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"The Sensation"
It was a sunny mid morning in the country a few miles from town. A few
cars were coming and going on the highway, driving past a rarely used
gravel road turn off that led even further out into the countryside until
a couple miles in, a tree lined and fenced property came into view. A
short turn off led to a security gate which offered country security and
kept people from bothering Madge at her estate. It was a two garage
affair, a two story, four bedroom ranch house done up in a bit of a 1950's
style but updated to look classic. The yard was large and landscaped, a
concrete walking path led from a large patio in back to a garden area.
Large coniferous trees lined the entire property and a fence lined the
outer estate The drive way once inside the gate turned and wound through
the trees to avoid passersby looking in then continued in asphalt up to
the front of the house and the garages. The place was well kept and quiet
on this mid morning summers day. But inside the house, up in the corner
back bedroom there was activity. Errant, stuttering gasps could be heard
at first, and then quiet conversation. as one moved down the hall towards
the light coming from the large master bedroom. Once inside a pair of
woman's manicured red nailed hands pulled and yanked on white corset
laces. As the laces whirred and zipped through the stainless steel
eyelets one could notice the gleaming white satin and then the reinforced
stays of what was being laced as the corset creaked and seemed to wobble a
bit.
"Hold onto the corner post of the bed. I'm not done yet!" Madge ordered
as she continued working the laces. The feminine hands grasped the bed
corner post tighter still, the inch long gloss red salon nails appeared
freshly done as they gleamed in the light coming through the window
sheers. And then long hairless feminine legs adorned in vintage nylon
stockings wobbled slightly as another whimpering sniffle was heard. The
sheer stockings, tightly gartered to the clasps under the lace edged legs
of the white long leg panty girdle continued down to a pair of women's
black patent leather stiletto heeled pumps, the shiny leather gleaming in
the light as the feminine feet wobbled and teetered on the high stiletto
heels with each tightening pull of the corset laces. Another swish and
zip was heard echoing through the quiet bedroom as Madge quickly noticed
the ends of the corset finally pulling tightly closed, the wearer now
displaying a decidedly feminine shape as she finished tugging and
smoothing the white silk laces. And then, she wrapped the long ends of
the laces tight around the feminized waist to tie them into a tight,
double bow at the back. Madge then stood back to admire her work,
smoothing her own hair and dress to recover from her work in lacing the
wearer of the white satin corset down.
Madge then moved to the bed and began swishing through the remaining
lingerie on the bed as she fussed with the long, lace trimmed white nylon,
vintage woman's full slips. "P...please. No, no m...more. No more aunt
M...Madge!?" the wearer in the corset gasped as she stepped away from the
four poster bed, the hands held up in defense as the black stiletto heels
teetered and wobbled back from the bed, the gloss red nails now in clear
view. But the voice wasn't that of a woman at all! It wasn't a man's
voice either, only a breathy-wispy feminized voice of a young male. And
it was definately a young male! Aunt Madge's former neighbor Timmy,
visiting from halfway across the state, back once again to visit her for
another entire summer, and Timmy had just arrived that very morning!
The floral perfume hung in the air as Timmy watched Madge smile, the
frilly vintage white full slip, whispering and zipping as she swished it
up and unzipped the slim nylon side zipper. Timmy gasped through his
gloss red open lipsticked lips, he was now quite helpless and appeared
faint, the long false eyelashes fluttered as he looked on wide eyed as
Madge came near once again. "Get those arms up princess," she said in a
tone as if she was dressing a young girl. But she had a smile as she
gathered the white full slip up, a satisfied but vindictive smile. "Arms
up. I'll watch the hair set, you just keep your makeup and that lipstick
off the slip," she ordered as she swept the gathered slip up and carefully
got it over Timmy's head and his arms through the white satin straps.
