My Wicked Stepmother
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Marcia part 1
(made to date boys)
My stepmother never really disapproved of my dressing up as girl, which i
discovered in my early teens. She actually encouraged me and provided me
with the prettiest of girls clothes(at first supposedly accidentally as in
"there's a box of your cousin's stuff i put in your spare closet for
safekeeping"-strangely enough all brandnew and all in my exact size -
later once she "accidentally" caught me dressed much more directly) as she
found it "darling" as she regularly exclaimed in her sweetish taunting
manner( in a slight foreign accent-she always reminded me of a brunette
ZsaZsa Gabor). She did however pretend to be worried about me becoming a
lesbian so in the end she forced me to have boyfriends and relentlessly
set me up on dates with young men she or her friends knew. She was
ruthless and she never took no for an answer. She would take hours
grooming me for my dates. My now long hair would be in curlers, she would
do my nails and make up and she'd help me get into some extremely
glamorous partydress she bought me for the occasion. Meanwhile her evilish
but seductive voice would be ringing through my head instrucing me how to
behave and especially how a lucky girl like me should feel and think on my
date. This would go on and on for ages untill i seemed not to have a
thought or a will of my own anymore. Mummy really knew what was good for
me and by then i was feeling like a princess awaiting her wonderfull
prince. It all felt so right and i loved mummy for making me see her way.
I was the perfect date and would always try to please my boyfriend as long
as there was no sex(i was to be a young "lady" looking for romance and
kisses, not a slut). I would however be very willing and enthousiatically
when kissing and making out with my "boyfriend". And the week after it
roughly went the same way with a different dress, a new even more
glamorous hairdo and a new boyfriend. She even set up a website for me
where i was supposedly frantically looking for suitable men and where
i(she) was posting my sexiest pictures. This of course attracted a more
adult kind of men but mummy knew that it was what a girl like me
needed......
Marcia part 2
(Marc)
I had actually planned to run away today. It's not that i'm complaining as
i have been a very willing participant in the whole thing up to now but
often the weirdness of my home situation gets to me. It was the last day
of school before the summer holliday and i saw the few friends i had left
planning all kinds of holiday activities, their camping trips and travels.
I was totally loosing contact with that life and would probably loose the
few oddball friends that i still had if they even had an idea about what
my homelife was like. I was just getting very confused. I had written a
note to stepmother to explain that i was going on a camping trip with my
friends and that she shouldn't worry(although i had no idea where i was
really going). It wasn't to be though as when i stood in front of the door
and was going to put the letter in the mailbox, mommy opened the door for
me and almost dragged me inside and i was as usual totally overpowered by
her presence so nothing came from my escape. Probably meant that Marc
would be away for the holidays in a very different way than i had planned.
I knew i just wouldn't be able to resist the combination of Mommy's
presence and the seductiveness of Marcia.
So here i am, reluctantly sitting at my vanity in my girl's undies,
stockings, heels and satin robe, having my stepmother doing my hair and
make-up and as we were supposedly celebrating the holidays it was going to
be an especially glamourous look today. Looking at the mirror i already
felt a change in my demeanor as i saw Marcia coming alive once again and i
knew she would soon engulf my resistance and take over the wheel. I hadn't
had a chance from the beginning. It just felt too good, Marc would soon
just be a nagging voice in the background of my mind..........
Strange thing is that Marcia actually sort of disliked Marc for standing
in her way when it came to being as perfect a girl as she could be.
Without the voice in her head that kept her from embracing her girlhood
completely she could have so much more fun. So as soon as mothers
handiwork was done and i was looking at the real Marcia-me again(and i
looked unbelievable, mother had me looking like a young fifties
moviestar), i decided to tell her about Marc's ministrations to sabotage
our plans for the future.
Mommy was of course delighted that her Marcia had won the battle for now
and was smiling from ear to ear at my confession. She told me she was so
happy that Marcia was here again and that if i was really committed to
being Marcia now, she could probably help me to get rid of Marc for the
time being.
