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This story was especially written for me by Darlene Le Queen and to my knowledge has not been published before and now Darlene has very sadly passed away. It does require serious editing but as its Darlene's thoughts its best to leave alone/ The Club How long would I be in for it this time, I asked myself? We were at The Club where my wife Barbara is an active senior member. Club stands for "Civilized Living under Glamorous feminine Beauty." Its motto is "Better Living and pleasure through Beautifying, Feminizing and Glamorizing Males." In short submissive males are turned into pretty, sexy glamorous females. Well at least they're dressed and made up that way. But not really turned into women just transvestite sissy faggots, just the way the women like them. The men are all female, but with a smooth male cock, meant for the women's amusement and pleasure. These women are very rich and it's hard to determine who actually started the club. But one thing is for start whoever donated the original startup money was VERY rich and the women have managed it very smartly because their resources to getting things done and enticing new members is almost unlimited. Membership at its elite location is limited to women, always very rich and powerful women. Although it is rumored they have a single scholarship each for a deserving woman who is not in their category but promising in all other area. My vague understanding of it is that every year the senior members can nominate someone then the governing board makes the final decision. Some contributing members are extremely powerful and wealthy. New women candidates who wish to join the group are screened extensively then they bring husbands, boyfriends, lovers, sons, fathers, uncles, or nephews for as long or short a stay as the member wishes to stay within the special community originally created by several very rich women who loved being dominant and feminizing sissies. Of course Mothers and sons are given a little extra consideration because the women adore this combination. The grounds of this special community are secluded, gated, walled and very guarded thousand acre facility, which contains several beauty salons, many dress stores, nail salons, several cosmetic retailers, many wig shops, shoe and hosiery stores, specialty fetish stores with sex toys, sewing shops, electrolysis studios, bridal shops, lingerie stores, female charm schools, a modeling school, ballet schools and other services. All of these places, shops and stores are designed not for real ladies but just for men to be feminized and use their services. The women use these shops too but they are primarily design is to transformation of men. Beautifying is an understatement at these establishments. Men here are subjected to intensive extreme feminizing, beautification and glamorization techniques with the underlying theme are overt effeminate sissy tendencies. Almost all the outfits are very restrictive too. Making it impossible for the men to work or move without looking like a wiggling mincing, swishing girl. Sometimes the feminization is so intense it's like a unique form of feminine torment or torture. Some women prefer the extreme others are kinder and just like the control and girlie aspects of the transformations. Extreme high heels, extensive glamorous makeup, very long feminine nails, extremely big immense bouffant hairdos, curlers, perm rods, severe corseting, and large breasts are all forms of extreme femininity used by these women to torment their feminized male sissies into total submission to blend into their glamorous female lifestyle. Believe me dealing with very large breasts, very long fingernails and extreme high heels are very difficult while trying to look graceful, dainty and very sexy. Perfecting this mode of dress takes years of practice and lots of hard work. The women learning from one another can be VERY inventive in applying new training methods. While at The Club, males are subjected to extremely feminine beauty regimens at all times. We are forced to always wear ultra feminine clothing and costumes, extensive makeup is always worn, and big complex very glamorous women's teased up hairdos at all times are required and of course extensive dazzling jewelry completes the picture of a glamorous older woman. These images sometimes cause us to look like over the top glamorous movie stars. But of course this is only one of the many looks were forced to endure once ensnared by these devious women. All of our outfits, makeup and jewelry are selected by the individual women who control us. We have no say in the matter at all of how we are dressed and made up. She decides our role for the day, based on her mood and desires and then the appropriate clothes and makeup to go with it look are chosen. Some women stick with the same role over and over with little variation; however these are in the minority. Most of the women have found it more exciting and entertaining to vary the roles we play. They like to decide on a daily basis how we should be dressed and what role we should fulfill to please and entertain them. We are dressed and made up as the real women direct. Whatever they like becomes whatever we like and the way we are dressed or made up can change at any time. Here one should never get too comfortable in a role because it could be changed at any time the women get bored with it. Women may send us to dress shops, makeup salons, beauty salons etc., to be styled and fixed as they demand befitting the role they wish us to play for the day or week. Wearing bleach or dyed hair color is normal for us; in fact changing colors many times is the norm. One week we could be very Goth or fetish vixen with a black Bob and leather attire and the very next week a big bleached blonde Dolly Parton type bimbo. That is if we're allowed to keep our hair at all, some women like the extra humiliation of shaving our heads bald because they feel it looks so homosexual when we are all made up and dressed and bejeweled. This bald head look with excessive makeup and jewelry produces a very homosexual look that the women are very amused by. They adore watching us perform in this manner. Of course some women prefer more traditional looks; it all depends on what the individual woman wants. It is true a bald head look with heavy female makeup and huge dangling earrings is still VERY feminine looking, but also obviously VERY homosexual looking. This contract in styles delights them. This humiliation of course pleases the women greatly, knowing they have turned us into homosexual sissies. I have seen many sissies paraded around in stores, heavily made up, dressed quite elegant, and wearing tons of dazzling jewelry including huge dangling earrings with a completely bald shaved head. And I do admit that while extremely bizarre looking in the beginning the look sort of grows on you after a while. It is still amazing to me how quickly people adapt to extreme new styles and what would have been considered shockingly bizarre quickly becomes commonplace. These beauties are indeed quite sexually exciting too. Mincing about under their Mistress's careful guidance on display in public as extreme painted homosexual faggots. At the other end of this spectrum is the frilly pink 10 year old sissy girl. It's harder to tell which is more humiliating for a male to perform. We also must wear nail lacquer on long fake feminine nails (until our own grow out to the proper length of course). They use long Acrylic nails glued on to accomplish this. Also vivid color dramatic lipstick colors, foundation, powder, blusher, multiple color eye shadows, heavy black eyeliner, big thick false eyelashes and of course always various shades of lady's red lipstick. We males are then forced to daintily mince along in extreme spike high heels and a huge variety of female outfits. Parading ourselves about as glamorous, feminized and sissified males, A sort of mimic version of our true women. Or perhaps their exact opposite. Our bodies are waxed smooth and completely hairless; all body hair is removed including completely removing our eyebrows so they can be penciled in later in any shape of style the women want. Eventually this leads to laser hair removal too. It's amazing how former masculine legs no longer look very masculine, but now instead shine smoothly through our sheer nylons just like a lady. Arms are soft white and smooth very soft and white and of course our shaved crotch area gives us an almost little girl look even with or penises showing. Men with their hair in pink plastic curlers and pink picks or wire brush rollers or even pink perm rods, covered with brightly colored nylon scarves are a common sight in grocery stores or drug stores or doing the shopping assigned to us by our women. Curlered, netted and kerchief covered heads abound everywhere. Those without the fuller female type hair to accomplish this aren't excluded either. The stylists at the salons use either a lace cap wig or lace front wig. These wigs are glued to their head and then set in curlers or perm rods at the salon. The women of course would prefer our own hair but in some cases this is just not possible so these special wigs allow the men to 'Look' and 'Feel' just like a woman with her hair set or permed. True this method is second best to real hair, but the effect is the same and the men suffer the same humiliation and feminization so it all works out. It allows some of the older balding men to participate right along with the much younger ones. Men clad in various types of skirts or flowered silk or satin pants, or brightly colored skin-tight Capri's are a very common sight. We'll talk more about the humiliating sissy 'Bulge' in the front of these skin- tight Capris or tight skirts and dresses later. But be rest assured that they NEVER let us be mistaken as real women like them. No matter how beautiful, sexy or glamorous we look it doesn't take more than a glance to determine our true gender. Males can be seen at coffee shops, comparing notes on foundations, perfumes, lipsticks, eyeliner and eye shadow. The vast majority of women require us to shape our figures into a more pleasing hourglass female type style. Dieting is enhanced with skin-tight padded girdles, rigid boned corsets or firm all-in-ones panty girdles with pads in the rear and sides. These pads make us look more 'Hippy' and the rear pads give us a nice big round smooth white feminine asses, very inviting to do naughty things with. These enhanced more rounded and outrageous feminine forms are preferred unless of course the women are purposely trying to produce a boyish young sissy look. Many of the men are forced to go to bed with their hair set in curlers and a lady's black or pink hairnet in place. I've even heard of a guy who was forced to endure a 'Curler Marathon' as punishment once. A whole 62 hours continuous in curlers and plugged while being also punished in other ways. I've never been able to confirm this but some of the other girls claim it's true. Knowing these women I wouldn't doubt it. Hopefully my own Mistress has never heard this story; I wouldn't want to give her any ideas. 60 hours in curlers could be quite uncomfortable. Guys learn first hand about makeup, hairstyling, setting your hair, and all conditioning and beauty treatments normally reserved for women. Men have even been known to be locked into various ultra feminine costumes such as hobble skirts, sissy dresses, locking wide feminine looking belts, blouses that button up the back and have a tiny padlock at the top in back so the person can not ever remove the blouse. This of course is in addition to some other things that are locked into them of a personal nature. Harnesses that secure around your waist and between your legs locking a butt plug of dildo or vibrator in your ass sometimes called your 'Boy Pussy' are very common too. Of course boys and men forced to wear Tampons like a woman are also a very common humiliation men are subjected to. The ladies feel there's nothing more humiliating for a man then wearing a Tampon and having a string hanging out of his ass. And of course they're right it is quite humiliating. They must silently endure these restricting or confining female clothes and still try to appear as glamorous and sexy as possible. Most of these are what the women term 'bedroom wear' or sometimes 'Party Wear'. 'Sissy Wear', 'Slut wear' are also common terms used for the outfits we are required to wear. However there are occasions when you might spot a girl forced in 7" spike heels and a hobble skirt out in public struggling in tiny dainty mincing step to walk in these outfits. It's very difficult to do and takes forever to walk even the smallest distances, but I do admit you look very sexy. It is glorious feminine torment in order to be glamorous and beautiful like a lady. Of course these ladies are all very competitive trying to outdo on another with inventive ultra feminine outfits. The underlying philosophy of the club is simple: Beautify and glamorize men and make the relationship, and maybe the world, or part of it a much better place. Their philosophy is that a pretty feminized man is a better human being and more cooperative human being and a more useful member of society. Feminization, beautification and sissification are all used to help a men learn his proper place in society. I believe that the women also get off on the degree of control they have over us and how far they can make us go in pursuit of the their gorgeous bodies and faces. And these women are rich enough to enforce this type of rule on their men or boys. They expect over a long period of time to enlarge the number of crossdressers in the world and the women who love dominating little sissies like this and turning them out as little homosexual faggots. They are also always in search of lovely older feminine beauties who are into the glamour and makeup, and hairdos. So they too can be guided, help and eventually join the club also as dominant women. Men are merely second class citizens at The Club, sissy imitations of their wives, Mothers or Aunts, learning the path to proper feminine behavior. Don't get me wrong, there is no real crime at the Club. Women do not abuse or injure men. Men are not beaten or tortured in the traditional sense of S & M. Their philosophy is simply to guide men and boys down this path of learning the way a Mother guides and teaches a child. Oh sure some women do like an occasional spanking or a little penis torture with a riding crop or hand, but none of the women ever get carried away. If this is their idea of fun they are slowly screened out before attaining any permanent position in the Club. Here the emphasis is always on femininity rather than pain. However, women completely control their men both physically and mentally. They control our bodies, our activities, our appearances, men simply answer, "Yes, Madame or Mother" and do as we are told to do. Most go somewhat willingly if a little reluctant because they are mainly submissive anyway. They know deep down in their heart that they never would have made it in male world as a macho man anyway. Others go not quite so willing. The founders believe that some men can be controlled through feminine beauty because they are addicted to erotic and exotic women. Then this in turn can be used to take them from just appreciating these women to actually trying to emulate these women themselves. And it works quite well in most cases. Our passion for exotic glamorous women is soon turned against us as we ourselves become the beautiful glamorous women we once adored. We