Timmy sniffled and moaned as Madge quickly smoothed the lace trimmed white
nylon full slip down over the white long line mastectomy brassiere
complete with forms that matched Madge's 42"DD" size, and past the now
tight laced white satin corset and then the heavily paneled and padded
white long leg panty girdle until the white lace hem of the full slip fell
in a swirl to mid-calf length, the white lace trim fluttering, the length
of the white nylon full slip shining in the light, the tight feminine
shaped foundations underneath still evident. Madge then swished a white
taffeta petticoat from the bed as Timmy began to stammer and whimper even
more!
She worked it over his head and arms then centered it at his waist. Once
she was certain the petticoat was centered and matched the full slip
length she quickly tied the white silk laces into a tight bow at Timmy's
back. The lace edged white taffeta was crisp and gleamed in the light but
each movement caused a feminine rustle that was unmistakable. Madge then
gathered the final matching taffeta petticoat and did the same. Then
finally, as Timmy moved to the bed and sat down, his head still spinning
he watched as Madge minced on her heels to take the black rayon full
skirted house dress down from being on a hanger over the top of the closet
door. He'd watched her pick it out at first not understanding it was
ultimately meant for him but as Madge took it from the satin padded hangar
and undid the long back zipper he noticed her satisfied smile as she
approached the bed, the long gathered dress rustling loudly!
Timmy had been visiting Madge out in the country for the past three
summers or so. He helped around the house and took care of the large lawn
too, but this summer it looked like yard work wouldn't be on the work
list, not with Timmy being in a dress and five inch heels now. It had
been to give his foster mom Ruth a break from watching and caring for
Timmy, and lately Ruth was taking summer college courses so the break from
Timmy was welcome. Madge had caught Timmy in her things for the past two
years now. She wasn't sure how long he'd been in her things but she'd
caught him two years before twice, and then late the previous summer three
more times in her lingerie, heels, nylon stockings and in a couple of her
dresses. She hadn't said anything to anyone about what she'd learned
which was a great relief to Timmy, but now, this summer? It didn't take
long for little Timmy to realize who was now in total control!
"Mmmmm, lovely. Simply lovely!" Madge beamed as she swished Timmy into
the black, short sleeved rayon house dress. The thick shiny rayon and the
nylon lining felt heavy on the tailored dress as Madge smoothed it down
and out. And then Timmy heard the loud rasping sound as Madge pulled up
the long back zipper, he felt the dress swish and tighten around his slips
and petticoats and become snug over his tight vintage foundations. And
then Madge tightly clipped the hook at the top of neck in back and
fastened the zipper. She then clasped and buckled the two inch wide black
patent leather waist belt. The belt matching the high patent leather
pumps Timmy was still teetering on as she smoothed the dress. All the
rayon and nylon and satins swishing and zipping in the perfumed air in the
quiet bedroom in the quiet house.
"Do you want to be a woman Timmy dear?" Madge cooed as she looked the
feminized Timmy over now.
"No! No! I d...don't want to be a w...woman!?" he grimaced as his face
reddened.
"Are you sure darling? Because you look very feminine now all dolled up,
and with your hair set, your makeup done and with your pretty salon nails,
and your new pierced earrings." Madge giggled with satisfaction.
"I...I d...don't want to do this anymore! G...give me my cl...clothes
back!? I d...don't want to d...do this!" he blathered as me minced back
and sat down on Madge's feminine bed once again, the nylons zipping, the
dress swishing with every move.
"Your clothes are out back in the lawn shed all locked away nice and
tight. I guess I'll have to hire a lawn service this summer, as you won't
be able to work outside or mow in such a pretty dress, and certainly not
in heels, isn't that right princess?" she cooed. "There isn't a stitch of
any boy clothes left in this house now," Madge assured with a giggle.
"So, all totally shaved now and then your floral perfumed bubble bath and
then your makeup and hair set. It was so nice to see you kept your hair
long so I had something to work with this year. It's so nice and curly
and tight now. A nice and proper vintage ladies hair set that can't be
combed into anything male looking now. And you do look lovely," she
assured. "Do you feel feminine now Timmy?" she added.