"Look, she said , if you really going to be Marcia now, you will have to
do something for mommy to prove that you are really serious about this. If
you will do this for me, we'll have a little hypnosis session like we had
when you needed some help with your deportment lessons and we'll make that
nasty Marc go on holiday for a while. I can't promiss or tell for how long
but for the time being he'll be off my little lady's case. Now, wouldn't
you like that, my princess?"
"O yes please mommy", i heard myself say," make Marc go way. I'll do
anything you want me to....Please...... ?"
Alright honey, then do this for mommy; there is a lovely email on your
computer from your admirer mr.Johnson. It's virtually a loveletter. You
will answer it, confirming that Marcia is falling in love with him too. I
could of course send it to him myself but i want you to do it yourself as
a first action to put Marc off and to show me you are serous about making
Marcia reality now. Apart from that he seems to be a very kind and rather
attractive gentleman. Just the sort of mature boyfriend i want for my
lovely daughter. So here is what you are going to write to your
beau......, i've written it down for you."
Falling In Love,
My darling, i've become totally helpless to resist your love for me. Over
the course of these past weeks my now so utterly girly emotions caused my
confused heart and soul to grow delightfully out of control. And although
it's still only a fantasy, i can not help but love you ever so deeply.
Your lovely way with words and the passion they transmit make me go weak
at the knees like a teenage girl receiving her first kiss. Being in love
with a mature manly man is the crown on my feminity and the man returning
these feelings with so much desire and passion makes my heart flutter. My
romantic thoughts are now all dedicated to my darling, my fiancee, my
love. Whilst writing this i cannot help touching myself through the silk
of the skirt i'm wearing, stroking my nylonclad legs and letting my hand
wander to what's in my satin cami knickers.....i'm already moist.....i'm
actually quivering when i imagine you near me and i'm again yearning for
your deep continuing kisses. You make me feel like i'm your delicate
little princess, your beautifull trophy bride.......Thank you for all that
my darling. Hope we can meet in person soon.
With all my Love and Kisses
Your Marcia
"Now i know you still have reservations about dating a more mature
gentleman but once we got rid of Marc you will see it's mainly Marc
holding you back and you will realize a sophisticated lady like Marcia
can't date schoolboys anymore and you will see this is much more
appropriate. Just look into the mirror. You are way too sophisticated and
glamourous now, those boys wouldn't know how to treat a classy lady like
you. Now go and do as i said and then we can do something about Marc."
Looking in the mirror and seeing a very glamourous and grown up young miss
looking back at me almost convinced me she was right so i obeyed and went
to my computer. When i saw mr. Johnson's message there was something that
raised my concerns again as it said that he had actually talked to mother
on the phone and that he was totally delighted she had approved of our
budding love and us meeting for real.....This was all going a bit fast for
me. In the hope mommy was right about Carl's disappearance fixing this i
did however post the response mommy had given me..........
"Now come with me to my room ,darling so we can have our little talk about
nasty Marc. And then afterwards we can get you properly dressed as mommy
bought you something special for the occasion." I meekly followed.
Afterwards i could remember only vaguely what we talked about or what
happened during the session but i could clearly feel something had
changed. I felt very relaxed and somewhat euphoric and there was indeed no
more nagging voice in the back of my head. I loved my mommy so
much........
Meanwhile mommy was getting my new dress for me. I had already switched my
suspenderbelt for a small waistcorset with attached suspenderstraps
(apparantly the outfit mommy had chosen for me tonight needed it) and i
had swapped my bedroom mules for a gorgeous pair of rhinestone sandalettes
with a 5" heel. I was really getting in the mood now and when mother came
into the room with a large box with the logo of one of the top
fashionshops in town , i was purring and almost squeeled when i opened it.