somehow are drawn to cruel wicked women and the image they present and we get sucked into their plan somewhat willingly. Sexual relations still occur but now only as often and/or in the manner demanded by the woman. Most of the women do enjoy oral service from the men and almost all of them love fucking their 'Girls' with a strap-on. Of course the women are not interested in providing sexual pleasures for the men, only themselves and many times with each other. Although they are not forbidden to indulge in these things if it pleases them. Sometimes a Domme will give a blow job or something for a big reward. But very few allow the men to fuck them even dressed as a girl. Males once they are feminized however are mostly forced to service each other if the women will allow it. The women feel they are homosexual sissies and should only achieve sexual pleasure themselves from being with and servicing other homosexual sissies sexually. Some women do enjoy milking their sissies and watching their humiliation as they spurt their sissy cream in front of a mirror or in front of other women in groups, but it is entirely up to the woman whether the male receives any sexual pleasure from her or not. Many take great delight in knowing that the only pleasure we can receive is from another homosexual boy or man dressed as a woman or girl. In the beginning sometimes the woman will milk her son, brother, nephew, boyfriend or husband until he gets used to this humiliating process and pattern to achieve sexual release in this way and then she'll slowly wean him off of her presence by having another transvestite sissy do it, until finally she's out of the job completely or almost so and the sissy or other multiple sissies take over the process of milking their fellow sissies. Then after that he only receives pleasure from other little sissies like themselves. Soon this becomes his way of life whether he likes it or not. For some it becomes the only form of sex they've ever know, to them this is sex. I could never confirm it of course since I'm not a real woman, but it is said that the novice dominant women attend training classes similar to the ones were forced to go to. But in these classes the less inexperienced dominants and taught by the more experienced dominants on ways to tease, control, humiliate and train a sissy male to achieve maximum pleasure and amusement. In fact sometimes I even wonder to myself if the younger ones are not being brainwashed into the lifestyle as much as we are in some subtle way. Because those that are not that wicked or severe looking eventually turn out that way, make you wonder doesn't it? Perhaps from birth or at least a very early age they are brainwashed into viewing controlling and punishing transvestites and sissy as a perfectly acceptable way of life. And being all made up and styled glamorous slutty older glamorous women as the only acceptable way to actually look. So basically they're not trained to be submissive, but the reverse. Anyway I can't prove it but it's a theory of mine. All men, when we first came to the Club, we took mandatory classes on how to surrender not only our penis but our tongues, our throats and our rear ends to the demands and satisfaction of our women. We are simply used sexually like a girl for any type of sex she wishes us to have. We must learn to provide oral sex for both other men and women and we must learn that we are now 'Sissy Girls' and as such it is us who submits to getting fucked and sucking cock. It is our job and mission in life to provide sexual pleasures to both sexes and each other as required. We must also accept that our only hope of sexual pleasure for ourselves will come only from other homosexual sissies and transvestites. So if we expect any real sexual gratification at all we are forced to turn to the other sissies. And of course rather than have absenence all do eventually succumb. Of course there are some men in the sexual training, protesting the servicing other males or being fucked. But the punishment that follows is usually swift and harsh. Making the sexual service much more preferable then being punished. Being the lesser of two evils, most men don't resist for long. It's very simply complying and do it well, or be punished. Soon we all submit one way or the way. Either peer pressure or punishment, or brainwashing or knows or cares eventually we all succumb to their lifestyle. You'll soon see him doing his housework or shopping with an extremely tight roller set and with a scarf on his head and a harness ball gag firmly lodged in his mouth, gagging and silencing him. When you see this you can be assured that the sissy has either spoken out of turn or offended his Mistress Mother or Aunt in some way or even perhaps complained about his hairdos. This unique gagged and curlers scenario of which there are many is called "Hair Punishment' by the women. Actually this Curler, Kerchief & Gag punishment is one of the most common punishments (I think the women like it) I've seen books in the bookstore called "Teaching Him to Adore Bouffant Hairdos" or "Making Him Adore Being A Curler Princess", or "Unusual Roller Punishments", or "How To Advance Your Sissy From Sissyhood To Complete Made Up Whore." "Walking In Extreme High Heels for Sissies". "Strict Corseting for Novice males." "Curler and Perm punishments For Sissy Men." I'm told these books are very popular and the women use them and the illustrated pictures within for new ideas they haven't thought of yet. Of course the photo illustrations in the books are all of men from "The Club' being tormented and feminized in the various 'Punishments'. Remember here the women don't dominate us through beatings, whippings or caning like most dominant women. Here they control us through femininity making the punishment fit the crime as it were. If you complain about your earrings hurting or being made to wear many ladies cocktail rings or something like that, then you would receive a 'Jewelry Punishment'. You would be litterly dripping exotic jewelry for a week as punishment. Of course with the biggest possible earrings that hurt your ears to wear especially for long periods. Making the punishment fit the crime in their eyes. Of course refusing to comply will lead to real and quite painful punishment so it's better to comply. With curler punishment the scarf obscuring most of the harness straps leaving only his made up face and protruding big red lipsticked lips showing while he's wobbling along on six-or-seven inch spike high heels and a pained, sad forlorn look on his face saying he's got a large butt plug or tampon strapped into his bottom or he is wearing a very tight girdle or harness holding it in over his recently spanked rear end. A few days like this and he soon learns it's much easier to be a complacent, cooperative, submissive girl then complain about his hair or curlers ever again. Our first time at the Club I had been sassy and gave some backtalk and resistance to Barbara and she sent me to do the grocery shopping with my hair set in about 48 small tight pink plastic curlers wearing a red harness ball gag in my red lipsticked mouth and a bright red nylon scarf partially covering my curlers and six inch spike heels, a gagged and humiliated sissy food shopping. The shoes and gag were locked on and she had the key at home. Even so any attempt to remove and fuss with any of the costume would be reported and then you'd really be severely punished. Some people ask why we'd even cooperate or put up with this type of punishment. That's easy we're all basically shy submissive type men to begin with and with all the changes previously made to us, where would we go, or what would we do. We have no money, no job, no place to live if we were thrown out, so we just cooperate and each day become a little more dependant and submissive, such is the life of a sissy. Believe me I did not talk back about curlers or complain about my big teased up bouffant hairdos ever again. I can't describe how embarrassed and humiliated I was pushing my grocery cart through the store with my mouth tightly gagged my hair set in pink curlers a bright red nylon kerchief covering them and the click of my very, very spiked high heels drawing attention to me. With the additional male penis strapped into my ass so I was being fucked like a girl even as I walked around shopping. So everyone could tell that I had been a disobedient wife to my Mistress. My Mistress took many pictures before I left the house for what she termed her scrapbook, and she loves showing them to her friends, how very humiliating, and still I hate to admit exciting. My shame and humiliation as I shopped was intense, women laughed at me and verbally teased me, other sissies shyly looked away afraid it might happen to them. And all the while I suffered with an extremely tight wet set that was pulling at my scalp and that big red ball gagging me into complete silence. My calves ached from the 6" inch spike high heels locked on me, and all that walking. You could actually see my pink beribboned sissy cock sticking out from under my bright pink mini- skirt. Big fake boobs bouncing as I walked. A complete bimbo type housewife shopping for groceries. And worse yet like I said my body always betrayed me. I was milked several times later at home posed in front of the mirror like this and of course much to my chagrin came to several very exciting and squealing climaxes. You see in spite of the fact that we always hate these punishments our bodies always betray us and we are hard and excited and as a result quickly climax. You feel so ultra girlish and feminine and yet so male and homosexual all at the same time that the humiliation is very intense. The fear comes first of not known what exactly is going to happen. Then the humiliation at hoe faggoty and homosexual you are. Then finally followed by the excitement, it's unavoidable. Soon you crave and even need these feelings of humiliation and excitement. You've become addicted to exactly what they want you to be addicted to. You like being on display as a crossdressed sissy faggot and you crave the humiliation, your penis on display even though you look every inch like a bizarre girl. Women can and do freely have affairs, with another men or another woman in the club. Men absolutely must be faithful to the woman who controls them unless they are otherwise directed by their lady to have sex with someone else. Men are expected to deal sweetly and femininely with each other, holding hands, kissing friends and neighbors on cheeks or lips, lots of gentle touching; hugging, caressing and petting are greatly encouraged. This is because it is considered part of a submissive, pleasant girl's personality. If you have a passion for a certain sissy you like, you must ask your Aunt or Mother or wife if it is all right to have relations with this sissy. She may arrange for a meeting or something or she may not, the choice is hers and hers alone. Of course she or the other dominant or both must be present to 'Supervise' the activities at least the first time. Most of the women adore watching these activities and controlling what is done and how and by who. Once a male is fully initiated into these activities the women may allow him to meet with the other sissy whenever they like as long as it doesn't interfere with their schedule. All of this is to make it so that "a pretty sweet man is a better human being, a true 'gentle man'. Some of the men resist this, but they soon succumb to the homosexual acts of kissing another man or caressing another man or boy when they realize the only pleasure they themselves are ever going to receive again in this lifetime is from their sissy, feminized friends or from men who will use them. In a short period they will willingly engage in sissy lovemaking to entertain, amuse or please their lady. And soon after that they submit to love making by men too if their lady demands it. It just sort of becomes your way of life. At The Club women do most all of the work outside of the home. The majority of men keep house and are mere consumers, buying what our women command us to buy. Spending time and money as we are told to do. We exist solely as homemakers and sex objects to wait upon and to satisfy our women, sometimes as entertainment and amusing. Sort of a highly kinky version of the 'Stepford Wives'. Outside of the home, a handful of males are employed as maids and housekeepers and some young unmarried men as escorts (in a non-sexual manner) when a woman wants a cute guy or two on her arm for some social function. (These young men are hired only for their pretty faces and nice figures, not as intelligent companions). In a few trendy businesses, one may find a male secretary or receptionist, hired as eye candy more than for clerical abilities. Other than these few exceptions, we keep house for our women and service their sexual needs and their demands as well as the sexual needs as others when commanded. We become used to being whistled at, squeezed, fondled or pinched or verbally abused as women. Every guy learns to put up with comments about his looks, his tits or his ass. We are forced to endure the obviously sexual comments and smile sweetly even when the comments are course, such as being called a 'Slut', 'Whore', 'Tramp', or even 'Cunt'. When two or three couples go out for dinner together, the hostess and the waitress address the whole group with "good evening ladies." Sales clerks or hairstylists routinely refer to us men as "girl," "cutie," "baby doll," "honey," "bonbon," "darling" or "sissy girl". It would be rare to be referred to in any male terms, such 'him', 'he', or 'his' unless they are trying to humiliate us. Although sometimes women will do this on purpose to further humiliate a man. Say something like oh he's so cute', or 'My son looks so sweet tonight all made up." Clearly indicating to those present that 'He' is a crossdressed sissy faggot not a woman. Of course as I've indicated no attempt is meant to hide our penis in any event. In fact the opposite is done. The ladies adore seeing a nice big bulge in a tight skirt or dress indicating our 'Feminized Sissy Status'. They wish to make sure no one would actually believe us to be real women. A woman caressing or stroking that bulge is common even in public to humiliate us further. This is done only to remind the male that he's still a male and will never be a true female no matter how feminine he's dressed or how beautiful and glamorous he appears to be. Men are expected to be demure, sweet, agreeable, and overly friendly as well as looking attractive, sexy and chic in a very womanly glamorous style. Of course most young sons or are bought here by their Mothers are dressed as little sissy girls until they are old enough to assume the role of a 'Glamorous Lady'. Those under the age of 16 are generally dressed as little sissy girls in frilly sissy attire and fancy frilly little girl's party attire. Although sometimes there are exceptions and even these young boys are dressed as if they were much older women. It depends on what the Mother or Aunt want. I have seen at the club boys as young as 12 years old dressed and made up as if they were rich women in their forties or fifties, heavily made up in mature cosmetics and sporting fabulous bouffants . they are dressed in very elegant Cocktail dresses and fur stoles. Some men are required to experience their monthly period just like a lady and they must wear tampons or sanitary pads for some days each month. Though Barbara hasn't done it to me as of yet, but it's probably coming at sometime if she is looking for some new thrill or amusement. Lots