"Plea...please let me get all this stuff off aunt M...Madge!?" he
blathered nervously knowing full well he was stuck and stuck good!
"Oh no. I've gone to too much trouble for you Timmy. You liked to mince
around my bedroom in my nylons and heels and pretty lingerie and dresses?
You said you'd stop after I caught you but you didn't did you? You kept
at it even more. So since that's the case I decided to help you."
"Help me?" Timmy added.
"Of course. If you're going to dress as a woman you need to do it right,
don't you think? And you needed my help," she added. "Look how lovely
you look now, like a little princess!"
"I'm not no little prin...princess!?" Timmy grimaced his face starting to
redden even under the heavy vintage makeup.
"You might not be a princess but you're certainly no average young man in
his late teens now are you? What kind of boy likes to play dress up in
ladies things. Sickening!" she spat. "While other boys are out playing
football or baseball here you were, in my bedroom, in my dresser trying on
my nylons and lingerie. Do you want to be a girl sweetie?" she mocked at
his helplessness.
"A g...girl? N...no! I d...don't want to be a g...girl!?" Timmy
blathered.
"Well that's how it seems to me. You like dressing up in ladies pretty,
silky things and wearing dresses and high heels. Maybe you should have
been born a girl," Madge reasoned. "You know, I have a doctor friend who
knows all about boys who like to dress up as women. She has worked with
young men who actually want to become women! Would you like that Timmy?
We could get you started on female hormones and you could stay here and I
could teach you how to knit and sew and cook and keep house just like a
real lady ,and dress like one all day every day while your body changes
and you start looking like a woman. She can get your papers changed to
show you as a female and she can even get you scheduled to change you into
a woman. Wouldn't that be exciting? You'd be a girl for real from then
on and you could continue on wearing all the pretty and feminine clothes
you want from now on. Of course we would have to change your name. Timmy
just won't work, not for a young lady. How about Tawnee, or Tiffany?
We'd figure something out. And then just imagine, you wouldn't have to
sneak around to try on ladies things anymore. You'd be a woman then and
living full time as a woman and then dressing like one fully each and
every day," Madge assured.
"Please aunt M...Madge," Timmy gasped, his head spinning now as Madge gave
Timmy the full envisioning of a truly feminine overdose!
"I'm sure you'd lose most of your friends. And I imagine that Ruth might
laugh or not want you around anymore as her foster child and at your age
you'll be on your own after only another year of high school. You could
move out here with me full time next year after you graduate, would you
like that Timmy?" she offered.
"Why did you start wearing my things Timmy," Madge added.
"I d...don't know," Timmy returned.
"Sure you do, otherwise why would you do such a thing. Tell me, tell me
why you like ladies things Timmy!" she ordered.
"...I...I guess they smell nice, and they feel, they feel silky I guess,"
Timmy stammered, head down having to admit such a thing.
"They feel silky? And what got you going? What was it that got you so
excited Timmy?" she asked.
"It was the ny...nylons I g...guess," Timmy gasped.
"Nylons?" Madge returned.
"How they looked hanging over the shower curtain rod, how the sunlight
would make them shine. And then they felt so slippery," Timmy blathered.
"And then you wanted to try the nylons on to see how they felt? What did
they feel like Timmy?" Madge grilled.
"They felt...they were all shiny and tight and smooth and everything, and,
and they felt... slippery somehow, and when my legs rubbed together they
made a high pitched zipping sound. The same sound your nylons make when
you wear them aunt M...Madge. But not many ladies wear such things
anymore, except you aunt Madge. I didn't mean to bother anybody. I just
wanted to try..." Timmy gasped then went quiet as his gaze slumped to the
floor.
"But as you got older you grew hair on your legs didn't you?" Madge added.
"Nylons don't work with hairy legs do they."
"N...no. the nylons pull at the hair and the hair matts down underneath.
It isn't the same," Timmy gasped. "I shaved them once though and the same
nylon feeling came back. I had a pair of nylons at home."
