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Mother's Love: Mother's Pristine Doll and the Ambers of Desire
Johnny, now sweet and sexy Stephanie Paige continues to become feminine,
beautiful and luscious. His Mother's desire for him to become a woman and
her delicious daughter deepen and develop when he is introduced to the
divine Miss Amber. Johnny's only want, his truest desire is to be molded
and shaped into is beloved Mother's image. He so longs to be like her, to
be her, he let's his mother willingly turn him into her pristine doll -
like reflection.
Chapter One: The Fires of Amber
I loved being immersed in femininity. There was nothing like the trip to
the salon with Mother to cement my blossoming love of all that is
feminine. Dressing in an exquisite evening gown and making my debut as a
woman at the gala was a wondrous dream come true. I found the experience
to be luscious and dreamy, sweet and swirling like a rich decadent
chocolate dessert.
Miss Emily and Mother were engaged to be wed and I was to serve as my
beloved Mother's Maid of Honor. I adored Miss Emily and was ecstatic that
she was going to become my Mother's wife and my new step - mother. Mother
had decided that Miss Emily would help with the process of my continued
feminization. It was an absolutely fabulous idea.
Mother in her infinite wisdom decided it would be best for me to have a
portfolio of my accent into womanhood. Over the next few days Mother
would have me dress in outfits personally selected by her and I would be
professionally photographed. There was no end to my Mother's brilliance
to further eradicate any masculine desires, tendencies or attributes that
may have remained. I knew that I would be her personal Barbie, her doll
to dress as she pleases. Of course I was a willing participant as I so
eagerly wished to please Mother.
Mother introduced me to Miss Amber who was going to be the photographer
of my shoots. Miss Amber was the proprietor of Boudoir Marilyn, a premier
high - end boudoir and fine - art photography. She excelled in helping
woman to look, want and feel desirable. Miss Amber was very desirable
herself, she was her own woman, one who was both exquisite and eccentric.
She had long fuchsia hair, an arm sleeve of tattoos and kick ones
derri?re attitude. Her style of dress was a mixture of punk and posh, pin
- up and glamour. When I met her I instantly became smitten with her.
Mother had informed Miss Amber that I was once a boy who was now becoming
a woman. I loved Miss Amber's reaction to this when Mother told her. She
gave me a high - five and announced 'Girls' rock, welcome to the right
side Steph'. She was so different from my female instructors, Miss Emily
and other woman who have been a part of my life. Her style of dress was
different from my Mother but she possessed the strength, power and
intelligence my Mother had. I adored this.
Chapter Two: A Feminine Flower Blossoming in a Floral Garden
I was highly excited for the day to come, not only was I going to be
dressed by Mother, I was also going to see Miss Amber again. I loved
being dressed by my Mother and enjoyed being her pristine doll. It was
exciting to dress myself, to be dressed by Mother; to have her transform
me was pure bliss. I loved the style of dress she had chosen for me. She
had introduced to me the sensuality of wearing satin, luscious lace and
precious prissy petticoats
The dress Mother chose for me on this day was a 1950's inspired white and
pastel pink rose print swing dress. The dress had an expertly pleated
overlap sweetheart neckline that was supported by a triple strap design
and was thickly banded at the waist to create a minimized look. My dress
was outfitted with generous gathers, so my ample circle swing skirt fell
gracefully around my knees. Underneath my skirt I wore two white chiffon
petticoats and a chiffon slip as to add fullness to the skirt. Mother
knew I found the sounds of my petticoats swishing and rustling
delectable. Mother knew how I adored being her sweet submissive sissy and
how passive I became when wearing such desires.
To compliment my outfit Mother had me wear a pastel pink flocked white
netted fascinator hat that was accented with a beauteous bloom. I wore a
pair of timeless sleek white patent pumps that had a five inch heel and
an alluring pointed toe. She accessorized my outfit with a stunning ivory
pearl necklace composed of double strands set on sterling silver hardware
and simple, yet elegant, matching stud post earrings.