of men go through a wedding ceremony, where they are no longer the groom but now they are the bride. Their woman will after that, introduce the man as her wife. If she really wanted to humiliate him and remind him of his submissive position in life she may say, "This is my former husband Don, but he's now my submissive wife Donna." "I've turned him into a transvestite sissy." I haven't been through that either yet thank God. Barbara hadn't taken me to The Club in almost a year. I had hoped her interest in their extreme training methods had passed. I could live the life of a feminized husband quietly and sedately without too many extremes. I'd settled into a housewife type routine perhaps that was the problem. When we're home Barbara is too busy running her various businesses to bother to arrange elaborate scenarios of punishment. I was disappointed and panicked when she informed that we were going there for "a good long visit and of course a vacation for her," I nonetheless resigned myself. Resistance or protest was futile and would only bring severe punishment as I mentioned before. Rumors tell of The Club's latest addition, the Beauty Police, Amazonian women who can mysteriously appear and carry off reluctant, disobedient men for real punishment and even more intense feminization or sissification. It is said that they have ways to make any man beg to become a beautiful, glamorous, sexy woman. I don't know if this is true or not but I am not inclined to find out. I will try to appear glamorous, obedient and cooperative at all times to avoid this. On this particular Saturday morning, Barbara dropped me off at the biggest beauty salons in The Club, a few minutes earlier than my appointment time. While at The Club, men do not drive. Women take us where they want us to be they rarely give us permission to use the car alone. Whenever a woman is driving, you can be sure that the man is in the passenger seat, he's freshening his lipstick or checking his hair or nails or powdering his nose. I learned this on my first visit to the club. So while Barbara is driving I must powder my nose, reapply my lipstick, pat my hairdo or curlers into place, etc. I also must smile at people in other cars seductively playing the sexy femme fatale. Both male and female alike. Of course here who can truly tell? To illustrate the submissive role of men, let me describe the night before my beauty appointment. Barbara had invited several women friends over to play bridge with her. I cleaned the house completely before they came in a frilly French maid's outfit. I set out beverages, sandwiches, pizza and snacks, which I had of course prepared. Until ten o'clock, I checked periodically on the supply of food and drink. Other than those checks of supplies, I stayed out of sight, even though I wore 7" spike high heels, a black satin corset, black steamed stockings, a short French Maid's dress with petticoats, as Barbara ordered me. During the times when I did serve more food and drink to anyone, Barbara's friends felt free to run their hands up and down my nylon clad legs or to pinch my bottom or even caress my bulging sissy panties. Men were expected to endure this kind of behavior as women had for centuries. At eleven o'clock, I went upstairs, cleaned my face, set my hair in curlers and pins, and removed my extensive makeup reapplying only a little lipstick, put on my night gown, robe and fuzzy Malibu slippers. I had to then come into the room, in front of five women, sit in Barbara's lap perched gracefully and softly, kiss her good-night and allow her to slap my bottom as I left. I went upstairs and went to sleep like a good beautiful husband at the Club. When Barbara came to bed after two in the morning and wanted sex, I spread my legs and let her have her way with me until she was satisfied. Being fucked like a girl from her strap-on. Of course one must always indicate to his Mistress how much he loves her attention and if so happy to be fucked by her or eat her pussy. Verbal confirmation that you love being her whore is expected and always received unless you want to submit to more intense and painful punishment. As I opened the heavy glass door of the salon's entrance, I was as overwhelmed at what I saw as I had been the first time Barbara brought me there. Two long rows of various types of hair dryers. Muted soothing music piped in through well-placed speakers. Carefully arranged row of chairs in front of shampoo sinks. Styling stations with large mirrors and extremely bright lights strategically placed everywhere. Numerous sexy, glamorous women with perfect extensive makeup and beautiful hairdos, all wearing cosmetologists' robes over their dresses or slacks as they engaged in the intense business of beautifying and feminizing men. As I entered the salon, I saw my friend Wayne now called Wendy having a manicure they were first attaching 2" inch long feminine salon type nails to his hands. Tom now known as 'Tammy', another friend, sat at a lady's styling station with his hair set in curlers and covered with a pink hairnet, his face was being completely made up very heavily, his feet stretched out in front of him as Miss Crystal gave him a pedicure. In the front display window, with its special raised platform, seated in the styling chairs, decked out in pretty pink salon robes, were my friend Sam now 'Samantha', wearing a plastic cap on his head as his hair was frosted blonde, and another man was having his hair set in very large oversized rollers. They both looked nervous and extremely self-conscious and humiliated as the female stylists worked on them. On the street, three women stood watching in amusement or glanced and smiled as they passed by as these poor guys were being styled and turned into women right before their eyes. The salons has private booths at the far right and in the back but you never know what your controlling woman has arranged for you until you've checked in at the front desk. Barbara had threatened several times to subject me to a full drag queen type makeover on those front raised platforms in full view of other male clients and passers by, or to subject me to having my hair set in pink curlers while sitting in the display window dressed as a frilly little 10 year old sissy girl in a pretty petticoated party dress. Also we threatened to do these things with my penis fully exposed too for farther humiliation. Neither had happened yet, but I know some day she'd make good on her threat. I know she's dreaming of it and waiting for the right moment. A young guy, new to the club since my last visit, sat under a dryer as his set hair dried. Under his styling cape it was obviously his hair had been bleached platinum blonde and he was fully made up. Another new man, with skin-tight red capri pants, and red spike high- heels showing from under his lavender plastic cape, was getting his hair brushed and sectioned by Miss Sigrid. Matt, also a casual friend sat in another styling chair with dozens and dozens of tiny pink rollers tightly curled in his hair as Miss Henrietta, the salon photographer, took pictures of him from every angle. He was ordered to pat his curlers into place like a girl and pose sweetly for the humiliating pictures. No one can confirm it, but most of us believe that these pictures are sold over the Internet making even more money for the women. I wonder what other pictures of us they might be selling too. My guess is a lot of the pictures and videos a sold including the action ones. At another station, close to the entrance, a young teenager, whom I guessed to be 12 or 13, sat with his entire head set in prickly brush rollers that looked VERY uncomfortable. As Miss Babs began spraying his set head with endless amounts of hard to hold hair spray the sad, forlorn look on his face said that he was silently enduring the extreme discomfort and accepting his feminization without a word of rebellion. He was already beaten and had already accepted his new feminine role in life as a feminized sissy faggot. No doubt it was his Mother or Aunt who had sent here. Poor boy was already a confirmed sissy faggot transvestite at thirteen. As the boy covered his face with his hands, coughing, Babs continued spraying his tightly wound set, she laughed and commented to his Mother, who was watching from the very next chair, "There now, doesn't he look just adorable with his hair set in pretty curlers?" "I'll just get a hairnet on him and pop him under a dryer for an hour or so." "An hour of sitting on a nice hard dick with his hair in curlers and his makeup done should make him feel very feminine indeed." "Sissy boys should learn early on their place in our society." She glanced at him, "So pretty and cute I wish he was mine to play with, I'll have to talk to his Mother." "Shall I leave him with a large mirror in front of himself so he can view his beautiful feminine image", she asked his Mother? "But of course darling and exposed his very cute penis too", his Mother replied. "Seeing all his shame and humiliation should greatly add to his sissy excitement later on, don't you think?" "Oh absolutely Mrs. Grant, why I'm sure he's hard already and in no time one or two strokes should get him to spurting his lovely sweet white sissy cream for us." "Not to worry Mrs. Grant he'll soon be totally addicted to the process over and over." So it was confirmed it was his Mother doing this to him. "You may have to milk him several times tonight Mrs. Grant." "Oh that's OK, I adore doing it to him, the more often the better", she said. The smells of perm solution, bleach, hair spray, nail polish, perfume, cosmetics and fresh flowers mixed and wafted through the air. With trepidation, I took in all the sights, sounds, and smells as I slowly approached the receptionist. "Hi there. How can I help you, sugar?" asked the young blonde behind the desk. "Ummmm, yes. I'm Denise, my wife, Ms. Barbara made an appointment for me at ten o'clock," I managed to stammer out. "Oh yes, we have you in the book, sugar." "You're scheduled with Miss Isabel for a shampoo and set, a manicure with Miss Mitzi and makeup by Miss Darlene." "Ms. Barbara already left the set of clothes we are to dress you in to go home." "Just have a seat and Miss Isabel will be with you shortly." "She is just finishing her first customer." "You will just love what she's going to do with you Denise, you Darling pie." I did not feel excited as the receptionist told me what was on my schedule. Obviously lots of intense beautification and feminization awaited me. Isabel was a short, very slim red-headed woman who very much loved beautifying and feminizing the men sent to her. When I heard what I was scheduled for, I breathed a partial sigh of relief and hoped that it really would be as short and simple as the receptionist had described, but I wondered if she was lying to appease me. As usual though, I had no idea what Barbara had selected for me to wear home. I didn't see the clothes in the bag she bought with her. Or what kind of hairdo I would be given, or with what color nail polish or style of makeup I'd be done up in. In the past she's made me into a little frilly sissy girl, a saucy French Maid, a sissy curler princess, and even a fully made up drag queen, all of these roles were of course meant to humiliate me and amuse and entertain her. Like the other controlling women in The Club, Barbara enjoyed calling the salon during an appointment and adding extra special treatments to the list. My schedule did not sound too bad. I hoped for the best but truly I expected the worst. Yet the salon unnerved me, as it always did. A deep feminine sanctuary usually denied to any man and here I was right in the middle of it. When she dropped me off, Barbara had said something about seeing me in several hours. I guessed that what the receptionist told me would take about two or three hours. Did Barbara have more planned for me? Would I end up looking like Matt now Marilyn, with dozens of small pink rollers in my hair? Could I end up with long, artificial red nails, or polished in a strange color? Had Barbara arranged for me to wobble home on impossibly spike high heel platforms? Half way through having my hair set, would the receptionist tell Isabel that Barbara had called and added bleaching my hair platinum blonde to my treatment list? I'd even heard of bald men having their head shaved fully made up and highly bejeweled mincing and swishing about like complete homosexual faggots. I tried hard to gulp down my fear frightened but knowing I had to obey or else punishment would follow. Following directions, I took a seat to wait for Isabel to summon me back. I knew how these women operated and I'd seen all their tricks for intense feminization. They loved the fact that you were scared and didn't exactly know what as coming or what would be done to you. I wore the clothes Barbara had selected: a pink transparent chiffon blouse with a lace black bra underneath and pink skirt. My large breast forms were glued on for the duration of our stay at the Club, frilly pink panties, black nylons and a very firm, high waist, long line panty girdle with side zipper. Pink 6" inch spike high heels were on my feet, but I wore no makeup, as Barbara had instructed. Moments later Isabel appeared. "Well, hello, Denise, Darling." "It's been ages since we saw you here." "Girl, you need some serious beauty work." "But never fear, we're going to make you a pretty, sexy little dolly today, you'll see." "Come on with me and let's get you shampooed." My dread began to build knowing the intense feminine beautification I'd be subject to here. I'd be sexy and glamorous whether I wanted to be. I followed her over to the row of sinks and sat where she directed. Isabel placed a pink, flowered cape around me and tied it in the back. She lowered me into the edge of the shampoo sink, and turned the water on. "So, Darling, did Ms Barbara say anything to you about what we're going to do today, anything about a perm, or color, or extensions?" I paled. Had I been set up already? "Perm?" "No, ma'am, she didn't say anything about a perm or hair color or extensions." "She didn't even tell me which stylist I was scheduled with." Isabel enjoyed my obvious discomfort. "Don't worry, Darling." "Your Madam just scheduled you for a shampoo and roller set, a manicure and full makeup application." "You're going to be real pretty and very glamorous when we finish with you today." "She and I consulted about your hairstyle." "I told her, since it s so long since she had you in here, that you probably do need a perm for a really pretty girlie hairstyle." "At some point you should have a color or frosting done on your hair." "How about a nice Champagne Blonde", she teased. "Your skin certainly could use one of our deep penetrating facials." "But all that's beauty treatment for other days." "Today, we are going to make you beautiful with a cute feminine hairstyle, nice manicure and some very pretty makeup, just relax and enjoy baby doll." Using her fingers, Isabel combed my hair back and began to run warm water over it. She poured some fruity-smelling shampoo into my wet hair and began to work up a good lather. As she continued to firmly work the shampoo in, she observed, "Your hair is not in good shape. You need a good conditioning treatment before we style you." She rinsed out the shampoo, poured a creamy substance onto my hair and worked it in. For the next step, she opened a jar of thick, orange paste and smothered my scalp with a layer of it. She covered my hair with a plastic cap and wrapped a towel tightly around my head. Sitting me up, she said, "We'll let that conditioner work for a few minutes. If