"But if Ruth didn't wear nylons like that anymore where did you get them?"
Madge asked.
They were a pair I borrowed from you one summer I guess aunt M...Madge,"
he gasped at his admittance. "I...I'm sorry aunt M...Madge. I'll pay you
for them, and anything I've stretched out or ruined here lately, I'm
sorry."
"Don't worry about that now, poor sweetie. Look. Your legs are all nice
and shaved smooth again aren't they. You're totally smooth from your
plucked eyebrows to your gloss red pedicured toes, totally smooth. And
you're back in those pretty vintage nylon stockings. Feel how tight the
garter straps are and how smooth and shiny they keep your pretty nylons?"
Madge assured as she sat next to Timmy on the bed. She then reached over
and gently gathered then swished up the shiny black rayon house dress, the
taffeta petticoats and the lace trimmed, white nylon full slip, then
rustled and swished everything up high to reveal Timmy's smooth and very
ladylike nylon clad legs and thighs!
Timmy's head spun to see his very own legs, now all smooth and ladylike.
The sheer beige seamed nylon stockings shining, gleaming in the light as
the perfumed air swirled around the room as his feet teetered on the black
patent leather five inch heels as he held his knees tight together.
"Mmmm. Looks so feminine now doesn't it?" Madge marveled with a feminine
coo and a knowing smile. "Do you feel feminine now Timmy? How does it
feel? And just imagine, you're not just wearing gartered nylons you're
wearing everything now aren't you?" Madge mentioned.
"It fe...feels..." Timmy gasped as he moved his legs and the shiny nylons
zipped while Madge continued to hold the slips and dress up.
"How does it feel Timmy?" Madge continued. "So lovely. And you feel
feminine now don't you? How do you feel now Timmy?"
"I...I fe...feel..." Timmy swooned.
"...feminine?" Madge filled in the blanks. "Tell me dear, don't be
afraid."
"I...I fe...feel...Feminine," he gasped as Madge looked on with a smile.
"Yes. I'll bed you do," Madge returned with feminine lilting coo and
satisfied smile. "And isn't it exciting, you're wearing it all now too.
Cross your legs for me sweetie, let me see them shine in the light, I want
to hear you make them zip," she added still holding the skirt and slips up
as Timmy gasped. "Cross your legs just like a lady now," Madge
instructed.
"Shick-zip!" the nylons whistled as Timmy crossed his legs, the sensation
causing his eyelids to flutter as he gasped.
"Mmmmm. Feels delicious doesn't it?" Madge cooed with a smile. "Cross
them again sweetie."
The nylons zipped "shick zip" again as Timmy cross his left leg over his
right leg this time, the nylons gleaming in the light and zipped with each
move as Madge smiled and held her giggles.
"Now cross them back and forth, again and again to make sure we hear that
zipping sound and you get to feel just how slippery your pretty nylons
really are," Madge added. And then Timmy began.
"Shick-zip, shick-zip, shick-zip" the zipping nylon sound filled the quiet
bedroom as Madge had Timmy cross and re-cross his feminized and nylon
stockinged legs as she made more than certain he was getting his fill of
such a silky and feminine sensation. Finally, as Timmy was nearly
swooning with sensation she swished the slips and dress back down.
"Now, you already know how to walk in high heels and a dress so I want you
to walk around the bedroom for me Timmy. I want you to walk around the
room and feel not just the nylons but everything you're wearing now. Go
ahead sweetie, start at the bedroom door and walk over to the window and
back again. I want you to feel all your pretty clothes," Madge coaxed as
she stood Timmy up.
He wobbled a bit as he teetered on the heels as he looked to the open
bedroom door across the room. Madge smoothed his dress then sent him
walking. He wobbled at first but she kept up. "Head straight, chest out,
keep your feet together dear," she coached as Timmy walked. He made it to
the doorway then turned on the heels, the dress swirled around him as he
faced the walk back across the large bedroom. Then he began walking, for
the first time totally smooth, totally dressed from head to toe and from
the skin out, and fully made up with his nails done and with a tightly
lacquered vintage woman's hair set as the floral perfume floated along
with him! Madge looked on, and then the very familiar sounds she was well
used to began to fill the room!