I looked so beautiful and adored the ensemble Mother had selected for me.
I felt like her doll as was be pampered and created to be her perfect
Stepford daughter. Mother knew I desired this, to be her Stepford
daughter was heavenly and a longing she instilled upon me.
When Miss Amber arrived I eagerly welcomed her when she arrived at the
front door. Mother also knew I was smitten with Miss Amber. She knew I
would find Miss Amber incredibly attractive and wish to be her beloved.
Mother also knew Miss Amber would be attracted to me. Miss Amber was a
blossoming Goddess and if she was to rule as the queen she was, she would
need an adoring pretty princess by her side. I was to become her precious
princess, her lover, her lust and desire.
"Good Afternoon Miss Amber," I said sweetly as I dipped into a proper
curtsy.
"Hey Steph, looking good girl. I am loving the dress," she said as she
gave me a girlish hug and sweet peck on the cheek. One of her hands was
placed on my lower back and her other hand she placed on my tush before
giving my tight ass a slight squeeze.
Miss Amber was wearing a black classic short sleeve tee with a retro
styled Wonder Woman insignia and blue denim high waisted Capri pants with
rolled cuffs. She styled her with a blue braided double headband which
added a touch of elegance to her rocking ensemble. Her shoes were a pair
of black low sole sneakers with a round toe and a one and a half inch
sole. Even in my five inch heels Miss Amber stood taller then me. She
painted one fingernail on each hand a color of the rainbow. One was red,
another orange, then yellow, green followed by blue. Her style was a
mixture of Betty Page and Suicide Girl fashion. I l - o - v - e - d her
style.
"You know Steph, pink is my favorite color," she said as she twirled a
lock of her long fuchsia hair. I blushed and smiled when Miss Amber said
this. I was so happy Mother had chosen to polish my nails a light pink,
have pink colors in my dress and pink lipstick.
I escorted Miss Amber to the garden where Mother was sitting. I announced
to Mother that Miss Amber had arrived and then the two of them begun to
discuss the day's agenda. At the behalf of Mother I fetched her and Miss
Amber glasses of lemonade. It was a warm spring day and I did not wish
for either lady to be parched. When I returned and served Mother and Miss
Amber their lemonade they discussed with me the day's proceedings. The
first photo shoot Mother had scheduled for me was to have my picture
taken in the garden. Mother believed having my picture taken while the
flowers blossomed would be the perfect symbolism of my blossoming
femininity.
I would also have pictures taken with Mother and also have pictures taken
solely of myself. The pictures taken of Mother and myself varied. We had
pictures taken of the two of us while I served her tea, curtsied to her
and looked at her lovingly. There were also pictures of us taken as we
walked hand in hand as we strolled through the garden, while we gave one
another a loving hug and pictures of us enjoying being mother and
daughter. I took great pride in becoming my Mother's daughter and this
shined in every picture taken of us. Father would have hated the fact I
wish to be just like Mother, to be just as beautiful as her and so very
submissive to her.
There were pictures taken just of me picking a flower from the garden,
twirling my skirt as I minced about and just me enjoying be a woman and a
daughter. I loved the floral scent of the flowers as it enhanced the
scent of the floral perfume I was wearing. Mother was correct in having
the first shoot in the garden. I felt like a delicate flower and loved
how my femininity blossomed like the pink roses that adorned the garden.
My favorite picture of the day was one of Mother and I sitting in the
garden. It was a very pretty picture of me placing a soft kiss on Mothers
cheek as a few stray pink rose petals floated about us. Miss Amber
complimented me stating how much I looked like Mother and how pretty I
looked in the pictures she had taken of me. I blushed lightly when Miss
Amber complimented me. I liked the fact she told me I was pretty and that
I looked like Mother.