Ms Barbara decides you need a perm, I'll give you a hot oil conditioning treatment with a heated cap a week or so before I do your perm, Darling." Satisfied my hair was properly conditioned after ten minutes, she removed the towel and cap, leaned me back, turned on the warm water again and rinsed the conditioner out of my hair. She directed me over to her styling station. "Ms. Barbara wants you done in something that would look good on 'A woman of mature years' ", she said. "We've got something in mind, you and she are both gonna love." My real age is just a tad over fifty so I guess I qualified as a 'woman of mature years.' Nervously, I answered, "Yes, Miss Isabel, I'm sure it will be perfect." I could see that she had pulled over a wheeled cart filled with trays of various sizes and colors of hair rollers. "Well, now, we're gonna see how that style will look on a glamorous mature woman like you, honey." Miss Isabel ran her hands through my hair a few more times. She sprayed my hair with some kind of liquid and began combing it through in every direction. "I'm not sure how your hair's going take the curl I want on you and you not having a perm and all, so I'm going to use the hard to hold setting lotion and plenty of heavy duty hair spray when we get to that point." She pulled the cart over to the right side of the chair and said, "But don't you worry about a thing, Darling. You'll be fine." She smiled, obviously knowing things I didn't. Using a wide tooth comb, she parted my hair on the left side and the right side, combing them down over my ears, and combing the center part back away from my face. Taking a smaller comb, she pulled a small strip of hair in the middle of my forehead, away from my head, wound it around a green roller and fastened it very tightly to my head I could it pull on my scalp. Well the curler suffering was underway. I was undergoing more feminization again. But I did feel so girlie with my hair in curlers. "You know, Darling, your hair is so straight." "This is going to be a time-consuming operation today but it's what your dear woman ordered and what we know you'll really adore". "I think you ought to ask Ms. Barbara to let me perm you." "If you ask her yourself, maybe she'll feel better about letting me do a perm on you", I laughed to myself. I could picture my head covered in over 50 of those tiny pink perm rods. I was sure it would be quite uncomfortable. I both dreaded it and secretly wanted it. I was becoming such a such faggot. If Barbara wanted me to have a perm, she would just order it. On the other hand, she certainly would enjoy my asking her to allow me to have a perm. She had ordered me to be permed at one of our previous stays at the Club. I was not anxious to go through that again, but I secretly wished she'd order me. By now, I could feel the firm grip of the three or four rollers tightly wound into my hair. "Yes, Miss Isabel, I will ask her", I said respectfully to my stylist. "That's a good girl." "We have lots of options for perms these days." "We could give you just a body wave, for a little volume and pretty waves throughout your hair." "You'd look so pretty that way." "Or a perm with smaller, tighter curls all over." "We could do a rod-to- roller transfer perm." "Maybe do one of those need the electric machine perms on you, you know, the modern equipment updating those machines from the 1930's." "We just got one of those and I haven't had a client to use it on before now." "Women had so many wonderful opinions." "Lots of options to make you look pretty darling." "I love doing perms on guys like you." "You'd look so cute while you're being permed, my little sissy girl getting her hair permed like a real lady." "And so cute when you've been permed too Darling." "Wouldn't you like looking that way dear, so girlish and feminine?" "Yes, ma'am", I dutifully replied. She'd obviously like to get me into her tortuous perm rods. I heard they even sometimes made you get the perm rods without the perming solution just to make you suffer in the perm rods. Isabel now had the center row of rollers almost done which went all the way back to my lower neck. The rollers were very tight, much tighter than the last time, a year ago, when Miss Candy had set my hair. I winced as another one went in. She was setting my hair very tightly indeed and she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely "Miss Isabel, these rollers are really tight." "Good", she smiled, "That's exactly how we want them, nice and tight for a perfect curl." "Are you suffering to be beautiful my poor dear?" "Yes, Miss Isabel." "Remember dear being pretty isn't easy." "True feminine beauty is painful Darling." "But I know you won't mind a little suffering to be a glamorous older woman, now will you darling?" "I need to make sure you curl up properly for the style we're doing." "And we don't want any coming loose while you're under the dryer now do we?" "We all pay a price to be beautiful, honey." "A pretty feminized man is a much better human being, sugar." "What's a little pain when you end up looking pretty like a girl?" "Like I said, without a perm in your hair, Darling, I've got to make sure this style holds." "Besides, you don't want the curl falling out before Ms. Barbara sees how I styled you, do you?" "No, ma'am." "Good." She moved over to my left side, sprayed more setting lotion on my hair and started to put that side on rollers. "I know your first salon appointment after you've been away for awhile is a bit overwhelming but we'll get you fixed up nice and ladylike, Darling." "If Ms Barbara decides to have me give you a perm in one of your next appointments, I'll book lots of extra time for you." "Especially if we do a machine perm on you." "Those take time to do, but the results are just gorgeous." "I know you want to look just like a pretty, sexy, glamorous lady dear." "A true lover of feminine beauty can never spend enough in a a salon dear." "Yes, Ma'am", I dutifully replied. "One of these days soon, I'm going to give you a deep hot oil conditioner, as I said, of course, I'm thinking we ought to get you in here soon for a full day of beauty salon treatments." "Wax those eyebrows off again and wax your legs and underarms." "I know Barbara has almost completed your laser beard removal honey so you can have smooth soft skin all the time without ever shaving again." "You shouls get it done all over honey." "Paraffin treatment on your hands and feet before your manicure and pedicure." "Nice long acrylic ladylike nails on your fingers." "Maybe some highlights in your hair." "And now we've got arrangements with the reducing salon next door so customers can go back and forth without going outside." "Then once we got you all gussied up, we put you in a nice glittering evening gown and let Ms Barbara show you off." "Wouldn't that be fun?" "Won't you feel so glamorous and beautiful." Why would a man ever want to feel any other way but feminized?" "Yes, Miss Isabel." I quaked inside at the thought but tried not to show it. Imagine my shame if Ms. Barbara showed me off in some glittering evening gown, with a big hairdo and very heavy makeup like some showgirl on display a trophy wife. God, how humiliating that would be for a man. I'd lost all my will and backbone, what a poor excuse I was for a man, allowing these women to do this yo me. The increasing tightness on my head and the pinch of my underwear caused me to wiggle with discomfort in the chair. Isabel noticed immediately. "Your girdle pinching, honey?" I blushed without answering. "You'll get used to it again, darling." "You see what happens when your lady keeps you away from The Club for too long?" "It's like starting all over again." "She needs to practice our training methods even when your home alone so you can be pretty and glamorous all the time otherwise you get lazy darling." "There's no place for laziness in glamour darling." "You must always remember that appearing as a glamorous lady takes hours and hours of preparation." "But Ms Barbara doesn't have you wearing a boned corset yet, does she?" I nodded, 'No.' "Just wait when she does, you'll really know about some feminine discomfort then honey." "You'll forget all about that silly girdle honey." "I can always tell when a sweet man is here for the first time in his first boned corset." "Corseted boys look so cute compared to those who are just nicely enclosed in a good form-fitting foundation garment like you are, Darling." "Tight corsetry is very important darling." "But sitting under the dryer or having a perm when you're not used to being cinched in . . . well, it takes getting used to." "Like I say, we all pay a painful price to be pretty." "You do want to be pretty just like your lady don't you Darling?" "Yes Ma'am." "I did notice the girdle she's got you in gives your buns a nice shape, Darling." "But a corset would really pull you in tightly and give you a nice wasp- waisted female look." "Ideally I feel a sissy boys breasts should be at least 20" inches bigger than hia waist in order to have a truly girlish figure dear." "I'm sure Miss Barbara would agree." "There's nothing like severe corset training to turn you into a cute feminine dolly honey." "Some of the women even prefer 30" inches bigger darling." I gasped at the though of having a 26" waist and 56" inch tits. Oh God I hope Barbara doesn't to that to me. But better not to even mention it or she gets ideas in her head. With that she clamped another roller tightly into place. "If Ms. Barbara decides to start you in a corset and then sends you for a perm, you better ask her nicely just to let you wear a good girdle while I do your hair that day or your suffering will be intense darling." She paused a moment, leaned close and whispered, "Of course, if it's not your girdle that's pinching, maybe Ms. Barbara's been working that cute backside in bed a lot, huh Darling?" She smiled wickedly. I turned scarlet. "Perhaps your butt plug is bothering you darling?" "Yes the butt plug", I replied. "Poor girl, learning to take that lovely male cock in your boy pussy is hard isn't it Darling?" "It's hard sitting on a nice hard male cock all day isn't it?" "But Ms. Barbara does need to keep you in training while you're here." "Do you like being a cock slut honey?" "Do you love the feel of a nice hard cock in your boy pussy darling?" "Now don't lie you naughty girl, I'll bet you do darling." "I love girls who learn to take that hard male cock properly." "I fuck my feminized sissy faggot brother at least twice a week in addition to his butt plug training." "I adore hearing him squealing in girlish delight as I fuck him and he whimpers and begs for more like the slut he is." "I have no doubt you'll be squealing like a true sissy girl for Miss Barbara during your stay here too." As she worked on the left side of my head, Isabel went on about tight girdles and tightly laced boned corsets for men like me. "A good girdle or corset controls the stomach and buttocks, and gives you guys a much cuter feminine shape." "You all look so much better when you're wearing a proper foundation garment darling." "Normal everyday guys should wear a rigid foundation which fits well over the hips and buttocks, one with very firm boning." "Myself, I love the look of a man in a back laced boned corset with firm front and sides, nicely and tightly laced." "That's an essential to develop a good womanly figure." "I know you guys fuss about your women lacing your corsets or making you wear a girdle or all-in-one but we're only concerned for your well being." "I believe that every guy, not matter how young or how old, needs a corset or some sort of good strong solid foundation garment." "In my opinion boys should start being corset trained at age 10 if possible." "You fellows shouldn't turn your cute noses up when we women want you to wear one of those modern aids to a beautiful figure." "I don't know of any other way to keep a guy's figure looking voluptuous and sexy." "Men your age should always be wearing a tightly boned satin corset." "Even a young teenage boy with a trim figure needs to coax his boy into more womanly curves to be more appealing when he's wearing a short skirt or figure-hugging tight feminine Capri's or pedal pushers ." "Remember I've even heard a few of the ladies like to see their 'Girls' with tits 30" inches bigger than their waist." "That requires extreme corsetry and very large breast implants." "While it is a bit extreme I do think they look like cute little bimbos with those big tits and tiny waists." "And of course a cute adorable bulge in the front of those Capris so we lady's can tease baby doll." "I know you all protest and complain, but your not fooling me Darling." "I know you like having that cute sissy cock caressed." "Do you want to become a big titty bimbo honey?" "Tiny waist, big tits, and a big sissy bulge showing?" "I'll bet you do, don't you slut?" "Mincing about with big titties and a tiny waist and extreme high heels, I'm sure I'd want to fuck you darling." "You girlie boys can be so naughty and sinful." "I simply can't tolerate a protruding butt or a bulging tummy messing the outline of a cute guy's silhouette." "Unless of course it's that big bulge in the front of his tight skirt or Capris showing how excited he is to be dressed like a sexy lady." "I suspect, Darling, that Ms. Barbara will probably have you at a corset shop to be fitted sometime soon." I fervently hoped not but could only politely listen to Isabel express her views, views shared by many women at The Club to be sure and probably Ms. Barbara herself. She chattered on endlessly expressing her views on an ultra feminine world where all guys suffered in intense feminization. The conversation also made me wonder how rigid a corset I'd be wearing when going home. Corsets require custom fitting and Barbara had not yet had me measured for a corset, yet. Did Isabel know something was coming or was she just blattering on? In a few more minutes, Isabel had my left side nearly done. Those rollers felt as tight as the center row. I sensed a headache beginning. Isabel moved to the other side, sprayed yet more setting lotion and began rolling the hair on my right side. "You'll love this style, Darling", she said as she winked at me. "There's nothing like a tight curler set to make a man feel more feminine." "I'm sure I will, Miss Isabel," I answered respectfully as required by The Club rules. As she put the rollers on my right side, she returned to the topic of corsets. "There are so many nice types of corsets available today to give guys a seductive walk and good figure training." "Some designs nip the waist in so elegantly which gives that wasp waist look." "That would be really cute on you, Darling, nicely cinched so you're extra small right in the middle." "The perfect shape for you a mature lady wannabe like you." "Some corsets control the waist to a nice smooth hourglass line, like a client I had in here yesterday." "Other styles extend well down over the hips which diminishes the length of your stride." "There too a guy corseted like that and wearing very high spike high heels looks so darling." "In an evening gown or hobble skirt, trussed in nice and tight, wearing extreme spike high heels, you'd be a real knockout, sugar mincing across the floor in something like that." "All these kinds of corsets allow for some severe compression which gives a fellow such an alluring figure." "All the men will want to encircle your waist baby." All of this talk about weight loss, more beauty treatments and satin boned corsets made me increasingly nervous at how much Ms. Barbara intended to feminize and beautify me. Clearly, Barbara was