"Walk easily now, mincing steps, wiggle those hips. Back straight, chest
out, hold those hands palm down waist high, nails out dear," she chuckled
with satisfaction as Timmy complied. The perfumed room came alive with
feminine sounds, the nylon lined rayon dress moved and swayed, the crisp
white taffeta petticoats undulated and swished and swirled under the dress
as the lace trimmed vintage white nylon full slip brushed and slid over
the heavily paneled panty girdle, the tight laced corset and the white
long line brassiere, the weighted silicone breast forms jiggling now with
each mincing, wiggling step. Madge watched carefully as Timmy minced by
and crossed the room only to stop and turn at the large window and ready
to start again. And start he did.
He'd already had practice in the highest of Madge's heels and practice in
moving in a dress too. But now the full spectrum of sensation began to
envelope Timmy as he began breathing deeper through his gloss red
lipsticked lips, his eyes wide now and his long false eyelashes
fluttering, his dangle earrings swaying, brushing his neck with each step.
He could feel his tight girdled crotch, now tucked into a "V" slit, he
could feel the pendulous swing of the breast forms in the large satin
lined bra cups and feel the pull of the wide white satin bra straps as the
forms jiggled with each mincing step. And of course Timmy was now getting
the full sensation of the sheer nylon stockings as they brushed both his
calves and thighs with each mincing high heeled step, the rustling swish
filled the room along with the metronome of the nylons and their zipping
"shick-shick-shick" sound that went along with the cool, frictionless
sensation of the filmy vintage ladies nylon hose!
"Rustle your skirt now dear, the slips too," Madge added as Timmy
continued his walk. And as he gathered them with his gloss red fingertips
and began to swaythe lined rayon skirt and all the petticoats and slips
began to rustle loudly as yet another frictionless sensation from all the
material washed over his tightly gartered nylon clad legs. Timmy finally
returned to the bed and sat down exhausted with all the sensation, his
head spun now. Just as Madge had planned all along.
"That felt good didn't it Timmy?" she asked with a smile as Timmy nodded
still gasping slightly as his lashes fluttered. "All the pretty, silky
ladies things, the silky nylons. And you feel feminine now don't you
Timmy?" Madge asked as she looked at him once again wondering.
"...yes. Yes aunt M...Madge. Everything is nice and silky and swishy,"
he gasped.
"And you feel...feminine now Timmy?" she added.
"Yes. Aunt M...Madge. I fe...feel f...feminine," he finally blathered
with a bit of embarrassment. He then leaned his head forward then reached
back for the clasp just above the zipper at the back of the dress.
"What are you doing?" Madge asked.
"I...I did what you wanted aunt Madge. I wore it all. So now I should
get out of all this stuff and get back into my regular clothes," Timmy
said with assurance. "I'll have to scrub this makeup off and get
something to wash my hair out too."
Madge smiled and giggled and then she began to laugh.
"H...help me with this hook at the back okay aunt Madge?" Timmy asked as
he writhed trying to unhook the back of the dress. But Madge wasn't
helping. She went to the closet and brought back a folded object. She
swished it open to reveal a vintage ladies kitchen apron, sturdy white
cotton but frilled at the edges affair to insure it's feminine appearance.
"Help me unzip this thing aunt Madge?" Timmy gasped as he struggled, the
dress rustling, the nylons zipping slightly under the dress and slips as
his heels slid along the carpeted floor. But Madge only swished the wide
white sash of the apron around his waist and tied it tightly into a large
and feminine bow at the back!
"What's that for!? Help me Madge!? Help me get out of this dress and
stuff!" Timmy gasped again.
"I did help you!" she returned in a more stern tone. "And I'm going to
continue to help you precious. But you're staying in your pretty dress.
