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The College of Satin and Lace By Missy Satinpanties I was about 10 years old when my baby sister was born. As she was attended to, I think I was a bit jealous. I started to pin on her cloth diapers, and wear her plastic pants. As I was rather small for my age, I was able to just manage to get them on, and for some reason, really enjoyed the sensation. I never revealed this to anyone, as I knew it was "wrong," but just did it for my own pleasure. The first time I peed my diapers was a bit of a revelation for me, and for the next year or so, my mother never noticed the few extra diapers in the diaper pail. Eventually, though, my sister was potty trained, and I had grown just enough to make wearing her things impossible. Thus my second diaper wearing period ended, and I just sort of put it out of my mind. Still, the idea of doing something so taboo was a bit of a thrill to me. Over the years I developed a little different fetish. I stole a few pairs of panties from my other sister who was a year older than me, my cousin, and two from random clotheslines. They were all nylon, sort of sheer, with lacey panels. These were the sort of beautiful and feminine panties that were worn in the 60s and 70s. I found the same level of enjoyment from doing something naughty, and got an even bigger thrill as I wore them under my jeans in front of everyone, and no one was the wiser! I had collected about 8 pair of lovely panties, in pink, baby blue, yellow, mint green, white, and lilac. I kept them well hidden, and washed them when needed in the sink, drying them on a hook in the back of my closet, then re-hiding them. This went on until I was about 14, and puberty started to hit me. I was still very small for my age, and despaired at ever getting a girlfriend. I would go to the mall and watch all the pretty girls in their skirts and shorts, and wish I could be with them. Often, I would catch myself paying close attention to the various dresses, and how the soft materiel would swirl around a pair of long and pretty legs. I would also stroll through a few of the department stores, especially one where the lingerie was just to the right of the entrance, and you had to walk past it to get to the mall itself. I never bought anything, and only passed my hands through some of the soft underthings when no one was looking. You see, I didn't think I was a cross dresser, or a sissy, or anything, I just loved looking at panties and nighties, thinking of a young girl, wearing something that had caught my eye, in my bed with me. It was about a month before finishing high school that disaster struck. My parents and my two sisters were going out to dinner to celebrate my younger sister's birthday. Since I was recovering from a bad bout of the flu and was still a bit weak and not at all hungry, I begged off to watch TV with some tea and toast. It was bitterly cold and icy, and the fact that the other driver had been drinking didn't help the situation. Within a matter of minutes I went from having a loving family, to being alone. Yeah, I got an insurance settlement, and I sold the house, but after taxes, and paying off the house, it really wasn't the king's ransom that I needed to retire right then and there. I went to live with a good friend of the family, and only returned to the house to take the few things I wanted (Including some more panties, slips, bras, stockings, and nightgowns. I felt guilty, but they were just going to be tossed in the dumpster, so... Well, my life drug on until I entered college, where I had hoped things might be different. Well, I was wrong. I had to show my ID everywhere, because everyone thought I was 12 instead of 19! I was skinny in spite of trying exercise and diets, and I was short, which nothing would change. At 5'5", I was one of the shortest guys at the college, and this didn't do a thing to help me get girls! I had taken my lingerie collection to school with me, ( what else could I do with it??) and I even had a lacy peach satin garter belt that I had pinched from a cousin's mother, and two pairs of white stockings that I bought at a moment of extreme bravery. But, as I had two roommates, they stayed well hidden. Okay, my dainties stayed mostly hidden. I will admit that I wore them under my boy clothes one or two days a week. Those were the days that I had light classes. On Tuesday and Thursday I only had chemistry in the morning, and then world history in the afternoon. I somehow thought that the less I was around other people, the less chance there was of discovery. Go figure! My apartment had had a small living room, a galley kitchen, and each of us had a tiny 8'x 8' room. We also had one common bathroom. Not too much privacy to be had here. While I had four walls to hide behind, if one roommate so much as broke wind, the other two heard him, so...No running around the apartment in my panties and only occasional masturbation. At least, not until spring break. You