planning to make me much more dainty and elegant like a lady than she ever had before. The next few months were not going to be fun for me. But in the end I would be beautiful and exciting as a lady I guessed. "Yes, honey, I'm sure that Ms Barbara plans on transforming you into one ravishing divine glamorous lady and you will look completely different once she's done with you", Isabel said as she placed the final rollers on the back of my head. They seemed even tighter than the ones she started with in the front. My headache really blossomed. Nothing is quite so delicate a feminine hurt as having a head full of tightly wound rollers. Sitting under the dryer with this set and a cock in my ass was going to be very uncomfortable indeed. "I'll bet dressed like that you could seduce a lot of men darling." "Or perhaps even better, Ms. Barbara might be training you to become a milk matron for some of younger sissies here a very elite and exclusive position." "One of the highest here and to closest to a real woman. I had no idea what this involved and I was no frightened to ask in spite of the fact that she said it was elite. She put the last roller firmly in place, opened a drawer, took out a gold-colored hairnet, fitted it over my curlered hair, made sure it fit snugly all around and put cotton pads over my ears. I asked her for two aspirin for my headache, which she gave me. Just as I prepared to stand up and follow Isabel over to the row of dryers, disaster struck. Darlene, the makeup expert appeared by the chair. "Miss Isabel, is our sweet little Denise ready to go under the dryer?" "Yeah, he is, Miss Darlene." "Is there some change of plans?" I froze, fearing something bad was about to happen. It did. "Well, just a small change." "This won't affect his styling, Miss Isabel." "Ms Barbara called to talk about what makeup she wants on her man, a feel it's a small changes from what we originally planned." As we talked, I mentioned that since Denise hasn't been here in quite awhile, he probably could use a facial. But neither Ms Barbara nor I wanted to disrupt his beauty schedule." "So I suggested we put some makeup on him to work while his hair is drying", and she agreed. Inwardly I groaned, I was going to look like my friend Tom, sitting in the main area of the salon with my hair up in rollers and full makeup on for all the salon to view and probably most people outside the salon too. Darlene wrapped a short, clear plastic cape around me and leaned the styling chair back. The tight rollers pressed against the back of my head as Darlene applied foundation cream to my face and neck several times this was followed by loose powder. Then it was black eyebrow pencil. I just knew I was going to look like a glamorous painted lady when she was done. Barbara loved it when I was super glamorous. The new drawn on eyebrows were severely arched and tapered to razor sharp ends. Thicker at the beginning and then tapered and arched very high to tiny points. Eyebrows that could not be mistaken for anything but ultra feminine eyebrows drawn on a man's face. What they call drag queen eyebrows. Extremely expressive and dramatic, but also very obviously as a homosexual man's caricature of a woman's eyebrows. She applied several shades of eyeshadow and blended everything together one color blending into the next so finely. Finally it was long thick black false eyelashes giving my eyes that big baby doll look and slightly smaller false eyelashes on the bottom, but not by much. Lots of black eyeliner followed this and then red blusher. My lips were outlined in a very dark, dark red and then lipstick was applied, followed by a sexy lipgloss. When she leaned me back up, my face in the mirror showed a head wrapped in pretty rollers, covered with a lady's hairnet and a face completely made up like a glamorous lady. "That's great, Miss Darlene." "Now, Darling, let's get you under the dryer and Miss Mitzi can start to work on your pretty new nails", Isabel smirked. I felt terribly embarrassed and humiliated as I walked across the salon wearing my hair in my curlers and a hair net all made up like some glamorous slut from my neck to my forehead. The high heels and the butt plug made me wiggle like a slut in heat. Of course I had to remember to cross one foot in front of the other in a mincing gait, which made my hips roll even more. Thank God I did remember, or I might have been punished for forgetting that in some more severe way. If I didn't walk with a mincing, swishing, wiggling roll Barbara was always quick to punish me and I knew these women would be no less quick. It didn't help to realize that I would be sitting in full view of everyone in the salon in my rollers and painted face as my hair dried and I had my nails polished like a woman. I couldn't make up my mind whether I felt like a real cunt or a homosexual faggot gone wild. As she had threatened, Barbara had arranged for me to have a complete makeup, not in a private booth, but in full view of the customers and staff. Well, I thought to myself, better than having to sit in the display window, facing people on the street as I looked like this. This humiliation and display was quite enough for me. Isabel walked me over to a line of dryers and pointed to the one where I would be cooking. As I sat down on the vinyl seat I saw Matt, whose head had been full of all those little pink curlers, walk out with his wife. It had been awhile since I had seen anyone with hair so tightly curled in such a feminine girlie style, it was called I believe a ''Poodle cut '' just like the little French dog of the same name. The style looked cute and feminine on him. I wondered if he had received a perm or if his hair had been set in those little curlers that gave him the curls. His face had been transformed with a very heavy makeup application with the emphasis on very black mascaraed eyes and pale pink lipstick and gloss. Marilyn, his wife, wore a big grin on her face as they walked out. I noticed Matt's shape as he walked away. Oh grief, he had a very small narrow waist with big hips and ass. Marilyn must have him compressed in one of those boned satin corsets and he was obviously wearing padding to achieve that sexy shape,''He was also perched on a pair of 7 ins, stilettos but managing to teeter quite well for a novice, Poor guy''. The big shock was his very visible penis sticking straight out from under his very sissyish ''tutu'' with his very erect balls on full show. As Isobel remarked a ''tad'' waspishly '' If you look very carefully Denise you can see the lovely contraption holding up his ''man'' bits, this support is inserted in his anal passage and lifts up his ''bits'' in the perfect angle, would you like to wear the same apparatus my Dear?'' I had to confess it was a touch too much for me but if Ms Barbara demanded such a display I would not have much choice in the matter Given all Isabel's talk, I guessed it was just a matter of time till I looked like that, too big tits and a tiny waist with shapely hips and bottom. It was the perfect woman's body. OK, I admit it I always was a big admirer of this type of body. But it's a lot different when you have to wear all that stuff and be squeezed into that shape. Still he did look very sexy. I sighed undecided as I thought about whether it was worth paying this price to be glamorous and sexy. As Isabel lowered the hood over my hairnet and curlers, she turned on the heat, and handed me several women s fashion magazine. "Just relax, honey, because you'll be here a good while." "I need your hair really dry for the style I'm going to do on you." "And while you drying, Miss Mitzi will be over to do your nails." "Enjoy that wonderful male cock in your ass fairy." "Would you like a nice big mirror to see how cute and adorable you look Darling?" "Yes, please Miss Darlene." As I tried to settle in a comfortable position, with the hot air blowing around my head, I opened the first magazine on the stack she had given me, but tightness of the rollers and the continued pinch of my girdle and the butt plug in my ass prohibited me from concentrating on much of anything else but them. And truth-be-told, Barbara had been using my boy pussy for her sexual gratifications as she wore a strap-on a lot lately. She seemed to really enjoy and get off on fucking me like a girl. I was sore, my pain increased by my tight girdle. I did not want to think about sitting under a hot hair dryer while wearing a tight boned corset. Ugh-worse discomfort. As I looked around, I saw Sigrid's client. The poor guy sported a head full of tin foil. Miss Sigrid was brushing a thick paste over a foil-wrapped strand of hair, giving him highlights We exchanged embarrassed looks. I wondered which was weirder a head full of tin foil or a head full of pink curlers? But my face was made up much heavier than his so I won the ultimate girlie image contest. Somehow I sort of felt proud about that. I wanted to be the prettiest and sexiest. I watched in fascination as Sigrid lifted up small section of hair, placed a foil sheet underneath the uplifted strands and brushed the solution on the hair. She took another piece of foil on top of the hair strands and closed the foil paper completely around the strands. I worried about whether Barbara really planned to have one of the stylists highlight or frost my hair. I had never had any hair coloring. But obviously frosting, bleach and all sort of nasty things were in my future. Would I become a pumped up bleach blonde bimbo? Watching other men becoming blondes or being frosted like women, I did not feel particularly anxious to go through the process myself. It looked weird and had strong strange odor. What will this guy look like when Sigrid finished with him? I wondered if the highlighting was all his woman had scheduled for him or if he too would end up set with a head full of rollers, sitting under a hot dryer. Probably he would, I'm sure they wouldn't stop with just the frosting. Yet I knew that if Barbara wanted my hair to be frosted or colored or bleach, it would happen, I had no choice in the matter. I guess all I could hope for was that I'd be pretty and glamorous instead of looking silly. As I turned away from Sigrid's client, I saw the teenager, who was Babs' client, seated under a dryer four away from me. Like me, he wore masses of beautifully wound rollers in his hair, a black hairnet and ear pads. The formerly very youthful boyish face was now hidden under a masque of sexy heavy mature woman's makeup. He stared straight ahead, trying to ignore where he was and what was happening to him. (I noticed that unlike other rebellious teenage boys I had seen, his wrists were not fastened to the chair nor was his head held still under the dryer by a leather strap. He could count himself lucky). Lots of the very young teenagers were restrained while receiving their beauty treatments because they sometimes resisted. His fingernails now sported 2? long ladylike nails done with bright red polish and Mitzi was just finishing applying the same color to his toes. He was indeed very beautiful and I felt my penis stirring again in spite of myself adding to my discomfort. God I hating getting those homosexual feelings knowing he was a boy not a real girl but he looked so gorgeous I could resist. And on top of that so young too, Barbara was turning me into a total homosexual pervert and my body seemed quite willing to go along with it and now my mind seemed willing to join the total perversion. Mitzi looked over at me and said something, which I could not understand because of the dryer noise. In a minute or two, Mitzi pulled her manicure tray in front of me and put my hands in water to soak. She started talking to me about the young client she had just finished she knew I was interested. His former name was Edward but he was now called Evelyn. His very wealthy mother had just joined The Club and brought him in for his first appointment. The poor boy was undergoing the works, complete total sissy feminization and beautification. Somehow just like Barbara this thought was beginning to excite me. Each day that passed I seemed to be more and more excited by very young ultra feminized boy. I seemed lately to thrive on not under on there humiliation, but my own. Except I was over 50 and he was barely over 12 years old. I felt so perverse and humiliated and shamed that I?d want these things, but deep down I truly did. I wanted them humiliated and punished just like me and I wanted to suck their young smooth white boyish cock and make them squeal in feminine delight. How could I have gone from a normal everyday man to this shame. His hair had been colored Platinum blond, & then set in a fabulous roller set. Mitzi had painted his fingers and toes with vamp?s deep red nail polish. When his hair was dry, he was to be taken into a back booth for his makeup to be adjusted to match his fabulous coiffure which his mother had chosen for him. Mitzi let slip the comment ??Evelyn?s mother has asked for a fabulous bubble bouffant for his first femming occasion, she also has ideas of his make up being in very ??mature woman?? style, very red lips and dark eyes, really Denise, possibly a bit on the lines your Ms Barbara has chosen for you! Sweetie??. He was already wearing a tight old-fashioned open bottom girdle and his lovely young penis was very visible, just slightly engorged. Later on he would be dressed in a form-fitting black suit with a very tight pencil skirt, black seamed stockings and very high black leather ??spike?? Stiletto heels. What an introduction to The Club. Still he didn?t seem that upset, just accepting of his new fate. Perhaps he was beginning to feel just like me. Mitzi started working on my nails, commenting, "Denise, Darling, your nails are a disgrace. It's too, too long since you've been here.? ?But I'll get you shaped up.? ?My notes say you are to get 2? inch long nails with ruby red polish on your fingers.? ?I see you're not scheduled for a pedicure.? ?I'll talk to your lady and get you on my schedule to do your toes sometime soon, Darling.? ?A girl has to watch her toenails too dearie.? ?You'll be so much cuter with toes and fingers in matching colors.? ?And if Ms. Barbara wants you to wear open-toed heels or some sandals, we want those toes sparkling, don't we?" Working as she rambled on, Mitzi said, "I love the way Miss Isabel set your hair.? ?You'll really look nice when she's done with you.? ?And that makeup Darlene has on you, why that's such a good style for your type of face.? ?I know you feel a little funny sitting right out here with your hair up and all that lady?s makeup on but we see it all the time, Darling.? ?Look at yourself in the mirror Darling, you?re a real stunner.? ?Being a sweet little transvestite sissy slut is no big deal here honey.? ?And I think all you guys look kinda cute in curlers and makeup.? ?I certainly wouldn?t mind having a lovely personal playmate like you Denise.? ?I?d treat you right as long as you were glamorous for me.? ?So if Barbara gets bored with you honey let me know.? ?I think all men should try getting their hair set and their faces made up.? ?So sissyish and homosexual I know, but don?t you adore looking like a pansy in curlers and makeup Darling?? ?It must be even more exciting for a man.? ?What else could I say I said, ?Yes of course Miss Mitzi, I?d love to look like a little pansy in makeup and curlers.? She smiled sweetly at me. ?There?s nothing more exciting to me then a girlie-boy all feminized and looking so beautiful.? ?Turned out and displayed as a total sissy faggot, I think it?s divine.? ?I wish I could feminize even more men.? ?Speaking of cute, that