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Sophie is Dominated and Feminised, Part 2
by: Miss Sophie Hardy ©
Part 2, Feminised
We left Madam Helga's and headed for the car. I led the way with Sophie
walking behind me. She had her head bowed, and she looked mortified at
being outside in her sissy maid's dress. When we got to the car I
fumbled about in my handbag and pretended I had left the car keys at
Madam Helga's.
I turned to my sissy and said, "Sophie, I seem to have lost my car keys.
I want you to wait here while I go back to Madam Helga's and look for
them. I want you to be a good girl while I am gone. Don't talk to
anybody, and don't look at anybody. Do you understand?"
Sophie whispered, "Yes Mistress."
I stood there scowling at Sophie with my arms folded, and said, "Well?"
Sophie looked confused. I almost laughed out loud. "Well. I expect a
curtsy when I give you a command sissy."
Sophie quickly gathered her skirts and gave me a very poor curtsy just
as two women passed us on the pavement. My husband's face turned scarlet
when he heard one of the women mumble to her friend. "I told you it was
a man. What a pathetic loser." We could hear both women giggling and
laughing as they walked down the road. I almost felt sorry for him as I
left my terrified sissy maid on the pavement by my car.
Five minutes later I returned from Madam Helga's house and walked
towards the driver's side of the car and waited by the door. Sophie
realised there was something she should be doing but she just looked
confused, and then the penny dropped. She rushed round the side of the
car and opened the door for me. I got in and then ordered Sophie to sit
in the front next to me so I could keep an eye on her. Then we were off
to my Mother's house.
After a few minutes of travelling in silence, Sophie turned to me, and
with eyes lowered respectfully said, "Mistress, I know it's not my
place, but could I make a suggestion, Please?"
I was intrigued; my husband seemed to be getting into his new submissive
roll. "Well, if it's a suggestion on how you can improve your service to
me or Mummy, what is it sweetie?"
With his voice barely above a whisper he said, "I was thinking about
something you and Madame Helga were talking about, Mistress. That if I
spent an hour, and with the right makeup, I could look like a pretty
young woman. If I'm going to be presented to your Mother as her sissy
maid, I would prefer to look as feminine as possible, Mistress."
He hung his head in shame as he realised he had just asked me to
feminise him, that without coercion, or threat, or bribe, he had asked
me to make him look like a pretty girl.
"Well, as suggestions go that's a very good one sweetie, but who am I
presenting you to?"
"To your Mother," my husband replied.
"To whom, sweetie?"
"To your Mother, Mistress. To my Mother-in-law, Deidre."
Bethany tried one final time, "Who is it that you are being presented
to?"
Suddenly he understood what I was hinting at, and mumbling into his
chest, I barely heard him say, "To Mummy."
I was having too much fun. Again, I asked so innocently, "Sorry,
sweetie. I couldn't hear you. To whom am I presenting you to?"
With his voice cracking slightly, my husband said, "To Mummy. I'm going
to be presented to Mummy, as her sissy maid."
I caught a tear running down his powdered face.
"That's right, sissy. You are to be presented to Mummy in a pretty
maid's uniform, and you are going to beg her to train you to be her
sissy maid. And if you don't beg properly you will be in a big trouble.
Do you understand, sissy?"
My husband meekly whispered, "Yes, Mistress."
I smiled at my husband, and said, "Since you asked so nicely, and since
you obviously want to look your sissy best for your Mother-in-law
sweetie. Let's go home first and make you the prettiest most feminine
sissy we can. After all, we want to make a good first impression with
Mummy when you are presented to her."
I turned the car around and headed for home. I couldn't believe how well
things were turning out. I had planned to introduce my husband slowly,
even gently into the world of feminisation and all things sissy. But
events had taken on a life of their own and overtaken my carefully laid
plans. "What the hell," I thought, "let's just throw him in the deep end
and see what happens."
For some time I had planned to give Mummy a very, very special surprise.
So, a few days ago I had secretly appropriated some items from her house
when she was out. It appeared as if all my machinations were coming to
fruition, and today seemed like the perfect day to give Mummy her
surprise. She will be absolutely thrilled, and at the same time, to top
it all, Sophie will be humiliated beyond her wildest dreams.
When we arrived at home, I parked outside the house and made my sissy
open the car door for me and give me her now obligatory curtsy. I took
my time finding the house keys. I know it was petty, but I got a thrill
out of watching my sissy husband in his maid's uniform squirming and
trying to hurry me up in case the neighbours saw him.
Once we were both inside, I turned to Sophie and ordered her upstairs to
remove her uniform and hang it up neatly, to wash her hair, shower, and
shave. I gave her a cream so she could remove all the hair from her
body, including under her arms and from around her clitty. If sissy
wanted to be as feminine as possible, she would have to be completely
hairless.
While Sophie was getting ready I called Mother to let her know we would
be coming round in a couple of hours, and gave her instructions on what
to wear. I suggested she may want to invite some of her more
conservative friends round for an evening get together. I didn't tell
Mother that Sophie was coming round to begin training in her new life as
her sissy maid. I wanted to keep that a special surprise for Mummy and
her friends.