see, I wasn't a party guy, or a jock, and I didn't seem to fit in anywhere, so what was the sense of spending lots of cash to go on spring break somewhere, and be alone. I could be alone for free! Luckily, the college was left partially open for the break. One cafeteria would be serving lunch and dinner during the week, and the 100 or so who stayed on through the break were on our own for breakfasts and weekends. Not too bad, really. The best part was that I would have 18 days with no roommates! My entire hall would be empty, and that meant I could have a little "me" time. I couldn't wait for the almost 5 weeks to pass until Spring break! Until then, I did a little shopping on the ol 'net I had found that EBay sold damn near anything and everything and what I couldn't find there was on Etsy, so I started there. I bought a super sissy pink satin camisole with baby blue frills and ribbons, along with a matching pair of panties. Since these had to come from England, I really hoped they would make it in time. While I was looking, I got the idea to see if there were any girl's shoes that would suit me. Wow! I could buy anything from ballet shoes to sky-high stripper heels! I found a pair of white heels that looked cute. They only had a 3 inch heel, had rounded toes, and a strap across the instep so they looked sorta like Mary Janes. The site called them baby doll pumps, and even provided a little chart for converting men's shoe sizes! I also found a baby blue satin baby doll nightie with glass silk ruffles, and matching panties that was on sale from a site called Birchplace Shop. They sold lingerie made in Hong Kong (I think) that was made by the Hula Kula company. Again, the same doubt crept in. Would they be here in time? My debit card almost wilted from overuse, but I thought it was money well spent. As I had done all the studying I needed to do, I spent the rest of the time surfing the net. I soon found a site that set my body quivering! Adult babies! Cross dressed adult babies! I was in heaven! Next thing I knew, I had ordered 3 cloth diapers and doublers, three pair of plastic panties, three pairs of lovely, frilly, lacy satin panties in a size large enough to go over the diapers, pink ducky diaper pins, a pink and a baby blue satin bonnet, and an oversized pacifier. There were these wonderful looking, satin covered plastic panties that I found, but didn't buy. Yeah, right! I bought a pair in yellow, pink, baby blue, and lilac! I found a lovely pair of white nylon ankle socks with a cloud of sheer organza ruffles at the top, and yes, they were duly ordered. Oh yeah, and a dozen pair of disposable diapers that looked just like a pair of girls Pampers, complete with pictures of Barbie. Since I went to the post office at the bookstore to pick up my mail and packages, and they were all coming in non-descript packaging, no one would have the chance to go through my things. And, as the weeks ticked by, my stash slowly began to arrive. First to make it was my new satin bonnets, and before I took them back to my room, I caught the bus to the local Wal-Mart. Of course, my new possessions were safely tucked into my backpack. Once there, I bought a small can of baby powder and a large mirror I could hang on the back of my bedroom door. I got home, hung the mirror, and resisted the urge to try on the bonnets. The next day, my shoes arrived, and went into the locked trunk after quickly trying them on to see if they fit. Over the next week my diapers, plastic panties, diaper pins, pacifier, oversized panties, and nylon sissy socks arrived and were locked away in what I now thought of as my sissy trunk. The nightie with the matching panties arrived from Hong Kong, and were as sissy and over-the-top as I had hoped! Finally, with just days to go, the camisole and panties from England arrived, and I couldn't wait much longer. At midnight, I turned on my little desk light, slowly stripped off the T-shirt and shorts that I slept in, and with my back to the mirror, pulled that soft, slithery, delicious feeling camisole over my head. I then slipped those heavenly panties up my legs, tied the bonnet on my head, and slowly turned to the mirror. OH MY! I almost had an orgasm just looking at myself! The only thing that marred the vision was the fact that I had hair (Not too much) on my legs. With less than 48 hours to go, I went to the local drugstore and bought some depilatory cream. No one thought anything about a guy buying Nair, as the wrestlers and swimmers did it all the time. On the way back to my crappy little apartment, I stopped by the campus bookstore to check the mail for the day. I almost yelled for joy when I saw the small package that had my new lacy little girl socks. (These were nylon and one pair had a big pink bow at the top, and one had a baby blue bow) That night, I barely slept. And the next morning, as my roommates raced out to catch flights, I sprinted for the bathroom! Within an hour, I had creamed and razored every