girdle you're wearing really makes your bottom look nice or round and smooth.? ?But you've gotten a little plump in your middle, Darling.? ?Too long away from The Club.? ?I imagine Ms. Barbara's going to have them working you over with some dieting and corsetry soon.? ?I wonder what kind of girdle she included to send you home in today, something nice and skin-tight, I'm guessing." As she worked on my nails, she talked at length about what reducing treatments Barbara ought to put me through. As Isabel had, Mitzi mentioned the new relationship with the reducing salon next door, how they could put me through a workout and send me back to have my hair and nails done. Clearly, Barbara had been talking with the staff here and most likely next door. My future looked more and more ladylike and feminine. If Barbara wanted the staff to scare me, they were succeeding. I felt scared. Sigrid brought over the man with the foil highlights in his hair and put him under the dryer to my right for processing. "Okay, Chris, you get fifteen minutes to cook.? ?Then I'll shampoo you, use some cream rinse and set you on small rollers.? ?Ms. Veronica wants you set extra curly and I think she'll be happy with your highlights." She lowered the dryer over his head, turned on the heat and walked out to the reception area. Chris smiled at me as if he wanted to chat while our hair dried but I guess he was embarrassed by Mitzi s presence. He picked up a recent copy of Vogue and began to read. As the heat swirled around my head, I could feel the makeup and lipstick and I thought it funny that I could now see my eyelashes because of how long and thick the false eyelashes were. I could feel the weight of them on my lids as I blinked and lowered them demurely like a coy girl. In fact it was starting to seem that I felt naked without them on. Fifteen minutes after putting Chris under the dryer, Sigrid came back, turned off the dryer and led him to her station. Just before Mitzi started to apply my ruby red nail polish over my now long mails, Isabel came over, lifted the dryer away from my head and felt the rollers on the top and sides of my head. "Hmm, still pretty damp.? ?We'll speed things up a bit." With that she lowered the dryer again and turned up the heat. As Mitzi applied the bright crimson polish to my fingers, I could feel the curlers tightening on my scalp and the makeup hardening still more on my face. Mitzi did the works on my nails: one coat of clear base coat, three coats of ruby red polish, one clear topcoat. I felt humiliation that Barbara had ordered such long red acrylic nails for me. It was bad enough that my nails were long and rounded in a very feminine shape before that. Now they were extremely long and feminine. Ultra glamorous feminine nails of a hot sexy woman and I just knew that learning to work with them wasn?t going to be easy either. Another feminine punishment, As she polished my nails, Mitzi increased my anxiety even more. "I noticed your not wearing an engagement ring yet, honey.? ?But I'm betting that's not far off.? ?Usually when a woman starts her honey bun in a reducing program and corset tight-lace training, making him her bride is the next step.? ?Don?t you want to be a pretty, sexy trophy wife darling with an obscenely large engagement ring to show your status as a trophy wife..? ?I love doing up a little homosexual minx in preparation for his wedding day.? ?I suspect Ms. Barbara's going to pop the question once she starts sliming you down, Darling." ?Being fucked like a boy bride in your sissy pussy will be wonderful darling.? I quaked inside. What had Barbara planned with these women? Reducing program, corset tight lacing program big breast implants? Being a bride? Being a trophy wife? It was too terrible to think about. We had attended several weddings at The Club. I was obviously there to be used a pumped up girlie sex toy. No way I wanted to be in a wedding gown with some of my best friends as attendants while I pledged to "love, honor and obey And get ducked)." Barbara. Imagine a man as a blushing bride, according to them that would soon be me in my bridal gown becoming a sissy trophy wife. Oh lord now much more feminine could they make me. If only I?d known what was being to out of sight to some of the girls I would have screamed in fear. Once Mitzi had completed polishing my new longer nails, I could only sit helplessly, unable to read a magazine as I had to allow my well- varnished fingers to dry. The heat bore down relentlessly on my set hair and my makeup. Watching the salon activity around me, my eyes came to rest on poor Edward (Evelyn), as he was seated at Babs' styling station. With his make-up now carefully applied, he looked quite pretty. I could imagine what shame and humiliation he was experiencing as a young boy undergoing all this feminization. But God he did look so exciting and beautiful. Trapped in a beauty salon, his face now covered with as much makeup as a Parisian high fashion model, with his hair still up in rollers, ready to be done up in a very feminine, ultra bubble bouffant. He spoke to his Mother, standing beside the chair. I guessed he was pleading with her not to do this to him. She shook her head "no" and with a smile turned to Babs, who started removing the rollers from Evelyn?s hair, handing them to Dee, her assistant, who was putting them on a cart holding rollers. The poor boy sat with his head down and his long false eyelashes lowered as Babs began to back brush his hair, taking each long curl, pulling each out taut and back-combing it with firm strokes. Teasing and spraying and teasing and spraying, until his newly bleached Platinum blonde hair reached huge volume. After another dose of hair spray, Babs pulled his hair gently back and formed it into a sleek, well-pouffed bubble bouffant hairdo, pinning an endless amount of bobby pins into the young man?s elegant lacquered bouffant coiffure. As I passed the hour and a quarter mark under the dryer, sitting still while my hair and nails finished drying, I noticed Sigrid bring Chris back to the dryer next to me. His highlighted hair was now set on dozens of small, small baby-size rollers, some of the smallest in the salon. He too wore a hairnet, a pale pink one, and ear pads. "Okay, Chris, relax.? ?You?ll bake for an hour while Miss Crystal does your nails." After Sigrid walked away, we looked at each other. I tried to say hello but I was silent. Chris smiled shyly at me. "Is that makeup as heavy and hard as it looks", he asked quietly? I nodded my assent. "Glad it's you, not me", he said. Just wait, I thought, some day this will be you. And not only that but you?ll adore every second of it or they?ll make you learn to love it. ?Being a lady isn?t that bad, we are very pampered and glamorous?, I said. ?It can be very exciting and rewarding if you let it.? I sat back, again trying unsuccessfully to relax, wondering when the intense flow of hot air and the droning of the dryer would ever end. Finally Isabel came back over, lifted the dryer hood, felt my rollers and said, "I think you're done, Darling.? ?Sit here just a minute while I see if Miss Darlene is ready to redo your makeup in its final shape.? ?You're probably ready to get that messy makeup off your face. Then I'll get you combed out and styled." My relief lasted two minutes. Isabel returned, accompanied by both Darlene and Mitzi, who spoke first. "Remember honey what I said about how much cuter you look with toes and fingers in matching polish? Well, I talked with Ms Barbara and she agrees so you're getting a pedicure today as well.? Darlene grinned with a look I didn't like. "I chatted with Ms Barbara, too.? ?Our pretty little girlie Denise is going to have a real day of beauty care today.? Also, when we discussed his outfit and makeup, Ms Barbara decided on a little more dramatic presentation so she wants Miss Raquel to wax his legs smooth so her darling can wear sheer hosiery and she wants me to wax off his eyebrows too for a nicer completely lady-like look." I started to shake. My headache was returning. "And to check with Miss Raquel's availability?" Mitzi asked innocently. "And our honey bunch is done under the dryer, isn?t he, Miss Isabel?" "Yes, his hair's dry", Isabel answered. "He's cooked all he needs to for now.? ?So what's available for him?" ?We'll settle him in the window and I'll put another masque on him and Mitzi will do his pedicure.? ?What about your schedule, Miss Isabel?" "No problem, my dears.? ?I just had a call from Ms. Alexis wanting to know if I could squeeze her little cutie in for frosting and a shampoo and set.? ?She's bringing him now so Denise's all yours ladies." I wanted to groan long and loud but knew better than to object. Upon orders, I followed Darlene into a changing booth where I removed my clothes, as instructed. She assisted me into a cloth robe, which wrapped around me from breast to my knees. She covered my rollers and hair net with a towel, turban style. I stepped into a pair of wooden sandals. An attractive blonde who introduced herself as Miss Kim told me to follow her. A trio of fellows in yet another room, dressed as beauty contestants in very high spike heels, shiny pantyhose and one piece swimsuits, were being taught to walk with hands out-stretched and books on their heads. Their small waists suggested they were encapsulated in very tight girdles. Once in a changing room, Darlene helped me out of the turban, robe and slippers and gave me big, fluffy towels to dry myself. She wrapped a gold lame bra around my breasts and had me step into gold colored panties and an extra-firm gold lame panty girdle. "These are the salon's for you to wear till we get you dressed after your makeup and styling," she explained. She assisted me into a gold robe, to match my hairnet. The robe sported a lacy collar and cuffs. On the front of the robe was embroidered the logo ?I?m A Salon Sissy?. I put my feet into a pair of gold mules with 5? inch heels. My face burned with embarrassment under the makeup as I walked daintily out of the changing room again wiggling my ass for all to see again placing one foot in front of the other to round my hips like a woman. Following Darlene to the display window, I passed by the row of dryers where I had spent a great amount of time. I felt like a prisoner headed for execution. Barbara was making sure I knew she was boss at The Club. Once my destination became clear to other men in the salon, I knew they would agonize for me. And with the same certainty, I knew every woman in the salon either enjoyed looking at the wiggle of my girdle-encased bottom or, looking at my curlers, hair net, makeup and long red polished fingers, rejoiced at another male being civilized by beautification and through feminization. The large display window has five styling chairs on the elevated platform. Four of them were already occupied. Roy, one of my neighbor, sat in one chair, having his hair set on electric heated rollers. A recent addition to the neighborhood, Danny, sat quietly as his hair was wrapped in perm rods. The other two men, whom I did not know, were also being feminized and beautified. Like me, one wore full makeup, curlers and hair net as he received a manicure. The other sat stoically with a plastic cap on his head as his hair color processed. I took the remaining chair as ordered. Darlene tilted the high back chair ever so slightly. She wiped off the makeup, gently massaged my face, rubbed moisture cream into my skin, and applied a dark black paste, which she called a deep cleansing and refining mineral masque. As she removed the makeup and spread the black one over my face, she too had her say-so about girdles. "That held-in, held-together feeling of wearing a girdle makes any man feel more attractive.? ?A good girdle makes a guy feel more feminine, more pretty and more graceful a corset is even better.? It improves a guy's posture, helping him to stand and sit straighter.? ?A male cutie wearing a girdle or corset walks and sits with a charm and grace that is distinctly different from that of a filly that's not in a girdle.? ?Wearing a girdle, men can enjoy the feeling of dressing and moving like a classic Hollywood female starlet.? ?You're so much cuter." Just what I wanted to be as cute as a female starlet. She had made every guy in the display window feel like his foundation garment was now visible as well. The black cream hardened in minutes. The masque was so rigid, I could barely open my lips, let alone talk. Raising the chair back to an upright position, Darlene left me facing the street as Mitzi started working on my feet. I was imprisoned: my hair tightly set in rollers as it had been now for almost four hours since Isabel had started my set, the panty girdle squeezing me, my face encased in a firm black masque. For all to see, I wore a lacy gold robe and gold hairnet. My fingers shone with bright red polish. I was starting to get a little used to their extreme length and how to handle things with them, but only a little. It obviously took a lot of practice. Minutes, later our neighbor Ruth walked by and looked right at me. I m sure Barbara told her to look for me in my helpless state. After Darlene removed the black masque and Mitzi made sure my pedicure was dry, Darlene took me into one of the private treatment rooms in the rear of the salon. As soon as she had said waxing, I knew that I would undergo something I would not enjoy. Raquel, a pleasant blonde, came into the booth and introduced herself. "I know you're new to the waxing drill, honey.? ?Today I'm just doing your legs.? ?Remove your robe and get on the table I?ll be right back." Shortly, as I lay on the table, clad only in my gold lame bra and matching panty girdle, I painfully realized what waxing included. She began with my right calf. I felt her spread hot wax on my naked skin. She patted a cloth over the wax. In a second, I heard a ripping sound and my own desperate grunt. "Ouch, that hurt," I moaned. "Relax, girl," Raquel advised me. "That's nothing compared to what's coming the first time you have a bikini wax.? ?That really is excruciating pain for the sake of fashion.? ?All that I'm doing today is removing the hair from where your legs will show in your sheer nylons. It makes you look terribly sexy and you'll feel smooth, beautiful and very sensuous." I gave another pained snivel as she yanked more hair from my soft calf. Raquel commented, "This is the first time I have ever done a waxing on you, Darling.? Something special coming up?? ?You about to be a blushing bride?? ?Lots of women start waxing their sissy girl in preparation for walking him down the aisle." I explained as best I could that Barbara was putting me through a day of beauty transformation. I suspected that all of this she had planned all along but of course as a dutiful male, I could only accept what the women told me. As a sissy the advantages are you make no decisions, do no work here, have no worries or financial responsibilities, need no job and of course you do look rather gorgeous and you are totally pampered. Aside from the homosexual stuff and the humiliation I could think of a lot worse lives. But with all the talk, I suspected that I would wear a very tight girdle home, I would soon be fitted for a boned corset and perhaps a wedding gown as a sissy bride. As Raquel denuded my calves and thighs of hair, I gritted my teeth and my eyes teared up. Sounding like Isabel, Raquel commented, "Yeah, you darlings pay a high price to be beautiful and to please your women, don't you?" She pulled another strip of wax from my leg and I winced. "That hurts something awful," I whined. "Yeah, it really stings.? ?I