Chapter Three: A Romance Blossoms in a Feminine Eden
As the photo shoot was coming to a close Mother announced she would be
taking her leave. She had dinner reservations with her Fianc?e Miss Emily
and had plans to further discuss their upcoming marriage. Miss Amber
thought it was 'so cool' my Mother was in love with and was going to wed
another woman.
I helped Miss Amber pack her belongings and tended to her needs. When she
made the comment she was going to grab something fast to eat on the way
home I offered to prepare her dinner. She was a little surprised by my
offer and stated I did not have to do this for her. I was insistent I
would love to do so as I enjoyed her company, tending to her needs and
saw no reason for her to eat at a fast food restaurant.
"It has been awhile since someone made me dinner," she said as she helped
me by tying my apron strings into a pretty bow.
"I would love to do this for you Miss Amber. It was very gracious of you
to take such pretty pictures of Mother; it will be my way of saying thank
you."
"I took pretty pictures of you too Steph," she said. "The camera loves
you sweetie and you are just as pretty as your Mom."
As I prepared dinner Miss Amber looked at the pictures on the wall in the
pallor.
"Who's this? She asked looking at a picture of me when I was a young boy.
The picture was of me dressed in one of my recital costumes when I would
perform shows for my Mother. I was wearing a hot pink velvet leotard
which had a shining sequin - embroidered mesh over white spandex inset
and spandex trunks. The inset was edged in spot - sequins with a very
delicate bow at the center. The leotard had a European - length tutu
which had layers of tulle over net with top layer trimmed floral ribbon
and spot - sequined appliqu?. My hair was styled in a French twist and I
was posing in the fifth position.
"It is a picture of me when I was seven," I answered.
"Wow, even back then you were so girly, you look like you belong in a
music box."
I had never thought of myself as girly when I was younger. I had always
believed that this was proper attire when one preformed a recital. Mother
had always chosen the costumes I was to wear and the way my hair was to
be styled. I did wear light stage make -up as Mother wished me to look
nice when I performed and for when pictures were to be taken. Mother had
shown me costumes other ballerinas would wear; I had always assumed these
were costume for both boys and girls. I realized Mother had begun my
feminization when I was younger and boys would have never worn such an
elaborate costume.
Miss Amber and had dinner in the garden. She was very impressed with my
cooking skills and that I knew my way around the kitchen. she said it had
been a long time since she had such a delicious dinner. I told her I
enjoyed cooking for her and that I would be honored to prepare her dinner
again if she so wished. Miss Amber thought this was very sweet of me and
started calling me her sweet Stephanie Paige on this night.
I enjoyed speaking with Miss Amber. She was very impressed with my high
knowledge of fashion, the way I carried myself in a lady - like manner
and how I was attentive to her needs. We talked about clothing, make - up
and beauty regimes. She spoke about her ex - boyfriend and what a jerk he
was. I hated the way he had treated Miss Amber and would have never
treated her in such a disrespectful manner. She stated she was bi -
sexual and how she could not picture herself being with a man again. I
was surprised she was like Mother and also enjoyed the company of woman
and not just men.
I enjoyed hearing her speak about photography. She had so much excitement
in her voice when she spoke about this subject and her passion for it
truly shined. I blushed when she said she always loved to photograph
pretty girls such as me. We sat in the garden and enjoyed looking up and
into the night sky together. I loved how the stars shined like diamonds.
While we were sitting together Miss Amber placed her arm around me as I
was a bit cold and she helped keep me warm. I felt so safe and cared for
as I nestled in her arms.
The night was getting late and it was time to bid Miss Amber goodnight.
We had another photo shoot set for tomorrow and she wished for me to get
my beauty sleep. I was rather sad to see her go but whole heartedly
excited to see her again tomorrow. I escorted Miss Amber to the door to
bid her A demain. Miss Amber gave me a loving hug and held me in her arms
for a few tender moments.