With that arranged I went upstairs into our bedroom and prepared the
clothes Sophie would be wearing when she was presented to Mummy. I
already knew what she would be wearing, as the plan I had previously
formulated would bring maximum humiliation to poor sissy Sophie.
I removed a bag from the back of my underwear draw that contained the
items I had taken from Mother's house a few days earlier. Sophie was
just going to love being dressed in these clothes. There was a plain
white bra, a pair of white cotton waist high full knickers, and a pair
of sahara tan tights. Very vanilla and very old fashioned, but my sissy
was going to be thrilled when she found out who she is cross-dressed
with.
Sophie then appeared from the bathroom, clean and smooth. I pulled her
into the bedroom and sat her down at my dressing table, and the next
hour was spent making my sissy as pretty and feminine as I could.
I gave her the works; First I painted her toe and finger nails with a
pink nail polish, then came the makeup; foundation, blusher, eye-liner,
mascara, eye-shadow, false lashes, lipstick and lip-liner. I trimmed her
eyebrows to make them much more feminine and finally I applied eyebrow
pencil to them.
When I had finished I was stunned at the results. My husband looked
beautiful. Most people would easily mistake him for a woman.
When Sophie saw the results she was speechless and couldn't stop
admiring herself in the mirror.
Next, I fixed her hair. My husband wore his brown hair long, so with
very little effort and my curling tongs, I managed to style it so it
looked much more feminine. I smiled at Sophie and told her we could dye
her hair another time, but for now it would do.
I turned to my sissy and said. "Come on Sophie, let's get you dressed. I
know you can't wait to see what pretty clothes I have chosen for you."
The underwear was on my bed. I handed Sophie the bra and after some
amount of fumbling, I helped her into it. I tutted loudly at her
inexperience, and admonished her. "You really are going to have to learn
to do this yourself, sissy."
I noticed her little clitty started to bob slightly when I finally
fastened her bra. Then I picked up the knickers and held them open for
her. "In you get sissy." Sophie stepped into the high waist panties, and
her clitty showed obvious signs of arousal.
Next, I handed her the tan tights and instructed her into how to put
them on without laddering them. She struggled a little but managed to
get them on without any assistance. However, when she had pulled them up
and smoothed the nylon over her now hairless legs, her clitty was
bulging out of her panties. She was harder than I had ever seen her
before. I couldn't help commenting to her.
"Oh my Sophie, if I had known how excited you would get to be cross-
dressed we would have done this a long time ago. Don't worry your ditsy
bubble-head about your pantie bulge, Mummy has a remedy to fix that and
keep you soft and feminine"
Sophie blushed as only a sissy can. I'm sure she was willing her clitty
to stay soft and small, but she was just too excited, and a small damp
patch of pre-cum began to soak into her knickers. I laughed and gently
brushed my hand against her clitty.
"Who's being a naughty girl?" I was genuinely surprised that she didn't
explode her sissy mess into her tights and panties.
Finally, I opened my wardrobe to get the dress and shoes she would be
wearing to Mother's. When my husband saw them his face went pale.
"I, I can't wear those," he stammered.
I placed on the bed a white lace and crinoline petticoat, a pair of pink
five inch heel court shoes, and a pink satin sissy maid uniform.
The dress was short-sleeved. Made from baby pink satin, and had white
lace around the collar, cuffs and hem. The dress skirt reached down to
just above the knee and the uniform had a matching fascinator with a
white frill and pink ribbons. To complete the look there was a pink and
white over the shoulder organza apron that was edged in pink lace and
which tied at the back.
"Come on sissy get dressed in your pretty uniform. You're going to be
Mummy's pink sissy maid," I said to Sophie, as I smiled sweetly at her.
Sophie was shaking as she pleaded with me, "Please Bethany. Please don't
make me wear that. Everyone will think I'm gay."
I shot a furious glare at my husband, and as I moved towards her I gave
her such a slap across her face.
"How dare you show such disobedience and speak to me like that?
Disobeying my command and using my name. If you ever speak to me that
way again I will take you outside for a public spanking. Do you
understand sissy? When I give you an order you will follow it
immediately, without any backchat, and with a curtsy."
Tears welled up in Sophie's eyes as she lowered her head and whispered.
"Yes Mistress, I'm very sorry. Please forgive me."
With her head still lowered she tried another one of her useless
curtsies. Mother will have to work on that, I thought.
"Now, get your uniform on immediately sissy, before I really lose my
temper with you. I had this specially made for you, and this is the
gratitude you show me. It's a good job Mummy is going to train you, you
certainly need to learn some manners."
Sophie hurried over to the bed, picked up the petticoat and pulled it up
to her waist. Then as she began to step into her maid's dress, I said to
her,
"Wait a moment sissy, you need some body fragrance." I picked up a can
of impulse and sprayed her with a scent called "Tease". Then I helped
her into her dress and fastened the back zip up.
"This is another task you are going to have to learn to do for
yourself."