know," my torturer said, pulling off another strip of waxed hair. Another ripping sound and more grunts. As I screeched again, she commented, ?Suck it up, sugar.? ?You?ll live.? ?Besides, now it?s finished and your legs are smooth as silk for that woman of yours." Tearfully, I thanked her. Raquel told me to put my robe back on. Darlene returned, all smiles. "There now. Look at those baby smooth legs.? ?That wasn't so bad was it, sugar?? ?Let's get you dressed and put your makeup on.? ?Follow me to a changing booth." At last I would find out what Barbara had selected for me to wear. Disaster struck again. As soon we entered the elaborate dressing room, I saw the reason for all the talk about girdles and corsets. Right on top of the clothes Barbara had selected for me sat an under-bust Victorian riding corset in a gorgeous, sexy red satin with frilled edges, fully lined with steel boning and back lacing. I wondered for a moment how she had gotten me measured. Then I remembered that three weeks ago, she had me in a dress shop to be fitted for some special outfits. The dressmaker had taken particular care with my measurements. Barbara had out-maneuvered me once again. I felt lost. In the coming week, I would start a dieting program and right this moment I was about to be tightly laced into my first satin lady?s corset. I heard the faint chime of wedding bells. My outfit also included a red padded bra, red panties, sheer black nylons, a black open bottom girdle with back lacing, red silk slip, a tight form fitting red blouse, tight black pencil skirt and open-toed black spike pumps with 6? inch spike heels. I just gulped. I wondered how I would wear the corset but was quickly to find out. Darlene directed me to put on the bra, panties and nylons. Next, she directed me to take hold of the metal post that was bolted to the floor and ran to the ceiling, telling me to grip it as high up and as tightly as I could. "That's right, sugar.? ?Now take a deep breath and pull in your stomach.? ?Hold that breath, and while you do I'll pull steadily on the laces." ?Be patient darling, this is going to take some doing.? As soon as she started, I gasped. She just kept tightening. "Don't breathe out," she ordered me. She pulled, and pulled again. I felt like I would stop breathing. "Please, Miss Darlene, no more. I can't take it," I practically cried like a helpless girl. "Be a good girl, Denise.? ?Just a little tighter, a little bit tighter than that.? ?You really can't complain about these few inches.? ?Wait till Ms. Barbara starts you on a real tight-lacing program.? ?Then you'll have something to complain about, sugar.? ?And there we are.? ?Now for your girdle." I moaned again. The front of the corset ran from right below my bra, down my front about nine inches, stopping just at my panties. Darlene helped me into the classic open bottom girdle, which ran from the bottom of the corset down to the tops of my knees. Again I held to the pole as she directed. "Come on now, let s get started.? ?You don't want to keep Ms. Barbara waiting, do you sugar?" she said, as she began pulling on the laces at the back of the girdle. "Oh help," I said in a rather strained voice as the lacing began to bite. Darlene showed no mercy or any sign of stopping. She merely made the girdle tighter and tighter. More than I ever wanted to be tightened. When she finally stopped I gasped for breath. As I put my hand to the concave front panel of the girdle, I realized that between the corset, the open bottom girdle and the heels, I'd be reduced to that small, narrow inhibited walk of a tightly girdled mincing, swishing sissy girl. "God, I can hardly breathe in these and I'll barely be able to shuffle a couple inches", I complained. "Now, now, Denise, don't be a complainer.? ?You'll walk with the deportment of a true, pretty feminized sissy male, one small step in front of the other, like a cultivated lady should.? ?Because now you are on of those ladies?, she laughed. ?Wiggle, mincing and swish dearie like a sexy sissy girl?, she giggled. ?There now, look in the mirror and tell me you don't think your shape is an improvement.? ?You're a living feminine doll now, sugar.? ?And by the time Ms Barbara gets done with your corset training and weight reduction, you'll be a real female knockout." As I looked at my corseted and girdled self, I could see a significant difference. My shape was slimmer but at a painful cost. "Admit that you recognize a good figure and a beautiful carriage when you see it.? ?You look absolutely adorable," Darlene demanded. I didn't feel adorable, just trapped and of course humiliated in more of those very feminine garments. Darlene helped me into my slip. I buttoned the figure-hugging blouse and stepped into the pencil skirt. Darlene zipped up the back of my skirt and proceeded to pat my firmly girdled bottom. "Nice buns, Darling." I blushed. Since I could barely bend, she put my heels on my feet. The tight skirt and the 6? inch heels confirmed that I'd be able to take only diminutive tiny mincing girlish steps. Mincing as best I could, I followed her to her styling station to have my final makeup applied. I did not see Miss Isabel but Miss Mitzi smiled at me as she worked on another man. "Let?s get started," Darlene said, once she had me covered in a silk makeup cape. "Denise, Darling, you're definitely getting the high glamour treatment today.? ?We will start by doing your eyebrows and makeup those pretty eyes." She covered my hairnet and curlers with a towel, tied turban style. "Just keep your head still for five minutes while I bring over the hot wax.? ?Ms Barbara told me she wants your eyebrows completely removed so they can be penciled in, in various feminine shapes." I panicked as it dawned on me what Darlene was about to do. My eyebrows were about to be removed and then penciled in much higher, arched and thinned very, very feminine. I asked as politely as I could, "What are you going to do with my eyebrows?" "Just relax Darling, you?re going to look great.? ?When Isabel and I are done with you today, you are going to look just darling." I started to sob and cry. ?Aah, poor sissy girl it?s time for you to become truly ultra feminine looking dear.? ?There?s no turning back from this.? ?I know you?re humiliated, as you should be, it?s frightening when it?s permanent isn?t Darling?.? ?But in the end darling you?ll be beautiful and a very exciting woman or at least look like one.? Darlene took a slim wooden stick and instructed me to close my eyes. I felt the warm wax going over my brows. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell that my brow were going to be shaped in a high arch. "The wax isn't too hot, is it Darling?? ?It is really tough what cute guys go through for the sake of beauty, isn't it, dear?" she asked but did not wait for an answer. Darlene pressed a cotton pad on the brow, rubbed several times so that it stuck to the warm wax, then she pulled up in one complete motion, removing the wax and hair. With tweezers she plucked feverishly at my brow. The same procedure she repeated on my other brow, using warm wax and tweezing for what seemed an eternity. When finished, she handed me a hand mirror as she said, "They look really cute." I could not believe how I looked. My brows now appeared ultra-feminine, very much higher, super thin, high arched, making perfect quarter moon lines on my forehead, exactly like some total sissy faggot trying to look like a sexy kewpie doll. Darlene moved on to my makeup ??Full make up is on the agenda for you Darling, not a ??dab?? but the full works and in fact this is the ??look?? you will be having now forever. Darlene reached over for a very elegant bottle of L?Oreal Visible Lift full coverage foundation in the shade of Sand Beige. She unwound the cap then using the ??pump?? action dispenser deposited a quite large amount into her palm. Working carefully, she expertly heavily covered my forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, jaw line and the whole of my neck with an even coating. Allowing the first coat of foundation to dry she expertly applied a second and heavier coat of the lovely foundation and told me ??your mannishness is now covered Honey with this foundation and I think 2 coats will suffice, you do look gorgeous with the matt look??. After the foundation had finally ??set??, Darlene applied Max Factor Cr?me Puff compressed powder in a perfectly described ?? Gay Whisper?? shade lavishly over the foundation to set it in place, Darlene whispered to me ?? Gay Whisper powder sweetie, do you feel very gay today? Perhaps very homosexual as well? , Darlene was applying the powder with both a powder puff and very soft powder brush the Salon was awash with the gorgeous powder floating in the air and my nose was assailed with the delicate perfume. The ??full?? makeup look certainly seemed to suit me perfectly, very heavy matte foundation and powder is so ultra feminine for men! Next my blush, she put deep red rose colored blush lightly over the apple of my cheeks to give me a full glowing effect. Darker blush under the cheekbones and a whitish powder under my eyes completed my complexion. For the next step, she applied eye shadow, starting with a very dark grey on the lids then a lighter grey then graduating into pearlescent white under the eyebrows. The pearlescent white was in semi-liquid form and Darlene painted on a very thick coat with a very soft sable brush right over my freshly shaved, waxed and plucked eyebrows. She also carefully applied loose shimmering white powder over the painted pearlescent eye shadow to intensify the glorious highlighting. A very dark grey almost black was applied into my eye crease to deepen the socket effect. "This gives you dramatic highlights, Darling, and makes you look so mysterious and sexy," Darlene explained. Next she attached extra long thick double false lashes to the top and a single pair on the bottom of each eyelid. Then Max Factor False Lash Mascara in Very Black & she blended the mascara into my own lashes and the false eyelashes. She again coated my lashes with even more mascara & after a short wait applied yet another coat. Darlene asked me to look down and jet black gel eyeliner was applied to my top eyelids, it felt so sensuous and again another luscious coat was added and carried out onto my eyelids to achieve a ??flick??. Another coat of mascara was applied to both top and bottom lashes, black eyeliner pencil applied on my lower eyelids and my gorgeous eyes were finished. Pausing, she held a mirror to my face. "Look at you, Darling.? ?It?s good you're married, you could break some serious male hearts, honey probably a few female ones too." Darlene touched up my eyebrows with a very soft dark brown pencil and seemed to continuously pencil my brows again and again. Darlene smiled at me and whispered?? I do so adore penciling my feminized men?s eyebrows, it?s so, so girly and once you have reached this stage I can see you are hooked for ever?? I had to nod in agreement! My lips were next. She outlined my lips with a very deep red lip pencil, I could certainly feel the outline was being drawn well over my ??man?? lip line. Darlene stood back to check then quite satisfied she reached over for a beautiful black tube of lipstick. Darlene then opened the tube and wound up a glorious red coloured lipstick, Darlene again whispered ?? I love my totally feminized men?? wearing Chanel Lipstick, the colours are so amazing and the perfume so delicate and also distinctive, I have New York Red especially for you, Sweetheart?? Darlene produced a lip brush again made by Chanel. Transferring the lipstick to the brush she started filling in the colour and I felt the beautiful unmistakable texture of luxury lipstick on my bottom lip followed by my top lip, she seemed to spend more time on my Cupid?s bow and was continually adjusting the shape while looking very intently. She lightly pressed a tissue over my lips to blot them, dabbed on a light dusting of powder to set the colour and then reapplied more lipstick straight from the elegant black tube. Blotting again, before applying another coat Darlene again whispered in my ear ?? I like to call these lips I have created on you ??Fellatio lips?? because they will be perfect for that very homosexual task or perhaps just simply pleasuring your Mistress!?? "Denise, you?re looking just beautiful honey, stunning.? ?Soon, you?ll be one of those guys that wouldn't think about going out without putting on a complete ??face?? on and your hair fixed into a very stylish bouffant.? ?You will come to love looking pretty, glamorous and very sexy if a ??tad?? slutty." For the final touch, she lightly sprayed my wrists and neck with perfume. Shalimar was Isobel?s choice of perfume, as she applied the scent to Denise she could not help herself saying ?? Such an ultra feminine perfume, so utterly perfect for feminized men??. "Honey, you look and smell simply delicious.? ?I'll take you back to Miss Isabel for your comb-out and styling. You?re probably ready to get those rollers off your head, aren't you Darling?" By this time, it was after 5:30 and my hair had been in curlers for over seven hours. Seven hours in curlers and makeup will make you feel extremely girlie and feminine. After that and all the girlie attention it hard NOT to think like a girl and feel like one too. With my makeup applied, blouse and skirt nicely arranged and high heels on my feet, I daintily minced and swished back to Isabel's station to have my hair combed out and styled. Isabel grinned form ear to ear as she watched me approach. As I moved to sit, she too patted my bottom. "What a charming sissy girl you are now.? ?I told you, honey, how good you'd look once we had you in a proper foundation.? ?Bet you're glad you weren't wearing that corset and girdle combination when I had you under the dryer.? ?She's got you really trussed up snug in those, sugar.? ?And check out those ultra feminine pretty eyebrows and the smooth sexy legs in those black stockings.? ?The makeup Darlene did is fabulous.? ?You really look great.? ?Today, sugar, you are beautiful." She placed a pink linen cape over me, turned me away from the mirror and started taking the rollers out of my hair. Some of the bristles had tangled in my hair and were pulling as she removed them. I moaned softly. "Now be a big girl, Darling.? ?Wait till you see yourself when we redone.? ?It?ll all be worth it.? ?You?re gonna love your look." "Yes, ma'am." She smiled at me. "That's a good girl.? ?I'm certain Ms. Barbara knew that I'd do my best work on you, honey.? ?You just relax.? ?We're almost finished.? ?I'm sure you've enjoyed all this feminine beauty pampering.? ?This is what The Club is all about." ?Showing men that all the pain and suffering are worth it to be a beautiful, sexy, glamorous woman.? Isabel turned the chair and I just stared into the mirror, worrying about what kind of style I would leave with as Isabel continued removing the rollers from my hair. "Honey, you're going to look just darling with the hairdo I m giving you.? ?I used a classic setting pattern on you so this should be fun for you to wear.? ?I'm sure Barbara will love this look on you, especially in that outfit she's got you in." Soon, she had all the rollers removed. With my face made up and my freshly curled hair covered in neat rows of rolled hair, looking like my hair was still in curlers but without the curlers, I looked ever so feminine. "The only problem, honey, with your hair is the blah color, but when it?s been colored or frosted, a fix we?ll do another day, you?ll look even better.? ?Today, are you ready to become a gorgeous femme for