There it was, the most glamourous and prettiest gown i had ever
seen....... It was a mermaid style dark green taffeta eveninggown.
The sort of gown that brings tears to your eyes...... It was an
wonderfully impossibly restricted confection and it would be hard to move
around in and it would make me feel as delicate and vulnerable as i
desired now. Mommy added: "A young lady like you deserves to feel like a
princess sometimes and as you've been such a good girl i'm to spoill and
pamper my lovely new daughter a bit. Now come and have glass of champagne
with mommy before we get you into your lovely new gown."
When mommy finally closed the zip on the dress, the reality of wearing
such a confection totally overwhelmed me. I was almost totally helpless
and i initially even needed mommy to support me just standing up and
especially sitting down in it. Walking in it will probably always be a
tour de force, even for the most elegant and experienced ladies. This,
together with my body being constantly caressed by the delicious silk
taffetta, the sound it made and last but no means least the absolutely
delicious sexy totally classy young lady in the mirror, completely had me
in rapture. Mommy handed me a small matching purse to go with and said in
her sweetest voice (she was almost purring) : "Now honey, i have one other
surprise for you, sweetheart. You didn't think we got Cinders all dressed
up for the ball for nothing, did you? ....Now be carefull how you walk and
follow mommy, my darling Marcia."
When i carefully entered the lounge, i was again stunned as there was mr.
Johnson, the man i had just sent such an embarrassing message. Strangely,
and i'm still not shure if it was Marc's disappearing or something more
mommy had added to our session, it didn't feel embarassing anymore...
Mr. Johnson was a bit bigger and a little older (i think he's somewhere in
his mid sixties) than i had thought before, he was very handsomely dressed
in a classy suit and tie. I was actually getting rather excited even being
in the room with such a mature, strong manly man. Me, now being this
helpless, vulnerable and delicate little thing and this big man obviously
desiring me. It made me feel even more girlish than i already did. At that
moment i was completely the girl who wrote that letter and as i felt
myself walking over to this man as elegantly and feminine as i could
master, i was olmost in a delicious trance. I felt like a virgin bride
about to meet her strong handsome groom at the altar and when i finally
stood in front off him and looked up at his loving face i felt a shiver
going through my body......From that moment on everything happened almost
automatically. My hands rested on his big strong chest and i stood on
tippy toes to kiss my man lovingly on the mouth when i felt his strong
hands holding my waist, again sending shivers through my delicate girly
body. The gesture and the feel of his strength and size made me feel so
deliciously small, vulnerable and in need of his manly protection and
support, MMmmmm. His hold on me was tight but never rough. He held me like
a strong man carefully holding something delicate. When mommy gestured us
to come over for drinks on the sofa, his arm was tightly and posessively
around my little silk encased waist and i loved every second of it. When
we sat down i sat down as close to him as possibly so to signal my total
compliance to him handling me the way he did. I slightly rested my head on
his strong shoulder a bit, and furtively and deliciously girly, touched
and caressed the manly hand that was still holding me tightly around the
waist. I was in heaven....... So, after a few glasses of champgne, mother
suggested we'd dance and before she left us "two lovebirds" alone, she put
on a smoochie cd and got us up so we would get to know eachother better.
We certainly did. Feeling his strong arms all over my body now, caressing
his neck, having sweet words of love and adoration whispered in my ears,
me telling this complete stranger i was in love with him. It was almost
much to grasp and when i once again look up into his eyes, i drew him
closer to gesture his loving girl was yearning for his kisses now. This
lovely man did not waist any time before filling my mouth with his hungry
thick tongue and he made me feel like i was loosing my virginity there and
then. I'm fairly shure i had an orgasm there and then. After the dance we
sat down and kissed some more....and more and more. For tonight no need
for more than our kisses, words of love and gentle caresses........I was
already in heaven.......Other delights are for the future.....I'm in love
with MY mr. Johnson....i'm HIS now....MMMMmmmmm......
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