"You are truly beautiful Steph, you were meant to be a girl my sweet
Stephanie Paige," she whispered in my ear. She then kissed me on my
pretty pink lips and said her goodbye.
I was rather surprised that Miss Amber kissed me; I was not expecting her
to. I really enjoyed her kiss and let out a girlish squeal when I closed
the door behind her. I really, really liked Miss Amber. I thought she was
beautiful and talented, strong and super cool. I felt comfortable around
her, liked talking to her and listening to what she had to say. I have
never been kissed before nor had I ever kissed another before. I had not
truly ever thought of my sexuality. I could not picture myself ever being
a man and being with a woman in that respect. I thought of myself as a
woman and did not think I could be with a man. Yet when I thought of
being with Miss Amber as a woman, being romantic with another woman, it
felt so right and natural. Was I even more like my Mother then I
realized, was I a lesbian like she was?
I retired to my bedroom in pure bliss. I changed into my pajamas without
even thinking of what I was choosing. When I finished removing my make up
and finished my nightly beauty regime I looked at myself in the mirror. I
was wearing a super cute two piece nightie set. The set had comfortable
shorts, a baby doll top with a black ruffled hem and cap sleeves. The
baby doll top had a scoop neckline with a black bow at the bust and
ruffle trim. The main color of my nightie was fuchsia. This was Miss
Amber's favorite color and I wondered to myself if she would think I was
pretty in my nightie.
Chapter Four: A Wo(man) comes of Age
During the second photo shoot I wore a very sexy and sultry red wiggle
dress. The dress had a beautiful crossover bustline with soft clear
elastic so it held against my soft skin and allowed the sleeves to sit
slightly off my shoulders. There was a built - in stretch Bengaline
shaper for my bust, waist and lower hips which gave me a sleek lean sexy
silhouette. The result was incredibly sexy and attention grabbing. I
paired my dress with a gorgeous shiny red patent pumps with a sexy six
inch heel with an almost two inch hidden platform for a totally strut
slut - worthy style.
I wanted to sparkle and shimmer on this night so I wore a pair of red
confetti knotted earrings which were a glittery joy. To add a perfect
touch of retro elegance to my look I wore a black choker because I felt
Miss Amber would find this sexy. I had styled my hair in a vintage
inspired Veronica Lake - esque waves. She was an actress Mother and Miss
Amber both adored and I so wished to mimic her style to appease both of
them.
I wanted to open up my eyes so I went for a shimmery light pink eye
shadow on the lids of my eyes from my long lavish eyelashes to the ridge
of my brow. I applied a generous amount which did the trick until I found
a depth and highlight that satisfied me. I applied a dark black eyeshadow
in my creases and then blended it nicely together. I then accentuated my
brows by combing them and applying a matte eyeshadow. I used liquid
eyeliner and drew a thin line over my lashes. I started from the inner
corner towards my outer eye which gave me cat - like eyes. Meow I purred
as I looked upon my reflection.
To add color to my cheeks I added a bright pink blush knowing that since
this was a nighttime look that this would do the trick. To add elegance
and glamour to my outfit and myself I applied an alarming bright red
lipstick I wanted to emphasize my delectable kissable lips with red hot
lipstick. Lastly, I drew a mole just as the late great Marilyn Monroe had
to finish off my complete pinup makeup look.
I had spent of the day speaking to Miss Mother and Miss Emily about Miss
Amber. They could easily tell I was infatuated with her. Mother was glad
to hear this as she to liked Miss Amber immensely and to Miss Emily's
chagrin wished she only twenty years younger. Mother had chosen a
different outfit for me to wear on this occasion but Miss Emily
intervened as she wished to help me captivate Miss Amber's attention.