last hair from my body, from my nose to my toes. I used to shower to wash off and to wash my hair, then I then cleaned out the bathtub, and filled it with hot water and lilac bath oil. Soaking in a tub was a luxury I hadn't had since Mom made me take baths years ago, and I loved it. I got out, gently dried my now hairless skin, and rubbed lilac body oil into my skin. Smooth, sweet smelling, and relaxed, I brushed my long hair and put it into a couple of pigtails. Once back in my "boudoir," I slipped on the pink baby doll nightie top, and then lay down on the bed to diaper myself. It took a few tries, but I finally got the hang of pinning it on tightly. Next came my sissy socks, the plastic panties (in pink with little teddy bears) a pair of pink satin rumba panties, and finally my new shoes. They didn't quite go with the baby image, but I wasn't going for realism, this was for me! Needless to say, I spent the whole time during break either dressed, or washing pissy diapers out in the sink, and hanging them up to dry. A few times, I put on sweats, with something girly underneath and went a little way across campus to the Laundromat to use the washer and dryer. One time, I even wore a diaper and plastic panties under a pair of gym shorts, with my camisole under a dark T-shirt. It was about 7:30, and I found that few people did laundry that late. In fact, the only person I saw was my Chemistry professor, who told me his washer had died, and needed to use ours this once. Needless to say, I panicked! I had a basket of dainties on the washer, and had just been waiting for my diapers to dry. I was just taking them out, and didn't see him come in. I jumped up, and tossed the diapers back into the dryer, pretending that, whatever they were, they weren't dry yet. I don't think he saw the lingerie in my basket, the diapers in my hands or my thick diapers under my sweats. I hoped! When all three of my cloth diapers were dirty, I used the disposables. I dug out a digital camera that I had bought before cell phone cameras became so amazing, and took about 50 pictures of myself in various outfits and poses. And, of course, masturbated until I thought my little dick would fall off! Spring break was just about over, and it was time to change the little girl back into Michael. I showered off the lilac scent, scrubbing hard to make sure all the scent was gone, made sure all my diapers and dainties were clean and dry, and locked them away for the future. The only thing that didn't change was the fact that I kept using the depilatory cream and lady's razor, and kept myself as smooth as a baby's bottom. I also continued to use a fragrance free cream on my skin to keep it soft. Hey, no girl was going to see me, and I didn't exactly go to the gym! It was nearing the end of the second semester, and disaster struck. Now, I really couldn't care less about my two roommates, other than they kept the rent down so I could afford it. So, I wasn't concerned that roommate #1 had flunked out But then I found out that roommate #2 decided to drop out! Okay, the college will have two other freshmen to fill the space, and hopefully they wouldn't be a bother. Now, only two days after this, I find out that the old apartment building we lived in was going to be torn down, and new high-rise apartments built in its place. That sounded good at first as the old place was a falling-apart roach motel, but then the panic hit...I had spent months trying to find a place to live that I could afford, and one that wasn't so far away that I needed a car or something. Now what was I going to do? I started to frantically check all the bulletin boards at the student union, spent hours on the web, and after two weeks, was no closer to a solution than when I started. So, there I was. The semester was going to end in about 5 days. I had a summer job, but no where even reasonably affordable to stay. I could go home, but I really had no home. I had a hometown, and a few friends, but if I went back, and tried to find a job, I would still have to rent a place to live, and then get a job as what? I did NOT want to work for a fast food joint, or in a grocery store. The job I had lined up here was a bit more upscale, and involved working at the University, helping to proofread articles. It also paid a little more than fast food, too. About twice as much! But, with no place to live, I couldn't take the job. Crap! Really, if you got right down to it, I didn't even want to stay in college! I had no idea what I wanted to major in, had no career in mind, and was just going through the motions. I had an academic scholarship that paid about 70% of my tuition, and a scholarship from a fraternal organization my father belonged to paid the rest. All I had to do was pay for books, rent, and food. I had enough in my savings account to get through school, and then to sort of set myself up with a decent apartment, a nice car, and carry me for a short while, and I did not want to blow that on an