The apron is to keep you clean for later when you'll be helping me in the
kitchen. I need to bake cookies for my ladies church meeting," she added
as Timmy's head reeled and his arm's fell limp at his sides from his
struggle to unzip the dress.
Madge then got up went to the closet and swished out the long pink nylon
chiffon gown and matching robe she'd caught Timmy in the summer before.
She hung it over the closet door. "You can wear this pretty gown for when
you go to bed dear," she said as Timmy began to struggle. But he didn't
struggle for long.
"What do you mean? What are you talking about, I did what you wanted aunt
Madge! So let me go now and give me my regular clothes back." He gasped
but Madge only giggled once again.
"Yes, you did what I wanted Timmy. But I already told you. Your boy
clothes are locked in the lawn shed and what you are wearing is what
you'll be wearing for the rest of the summer. This is your first day here
with me, so there's three more months to look forward to isn't that right
princess? Won't this just be so fun!?" she giggled. But Timmy only
gasped and froze, his features fading pale! He couldn't seem to move!
"Oh yes. You're going to be the most feminine and ladylike little
princess there is here, all summer long. So, let's get up and start the
day with those cookies in the kitchen," Madge assured. But Timmy still
hadn't moved.
"Well, maybe I should call a few of your friends in town and tell them you
decided to spend the summer here after all after I had told them you
weren't coming out this year. Maybe you'd like to show all your friends
how feminine you are now. Would you prefer that sweetie? Or maybe I'll
call Ruth and tell her all about your wearing my things for so long that I
finally decided to dress you as you liked. I'm sure she wouldn't want you
back at summers end. Or maybe you can show off your pretty new dress when
I take those cookies to the church bake sale, maybe you'd like to meet a
few of my lady friends. But of course I'll be sure to tell them that poor
little Timmy is actually a former neighbor of mine who unfortunately is
transgendered and that I am helping you out. That won't get you out of
your predicament prissy, but it may avert any hatred the ladies may have
towards you. You'll just be poor, little Timmy, soon to be pretty
Tiffany. Isn't that right?" Madge explained as Timmy swooned on the bed
still in his vintage lingerie, hose, heels and ladies house dress, crisp
white apron and finally fully made up hair and all.
But she had failed to explain that for a late breakfast that morning after
picking Timmy up at the airport she'd already started him on a strong
round of estrogen, the female hormone, and a testosterone blocking agent.
And Timmy's suitcase full of his boy clothes that was "put away" in the
lawn shed? Well, it was already in the trunk of Madge's car ready to be
dropped at the Goodwill on the way to the cookie bake sale. Timmy, or
rather Tiffany wouldn't be needing it anymore! Timmy's head spun as Madge
led him downstairs into the kitchen. He still heard the satisfied giggle
but didn't realize that by the time Madge was finished it would be a near
certainty that Tiffany would soon forget what it was like to ever wear
pants, and no longer know what it was once like to walk in flat shoes!
But still, Madge wondered. She couldn't understand why a young man would
ever have a lust for wearing ladies things. She'd lived her life as a
woman, she'd worn all the nylons and the lingerie and dresses and skirts
and heels. She thought back and momentarily remembered the excitement of
the first bra and first pair of nylons but over time she just kept
dressing as a woman and all the feminine clothing became just, clothing.
She liked looking feminine but as far as the sensation of the clothing
went it had become a non-issue with her. Timmy heard her chuckle again as
they clicked into the kitchen. He wondered if she was laughing at the
click of his heels on the tile floor or the swirl of his house dress. But
that wasn't it. Would Timmy get used to dressing fully over time, would
all her efforts become a non-issue with him too?
Or did Timmy have that "nylon gene?" Hopefully he would he always be
excited and helplessly entranced by the swish and rustle and zip of
feminine fabrics. The hopefully permanent sensation that would keep his
mind fully feminized and stay with Timmy the rest of his days.
Maddy
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