The dress I was wearing was Miss Emily's. She stated that if I wish for
Miss Amber to notice me I should wear something sexy and red. She stated
that when she wished to take her relationship with my Mother further she
wore a sexy fuck me red dress. I enjoyed dressing as a prim and proper
for daughter for Mother but for Miss Amber I wanted her to see me as
sultry and sexy, a hot dame and a vixen. Miss Emily said this was normal
and it was perfectly natural for a woman to want to be desired by
another, to be lusted for and longed for. She was just happy I wanted
this from a woman and not some retched man.
Mother knew Miss Amber and I would become infatuated with one another.
This was of course part of her great plan to immerse me further into the
wonderful wonders of femininity. She knew I would embrace the longings of
wanting to feel and be sexy and beautiful in the eyes of another. She
knew I would enjoy dressing myself in a sultry and sexy manner. She too
was pleased I wished to do this for another woman and not a man like my
father.
Miss Emily and Mother had left for the evening leaving me alone for the
weekend. They had decided to have a romantic getaway to enjoy their
engagement. I was rather surprised Mother would leave me alone at the
house for the weekend but in retrospect I believe she knew what events
would transpire this weekend. It was all just another part of her plan.
Miss Amber texted me she had arrived and I texted her back to let herself
in and make herself at home. I wished to make a grand and fashionable
entrance as I did with Mother the night we attended the gala.
After a few minutes had passed I made my way to the parloir where Miss
Amber was sitting on the chaise lounge. I shall admit I was nervous on
how she would react seeing me in such attire, I had butterflies in my
tummy.
I walked into the parloir imagining I was a model walking a runway show
in Paris. I made sure I kept my body loose as I stood tall. I place one
foot in front of the other and walked with long strides while my hips
swung from side to side in a classic model way. I kept my shoulders back
and my body composed, I concentrated solely on the sexy attitude I wished
to project. I walked towards Miss Amber and stopped shortly before I
reached her and then struck a sultry sexy pose.
"Don't you look hot tonight Steph," Miss Amber purred.
Miss Amber also looked incredibly sexy on this night. She wore a
tantalizing tiger print wiggle dress that flattered her every curve,
bountiful breast and killer figure. The beautiful bust design of her
dress was meticulously stitched with great care which gave her
prestigious breast a small curved bullet - bra inspired look. Her dress
had thick adjustable straps which accommodated her large bountiful
beautiful bust. The wiggle skirt had a high back slit which showed off
her shapely oh so feminine legs. I could tell this dress was not suited
for work but was a 'be noticed in, you are now mine' dress for activities
outside of work.
She paired her dress with a pair of killer vintage inspired peep toe
heels. The style of her heels were reminiscent of the 40's style of heels
as they were made in lush black faux leather and had three inch heel with
a small platform. The peep toe had decorative venting, were topped off
with a slim t - strap and an adjustable buckle all of which highlighted
the allure of her fuck me heels. I found myself thinking not only how
sexy her shoes were but hoping we wore the same size so I could borrow
them sometime.
She patted the seat next to her and I sat down on the chaise lounge with
her. I soothed my skirt and crossed my legs as I sat next to her. She
leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. She handed me my glass of red
wine and we toasted to the evening that was to come. I shudder with
sexual excitement, longer for her touch and kiss, and for her to continue
to shape and mold me into my Mother's image.
"I'm also going to have to call you my sexy Stephanie aren't I?" she
seductively whispered in my ear before nibbling on it for a bit.
Miss Amber and I sat on the chaise lounge gently sipping our glasses of
red wine. She had her arm around me and would occasionally kiss me on the
cheek. She played with my hair as we made small talk. I still could not
get over how stunning and sexy she looked tonight. I was hoping she also
could not get over how sexy and stunning I looked tonight as well. I
loved her dress and how it hugged her curvaceous curves and worship me
now breasts. I had an overwhelming urge to caress them, to feel them. I
have never been this close to a woman and never shared an intimate moment
like this one with another woman.
I truly only thought of myself as a woman now, I found it difficult to
believe I was once or if ever a boy. Being this close to Miss Amber,
dressed in sexy feminine attire made me feel more and more like a woman.