overpriced campus apartment. So, no home, no family, no ambition, and so far, no decision. Wasn't I the little loser! I was sitting in the coffee shop on campus, sipping a particularly bad cup of what was supposed to be coffee. I had the local paper in front of me, and had just confirmed, again, that there was no place available. All of a sudden, Professor Lawrence, my chemistry professor, sat down at the table. "I see you're checking out apartments. You must have been caught in the kerfluffle when the College Arms sold out to make way for new apartments. Had any luck yet" I just sort of sighed, "No, nothing at all." "Well," he replied cautiously, "my wife and I happen to have a room for rent. Our daughter finally moved out, and we have her room available. It's fairly large, and has its own attached bathroom. My wife and I have been talking about renting it out for a while. Interested?" Was I interested? Is the Pope Catholic? Does a bear doo-doo in the woods? Okay, I confess, I've never actually checked to see if bears shit in the woods. I leave bears alone, thank you very much. We talked for about 30 minutes, agreed on the rate, and he told me that he would talk to his wife, and if it was okay with her, he would call me tomorrow, and we could go from there. He excused himself, and left. I happily dumped the lukewarm crap they called coffee in the grass, tossed the cup in the trash, and headed home, much happier! Little did I know, I had just made the first step into the spider's lair. A few days later, I packed up my belongings, loaded it all into a cab, and headed for Prof. Lawrence's house. Once there, he came out and helped me lug everything in, and up to my "new" bedroom. He opened the door, and my motor sort of stalled in the doorway. The room was painted in light pink with glossy white trim, and all the furniture was white. What really caught my eye was the double bed. A double four poster bed with a canopy draped in pink netting, with a lace trimmed, pink satin comforter. Secretly, I was thrilled, but I couldn't let on that I even thought about liking the room. "Don't worry about the furniture, or the color, we can get that changed out real soon. My daughter was sort of a real girly girl." I assured the professor that I could live with it for as long as it took, and caught the hint of a smile on his face. Hmmm. He left me alone to put my things away, telling me that when I was done, I should come downstairs and have some lemonade and meet his wife, who was out shopping. I just looked around and started to unpack. As I was putting things away, I couldn't help noticing that there were still a few of his daughter's things left. In the bottom drawer of the tall skinny chest (lingerie chest, I was to learn) were at least three or four nighties. I pulled the top one out, and it was a filmy and lacy light blue baby doll nightie with matching panties. I held the nightie up against me, and almost swooned with the thought of wearing it. I shook my head and quickly folded the wonderful creation, and replaced it in the drawer. I also found a few cosmetics in a drawer at the vanity, and several dresses, in opaque dress bags, in the large closet. Those I would definitely check out later! I went downstairs to find Mrs. Lawrence had just come home from the grocery store. We sat down in the living room, and Dr. Lawrence excused himself, and returned from the kitchen with 3 large glasses of lemonade. We sat, sipped out lemonade, and got to know each other a bit. Mrs. Lawrence, Fiona, I already knew. Well, at least knew who she was. She was in charge of the campus book store. She was also quite pretty. She had long blonde hair, a cute little turned up nose, and her figure was great. She also had the brightest green eyes, and a bit of soft Irish brogue. Okay, she was just a teeny bit on the plump side, but it made her seem like some movie star from the black and white films that Mom and I had always watched together. We decided to order in some Chinese, and after we had eaten, Professor Lawrence cleaned up the remains, and got out a bottle of wine. I had previously only had a couple of beers, and didn't like 'em much. This white wine was different. It was just a wee bit sweet, and had a real fruity taste. I had two or three glasses, and was really feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was also a bit sleepy. What Mrs. Lawrence said next really woke me up, though. "Well, my dear, I guess it's time for you go beddy-byes!" she said brightly. I just sort of looked at her, and then the clock. It was only eight! When I didn't get up, she took me by the arm, and sort of stood me up, and then marched me upstairs like a little child. I really didn't know what to do or think, and my indecision allowed her to conduct me to my room. She sort of swatted me on the butt and told me to get a bath and get ready for bed. The bath actually sounded like a good idea, and after she closed the door, I stripped off and filled the tub with hot