Then she tried to put her frilly apron on. I almost laughed as I watched
her struggle with the straps and ties.
"Come here sissy. You really are hopeless aren't you? Mother is going to
have her work cut out with you. It looks like you're going to be staying
with her for a long time, Sophie."
I straightened out the apron and eventually got it fastened around her
waist. Then I placed the fascinator on her head and adjusted the pink
ribbons so they framed my sissies pretty face.
Sophie then sat on the bed as she put her shoes on. When she stood up
she tottered about as she tried to get her balance in the unfamiliar
high heels. Thankfully we were almost finished.
"Now for the finishing touches, sissy."
I fastened a simple silver necklace which had a silver heart around her
neck, placed two rings on her hands and completed her jewellery with
silver and rose quartz earrings, and a matching bracelet. I sprayed her
with her favourite perfume, Meow by Katy Perry.
Finally I fastened a name badge I had ordered with the dress onto her
apron. It was pink with white writing which read, "Sophie, Sissy Maid."
Just in case anyone who saw my sissy was in any doubt what her new
position in life was. I then locked her into the dress using a gold
padlock which had "Sophie" engraved on one side, and "Sissy Maid"
engraved on the other.
"There you go sweetie, my pretty sissy maid. Give me your best twirl and
pose for me"
Sophie tried her best to twirl round but she found it difficult in her
shoes, and she looked very awkward trying to pose for me. I told her to
smile and not look so worried, as I snapped several photos of her on my
mobile phone.
"These will look great on my twitter and facebook pages. I'm sure my
girlfriends are going to love them."
Sophie looked wonderful as a pink sissy maid, but she was obviously very
worried and was shaking with fear at the prospect of being shown to
other people dressed as she was.
"Don't be upset sissy. This is the first day of the rest of your life.
You should be excited, I know I am. Now, why don't you thank me for the
lavish presents I have bought for you, and we'll be on our way to
Mummy's house?"
Sophie very quietly said, "Thank you Mistress for the lavish gifts."
"Pathetic. Try again."
"Thank you so much Mistress Bethany for the wonderful presents. They are
all so lovely, and it is very thoughtful of you to treat your sissy maid
with such a pretty uniform."
"You are very welcome, Sophie. That was a wonderful thank you. I think
there's hope for you yet. Come on though, go and wait by the car. I
can't wait to surprise Mummy with her new maid."
"Excuse me Mistress, but I won't have any clothes at your Mother's
house."
"Don't worry about that, sissy, Mother has got everything prepared for
your visit. She's been waiting for this day ever since we got married."
With that I ushered Sophie out of the house, into my car, and then we
were off to Mother's.
The journey didn't take long as Mummy only lives twenty or so minutes
from my house, Sophie was silent the entire way and I could see she was
extremely nervous, but as we neared Mother's house I noticed she was
rubbing her nylon sheathed legs together.
"Does sissy like her tights?"
She couldn't look me in the face as she said, "Yes Mistress, they feel
so sexy and feminine against my legs. I never imagined being cross-
dressed with you would feel so wonderful."
"Oh sissy you're not cross-dressed with me. You're cross-dressed with
Mummy. You're wearing Mummy's bra, and tights and knickers. I can't wait
to see her face when she finds out."
Not for the first time that evening Sophie went pale. "Oh my God, please
don't tell her Mistress. Please promise you won't tell her." Sophie
pleaded, with a look of sheer horror on her face.
"You are such a silly sissy Sophie. Of course I promise not to tell
her."
Sophie looked so relieved until I smiled sweetly at her and said, "You
are going to tell her!"
Before Sophie could react, we arrived at Mother's house. I deliberately
parked about fifty yards down the street from her house and ordered
Sophie out of the car.
Sophie waited on the footpath for me as I took my time collecting my
things and locking the car door.
"Follow me sissy."
Sophie walked behind me at a respectful distance. She had her head bowed
and was trying not to be noticed, but several cars passed us. One even
blasted on its horn as the driver noticed my frilly sissy maid, and
there were several people out for a stroll, enjoying the summer evening.
They also enjoying the sight of a beautiful tranny in tights and a
dress. I could tell they were enjoying themselves as they were openly
laughing at my sissy.
We soon arrived at Mother's house, and I gave my final instructions to
Sophie.
"Remember, you are to beg Mummy to train you or it will be another visit
to Madame Helga for correction. Do what you are told to do by Mummy,
when you are told to do it, and above all else, be the best sissy you
can be. We are only doing this for your own good, but we want you to be
happy. Above all else though, don't you dare embarrass Mother or you
will receive the severest of punishments."
"Now, don't fidget, stand up straight, only speak when you are spoken
to, and smile."
With that I let myself into Mummy's house. Sophie followed me, and
slowly shut the door behind us. We could hear laughter from the front
room; Sophie took a deep breath as I opened the front room door and
prepared to present my sissy maid to my husband's Mother-in-law and her
guests.
To be continued?
Hugs and Kisses Sophie, Sissy Maid xxx ©
Wynona
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