She ran her lovely manicured fingers along my thigh, slowly and
seductively. Miss Amber then placed her hand on the back of my neck,
brushed my long hair back some to expose my neck. She then began to kiss
the knape of my neck and I found myself melting into her kisses. I felt
her slide her hands down to my thighs, she took a hold of the hem of my
dress and slowly began to slide it up.
My body loved what Miss Amber was doing. I let out a seductive moan, it
was a moan that sounded like a young woman slowly being seduced, being
brought to a climax she had never experienced before. I knew when I let
out this moan that I would forever want to be treated this way and belong
to Miss Amber.
"That's a good girl," Miss Amber cooed. "You, my sexy and sweet Stephanie
are simply delicious. I love how obedient you are, the way you mince
about in your heels and how you long to be a woman. I have been with both
men and woman Stephanie and find it sexy you are a man becoming a woman."
Miss Amber then slid her hand up my skirt and started to softly caress my
silk panties, rubbing my sex until it became hot with passion. She was
treating me like a woman, not a man, she was further feminizing me. I
loved it.
"Are you wearing a fuck me dress my sweet and sexy Stephanie?" she
whispered in my ear.
"Yes Miss Amber I am wearing a dress, a fuck me dress," I answered
obediently.
"Do men or women wear dresses Stephanie?"
"Women wear dress Miss Amber," I replied.
"That is a good girl, that is the answer I wished to hear. Now do men or
women wear stiletto heels?'
"Women wear high heels Miss Amber."
"You love feeling feminine don't you my dearest Stephanie, I can so
easily tell. Did you even once protest as your Mother took you deeper and
deeper into femininity? She asked as she continued to gently caress my
sex through my silk panties. "I think you love dressing this way; you
have taken to being a woman so easily and so effortlessly. Your Mother
has done such a wonderful job turning you into a woman. Do you like that
Stephanie? Do you like dressing pretty for your mommy, wearing lingerie
and being a woman?"
I felt a wave as pleasure as Miss Amber continued to caress my sex. I did
not wish to speak its name. I was wet with pleasure, wet with passion. I
did not wish to have this remaining vestige of manhood. I found myself
wishing I had a vagina, to be a complete and whole woman. I was
shuddering with excitement and moaned breathlessly. I loved what Miss
Amber was doing to me, the way she was treating me. Was this my Mother's
true plan, to make me want to become a woman in mind and body, spirit and
soul?
"Do you love wearing your delicates?" Miss Amber continued on, asking me
more questions that she knew I would say yes to. "Do you love wearing the
sweet floral scents of perfume? Do you love the fact you're developing
breasts? You are not a man are you Stephanie? The way you are reacting to
my touch, you are reacting just like a woman would?"
"Yes..." I moaned.
"Yes what Stephanie?"
"Yes Miss Amber I am not a man, I am a woman and love it when you treat
me as one."
Miss Amber leaned in and kissed me passionately. I shivered as our breast
touched, gently pressing into one another's. I fell back a little and
admired Miss Amber's true beauty. I was dressed to the nines, wearing a
sexy tight dress, lingerie and delicates. I had spent the afternoon
priming and preparing myself for the evening to come. I wished to look
sexy for Miss Amber, to have her caress my breasts and run her hands up
my stocking clad legs. I was Johnny once, a boy, an effeminate boy being
transformed into a woman by his Mother. I knew she had planned this, to
help me further ascend into femininity and womanhood. Being aroused
dressed in woman's clothing and being treated as one only made me wish to
be one even more. Johnny was disappearing further and further away and
sweet and sexy Stephanie Paige was taking his place.
"You know Stephanie, my sexy and sweet Stephanie I can make you feel like
even more of a woman. Would you like that girl, would you like Mistress
to help you become more of a woman??
"Yes Mistress, I would like that, I would like you to help me become more
of a woman."
To be continued...
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