water. No bath oil, but it felt good nonetheless, and I stayed in until the water started to get cold. I dried myself off, applied my body lotion, and pulled on my ratty old robe. I then worked on drying my longish hair. I had just finished when the door to the room opened, and there stood Mrs. Lawrence! I just stared at her with my mouth open. She had changed out of her jeans and loose top, and was wearing an ankle length, white nightgown that shimmered in the light. The bodice was almost see-through lace, and although she was wearing a robe, it wasn't so much a robe for covering up. You see, it was totally sheer, with white satin cuffs and sash, and did more to emphasize than to conceal. On her feet were high heeled slippers with fluffy marabou trim. She was positively beautiful! She said something that took me by surprise, but after the entrance of this gorgeous creature, I think I was ready for anything. Well, almost anything! "Alright, Pumpkin," she began, "let's get you ready for bed." I just stood there, not understanding. "Come, come now! I need to know a few things first. Do you need the diapers at night, or do you only wear them for fun?" If she had sprouted antenna and another pair of arms, announced that she was from Mars, and was here to take over the world, I would have been less scared! All I could do was stammer, "I, I, what, uh, I mean, I don't, uh, diapers?" Okay, not the most intelligent answer, and certainly not a ringing NO, was it? "Now Sweetie," she said softly as she laid her soft hands on my shoulders. "I think we need to start as we intend to continue. Mommy found all your dainties and diapers while you were in the bath, and she knows that you like to wear soft girly things and your di-dees. It's OK to like these things, my dear." As she was talking she was slowly taking off my robe, and I found myself standing naked in front of this goddess in white. "Now, let's get out your girly things, and your diapers" I just sort of shuffled to my small foot locker, which was unlocked, and turned back to her. "Take them out and show me," she said softly. When I didn't move, she sort of turned me, and gave me a little swat on my naked behind. I don't know why I did it, but I moved the sweaters that covered my dainties, and then took them out, and handed them too her. All but the diapers and plastic pants and my shoes. She laid everything I handed her on the bed, and then told me to put the rest of my things on the bed too. So, there I was. I was standing naked in the most feminine and girly room I could imagine. In front of me was a beautiful woman in an almost sheer nightgown, and on the bed was a mass of satin, lace, and baby clothes. How did I get into this, and maybe more to the point, did I really want to get out? "I suppose it should be first things first," she said, cocking her head to the side and eying me up and down. "What's your full name?" I told her it was Michael Christian Weston. "Do you have a girl's name when you dress up?" I just shook my head. "Hmmm, we could call your Michelle, or Missy, or maybe use your middle name...that's the one! When you are in this house, you will answer to Christine! Now, Chrissy, since you didn't answer me about the diapers, I will assume that you need them. Get up here and lie on the bed." When I didn't move, she sort of steered me to where she wanted me, with my back to the bed, and then pushed me backwards. With an expert's touch, she folded up one diaper, put in on top of another, and then slid the whole thing under my raised butt. A few seconds later, it was pinned tightly to me, and she was pulling up a pair of pink plastic panties, and snugging them into place. She then picked up my pink baby doll top, and told me to sit up, and hold up my hands. The feeling of the soft, delicate material was like an electric shock as it slithered down my body. She picked up my bonnet and tied it on, and then looked at my things again, and picked up my pacifier. It was just about now that the whole thing sort of hit me, and hit me hard! Tears started to flow, and in a very shaky voice I asked, "Please, what's going on? I'm not sure I want to do this, and..." "Shhhh, Little One," was her reply. "I know this is moving a bit fast for you, but I think it's what you want. Here's what we'll do. You let me finish dressing you for beddy-byes, and then my husband and I will explain everything for you." She looked into my eyes with her big beautiful, expressive green ones, and asked, "Will that be okay?" Shaking a bit, I nodded. My Pacifier, which she had not put down, was a NUK size 6, with a pink plastic plate and ring. She looked at it for a moment, muttering something about how this wouldn't do. She stood up and swept out of the room, telling me not to move. A few moments later, she was back with a spool of pink ribbon and a pair of scissors. She tied sort of the middle of a long piece of ribbon around the little ring of the pacifier, and then snipped both ends to a length that satisfied her. Telling me to open up, she pushed the nipple into my mouth, and tied the pink ribbon behind my head. She took my dainties off the bed, and placed them in a drawer, turned the bed down, and told me to hop in like a good little princess. I was now almost in tears As I slid between those soft, slithery, pink satin sheets, my skin felt as though it had come alive! I had never imagined this total immersion in satin and lace! I heard Mrs. Lawrence call downstairs, and moments later, I could hear the tread of the Professor's shoes on the stairs, although they sounded odd. As he entered the room, I could see why his steps sounded different. He had taken off his shirt, slacks, and dress shoes, and was wearing a paisley silk robe and leather slippers. "Well, little Chrissy," he began softly, "Where should I start? I think I'll tell you about this cute little freshman who stayed after class one day, and helped me re- arrange the storage room off the chemistry lab. Every time he bent over, I could see his little peach colored garter belt, and if I looked closely, I could see the garter straps under his skinny jeans. I thought maybe that I had found a beautiful little sissy boy, and kept my eyes on you. One day, I saw the top of a pair of pink panties peeking out for a moment, And then, during the spring break, I found out you were staying on campus, and sort of hung around a bit. Sure enough, I "caught" you in the laundry room, and got a quick but good look at your frillies and diapers. And that huge bulge under your sweatpants could have only been a diaper! I knew then that we had found our little sissy cutie!" "But what to do then? When I heard about the old apartment building closing down, I knew what to do. You see, we never had a daughter who lived in this room! We painted it and decorated it in anticipation of your arrival! My daughter did live with us, but she lived in the other bedroom, which looks nothing like this sissy paradise! You see, my wife, who by the way, you will now call Mommy inside the house, likes to train sissies. And if you agree to be hers, this room will be yours, rent free. If you choose not to, we'll move you down the hall, you'll pay rent, and we'll never speak of this again." What do you say, Sissy or Renter? Or would you rather sleep on your decision?" I thought for a moment, weighing the options, and suddenly I really did burst into tears. As "Mommy" held me, my body was wracked by long sobs. As I finally cried myself out, Mommy slid the bodice of her gown, and I found a large breast, with a very hard nipple, right at my lips. I didn't really think about it, just began kissing and sucking. Now, this whole scene was like something from Through the Looking Glass, and couldn't have been much stranger! I just sort of half lay there, dressed like a big baby girl, sucking on that wonderful nipple, and thinking, hard! When I had calmed down a bit, "Mommy" gently pushed me away, and covered herself. Asking the professor to get her a chair, she got off the bed, and sat down, sweeping her peignoir like a queen with her royal robes. Professor Lawrence stood behind her, with his hands lightly on her shoulders. "Well," he began again, "Have you made a decision yet?" I started to speak, and he sort of shushed me. "Before you answer, let me fill you in a little bit. If you decide to be our sissy, you will have all the satin, lace, frills, and dainties you could ever want. You will be allowed to spend time as a diapered little girl, and some time in a slightly older capacity. I will tell you that your sexual service will be required, and sometimes a baby needs a good spanking, but you will never be harmed, given any drugs that you don't want (That confused me!) and you will never be permanently marked with any tattoos or body piercings. We even think we have a baby sitter and a playmate picked out for you for "Play dates!" I looked down at myself, half snuggled into the satin sheets, a diaper, pink satin bonnet and nightie, and then around the room. Everything was like a sissy dream! Even "Mommy," still looking like a queen, with the nipples of her half-concealed breasts pushing hard against the sheer nightgown both scared me and made me so horny... "What am I going to do?" I wondered, and was almost totally surprised when I heard my voice announce, "I want to be your sissy, Mommy!" With that utterance, my life turned completely around. No, not turned around, swirled, twirled, and spiraled out of recognition! Professor Lawrence, whom I was to now call "Daddy" while inside the house, went to the kitchen to fetch a baby bottle that had been pre-prepared for me, should I accept. As I lay there, cocooned in satin and infantile femininity, I drank the warm milk, and drifted off to sleep, knowing that my fantasies had just come to life. But, in the dim, back corridors of my mind, a small thought nagged at my subconscious. Would this be a life of "my" fantasies, or someone else's? I was to find out, soon.