your wife?" I simply nodded my assent. With the painful rollers finally off my head, I wondered what would happen next. Isabel began the styling, using a rattail comb to lift a rolled swatch of hair at the crown of my head and to comb the swatch of hair backward, like she was tangling it. With several deliberate motions, she made the swatch of hair stand way up all by itself. As she started the next curl, she said, "Denise, honey, that set is perfect.? ?With that setting lotion and spray I used, and all that time in the rollers, your hair takes a curl and teases up beautifully.? ?You won't believe the height I am going to be able to get with this hairdo.? ?And after Barbara gives the okay to perm you, the next times will be even better.? ?You re going to look real sweet, honey, when I?m done with you.? As Isabel arranged my hair, Mitzi stopped by on her way to manicure another client. "Wow, doesn't our little filly look glamorous?? ?I kinda figured Ms Barbara was gonna put him in a skin-tight girdle. Such an enchanting shape!? ?Nice sexy makeup, good high thin arched eyebrows, good legs too.? ?Denise Darling you turned out lovely.? Finishing up with a really sexy hairdo. ?You go, little sissy girl." Having gushed about how cute I looked, Mitzi moved on to her next customer. Isabel continued back-combing each curled section of my hair. I had never had my hair teased before, at least not all over like this, and I realized that I was being styled in a classic, mature, matronly big bouffant hairdo. In minutes, my entire head of hair was standing straight out in all directions. Isabel sprayed my teased hair with huge amounts of scented hair spray. I looked just like any woman would, sitting in the beauty shop, just before her teased hair is tamed into a sweet confection of pretty undulating curls. "Now we'll just let that hair spray dry a little before I start the real art work.? ?I'm glad I used so much setting gel on you", she repeated. "We're getting great results, even without a perm." Satisfied the hairspray had done its work, Isabel began to pick out and pull up, and start to define individual curls high above the teased base, using her rat tail comb and a hair pick to gently ease out the stiffly lacquered shell into a perfectly shaped bubble bouffant. My classic, feminine bouffant hairdo was taking shape. Barbara had really done it to me this time. It was going to be a long stay at the Club. As she worked, Isabel used more and more hair spray on my hairdo. She patted and primped until my high well-rounded bouffant reached matronly perfection. Finally, Isabel gently pulled wispy curls out and onto my cheeks and carefully arranged my bangs just so, touching my femininely arched thin eyebrows. Delicate petal curls were arranged around the back and just lifted then sprayed with quite large ??wings?? arranged as my bangs ended. As Isabel remarked ?? The very fussy and so feminine wings are just so perfect for transformed men, real women have passed by on these very dated 60?s fripperies and fancies?? Isabel also fitted some very discrete ??bobby pins?? to keep the wings in shape as the lacquer dried, she had not decided whether she would remove them later or perhaps leave them in place. From the lower drawer of the salon vanity she took out and plugged in a very professional hair clipper and moved around to Denise?s rear ??Hold still Honey, I just need to trim the stray hair from your neck and tidy up the loose hair in the bouffant?? Denise felt the sensual ??humming?? of the electric clippers as Isabel gently tidied up her neck before trimming lots of spare hair which had fallen loose from the lacquered bouffant. With the clippers turned off and put away Isabel reached for a rear viewing mirror and holding at an angle showed Denise the beautiful rear view of her bouffant. ??Yes Darling, look how beautiful your lovely neck looks now I have ??shaved?? you??. Denise had to agree that the back looked gorgeous, smoothly shaved and so perfect. Isobel then fully made up the rear of my neck with some foundation and then matching pressed powder to blend the finish into my face makeup. It was amazing how beautiful the bare neck looked, with the bouffant trimmed wonderfully into the nape of Denise? s neck My hair looked like stood it many inches high, teased and sprayed stiff, the back and sides curled gently under, sweeping softly forward. To finish, Isabel began to spray my sixties style bouffant with yet more clouds of hair spray. As she locked my hairdo in place, Isabel grinned, "Yes my Sweetheart you really are properly bouffanted now??. Isabel reached again into the top vanity drawer and took out a small package, she opened it and removed a very fine hair net in a very similar color to Denise?s own hair color. ??Hold still again Sweetie while I net you?? and she gently eased the hairnet over Denise?s towering bouffant and pulled the hairnet evenly until every part of the bouffant was covered. ??I use the net to check on the bubble shape, it?s far easier to see the shape of your bouffant with the outline of the net against the light?? Isabel began to ease out the low spots and gently push in the high areas until she was satisfied the bubble shaped bouffant was just perfect. With the net nearly invisible Isobel gently lacquered the net to fix it against the bouffant and the net simply disappeared into the coiffure. ??I have your hair teased so snug and lacquered so rigid that not a single hair will move until you come in next time and I'll do your coiffure again.? ?I told you that I'd style you in something very special.? Enjoy your new bubble bouffant hairstyle Darling.? ?I know Ms. Barbara is going to love your look." I sat in stunned silence. My new coiffure was definitely sublimely feminine, very backcombed and bouffant, very, very glamorous but also in an odd way matronly as well. Truly this was not a hairstyle but simply a work of art. High cresting bangs and out-swept wings on both sides. Held firm against wind and weather by the huge amount of setting lotion and lacquer Isabel had used on me, and standing up a good six inches or more off of my head. I admitted to myself that this must be exactly what Barbara had in mind when she sent me to be styled by Isabel. Barbara will indeed love showing me off in this big hair do. "Speechless, honey?" she asked as she patted and fluffed some stray strands. "I think you turned out very beautiful.? ?I'm sure Ms Barbara will like your new look, don't you?" "Yes, Miss Isabel, I?m sure she will.? ?Thank you for your work and my beautiful hairdo and makeup Miss Isobel. "I ?lisped? in a pretend feminine manner and with a cheeky pout as well. I was leaving the salon looking like a charming, beautiful guy, bouffant hair, meticulously made-up, cinched in corset and girdle, wearing a tight skirt and 6 ins stiletto heels, just a classic mincing sissy style in The Club. Isabel removed the cape and helped me to my feet. Transformed into a very pretty sissy girl, I began to walk to the front of the salon mincing and swishing all the way in my tight skirt and spike heels. My bouffant hair made my head feel larger. The extensive vivid feminine makeup gave me a very attractive face ladylike face in spite of my age. Bright red polish gleamed on my long feminine nails and glistened on my freshly painted toes, shining through my black hosiery. Held snugly in by the corset, girdle and tight skirt and with 6? inch spike heels on, I hobbled along with very short tiny mincing dainty steps. Suddenly I saw Barbara standing in the reception area, waiting for me. "Well, you look absolutely gorgeous," she said. "I'm not going to let you out of my sight all night.? ?Look at those smooth gorgeous legs in those spike heels and black hose.? ?Baby you a real glamorous lady now.? My man is quite a sight, but no longer a true man are you dear?? ?I took care of the bill already, darling.? ?Now I'm taking you out to dinner to show you off." With that she pulled me close, squeezed my girdle-encased bottom with both hands and forced her tongue into my lipsticked mouth. I blushed scarlet. Taking my arm, Barbara guided me out the door and assisted me into the front passenger seat of the car. Once she entered the driver's side, she grabbed me and again kissed me passionately. She complimented me on my appearance. "You look great, honey.? ?Your hair and makeup are just gorgeous." She then whispered in my ear, "I just love you wearing that tight girdle and what that does for your figure.? ?Very voluptuous and glamorous for an older matron darling.? ?You must admit that you look much sexier now for me.? ?From now on, honey, I'm requiring you to wear a maximum control girdle every day and I'm starting you on tight lacing boned corset training so I can have you in a nice tight corset on special occasions for playing with me or others.? ?You look so cute, I just wish I had started you sooner in this girdle and corset regimen.? ?Older glamorous matron type women should always be girdled or corseted darling.? ?And you are now one of us like it or not.? ?I couldn't help but notice your perky plush girlie bottom as you walked to the car in those spike heels and that tight skirt.? ?God how I love a plump girlie round tightly girdled bottom on a sexy older woman.? ?My eyes were popping out when you bent down to get into the car.? ?So I've resolved to make sure that you'll never be without a good foundation on any day and extreme spike high heels, and you will remain well girdled or corseted day in and day out from now on." ?I?ll have to get you trained to walk in 7? inch spike pumps as soon as you master those darling 6? inch heels.? ?Extreme spikes, tight, tight skirts and dresses and heavy makeup.? What a fabulous dolly you make.? ?Tell me you don?t feel all that womanly power flowing through you.? ?Yes actually I really do now.? Barbara was dressed in a classy black pants suit, high-heeled pumps and sexy makeup. She proceeded to drive to one of the finest restaurants in The Club where she had made dinner reservations. As she led me to our table, she put her hands on my waist and rubbed my girdle. I noticed admiring glances from several women and sympathetic looks for similarly beautified men. All during dinner, she explored my hips, thighs and bottom. Several times during dinner, she kissed me full on the lips, her hands still exploring my corseted and girdled body. With her gaze, her touch and her words, she treated me as if she was the only man in the dining room, sneaking a feel and squeeze whenever possible of my wasp waist and whispering naughty suggestions into my ear. When we arrived home, she started kissing me as soon as we walked into the living room. She unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, letting me stand before her in that extremely tight open bottom girdle, black nylons and heels. "Is this is what's turning you on so?" I asked. "Do you like what you see?" "Yes", she answered. "Let's go upstairs." She pulled me close to her and ran her hands all over my round and solidly encased bottom. The steely feeling of my girdle, as Barbara pressed her hands against me, was driving me out of my mind with desire. She escorted me upstairs to the bedroom and, after removing my heels and my blouse, gently put me down on the bed. Breathing hard, she started kissing me all over. Intuitively, she knew she was getting me terribly aroused. She unzipped her pants and took off her heels and pantyhose. She placed a two-sided dildo inside herself and positioned herself between my girdle-impounded legs. Finally, I could take no more. I begged her to take me out of the girdle and corset. Barbara readily agreed. After releasing me from my confinement, she made love to me in every imaginable position. When at last we were both satiated, I carefully removed my makeup and covered my hairdo with a hairnet and satin sleep cap. Isabel indeed had me so properly glazed, teased so snug and sprayed so rigid that barely a single hair was out of place in the morning. Barbara insisted that we go to church the next morning. True to her word, she confined me very tightly in the corset and girdle combination. At her command, I wore a calf-length but figure-revealing green dress with matching four inch heels. After church service, she took me to lunch at another fine restaurant. During lunch in our quiet booth she repeatedly explored my hips, thighs and bottom. After our leisurely luncheon, we went to a quiet old park and walked slowly (again, between the corset, girdle and heels, I had little choice but to take slow, small mincing steps). Eventually we came to a secluded bench under an old tree. Barbara motioned for me to sit which I was only too glad to do, considering how tightly she had me laced into my corset and girdle. Unexpectedly, Barbara fell on one knee, opened a small jeweler's box with a large diamond ring and said, "Denise, my beauty, my lovely feminine glamorous creature, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" There was nothing I could I say but "Yes of course, my darling" as she slipped the engagement ring on my finger and her tongue in my mouth. It's going to be a very long stay at The Club. Not one to wait the very next day I was indoctrinated into my new lifestyle as her ?Wife?. She invited over another couple about our age. The woman herself was stunning, but it was her Brother who was amazing. He was dressed as a complete drag queen with heavy makeup, big bouffant updo, and extensive dazzling rhinestone jewelry. He wore a glamorous beaded evening gown with a slit almost to his waist, the other thing is? the slit was not on the side or hip like most women?s gowns of this style. Instead his slit was right in the front and sticking out the front of the slit was a rock hard male cock decorated with a pink bow. It looked so feminine, yet so male at the same time. Everything about him was ultra feminine from the top of his towering lacquered bouffant hairdo to the tip of his spike high heels?except for that sissified male cock sticking out the front. I never thought a hard dick could be girlie looking, but this one certainly was. My attention was drawn to it automatically and I found myself staring. He took my hand in his with his gorgeous dazzling bejeweled fingers and long red nails, ?Hi Darling, your wife and my sister have arranged for us to be little playmates today darling.? ?Well at least ordered us to be playmates.? While he was stunningly beautiful his voice was a deeper male voice and he spoke with a slight lisp like a homosexual fairy. It was definitely a homosexual sissy type voice. I was stunned, but knew there was no resisting my wife. If I didn?t obey and response immediately I?d be punished later. If I embarrassed Barbara in front of the guests, she?d punish me for a week. And believe me what she did then would be far worse then complying with this. So I accepted my homosexual feminized fate as a submissive transvestite and covered his beautiful jeweled fingers with my own long red nails and said, ?Your stunningly beautiful Tanya and I?d be delighted to be your playmate today?, as I softly caressed his hands and arm with my own long red nails the way I know Barbara would want me too. He smiled glad that I wasn?t going to be troublesome in the cooperation department. I softly continued to caress his arms and hands, he was indeed gorgeous and I was starting to feel VERY homosexual. Sadder than that I was beginning to like feeling like that. ?Well, well good friends already I see?, Barbara said. ?Excellent?, come girls it?s playtime in the house todnight. Hand in hand we both minced back to the living room both or our high heels clicking on the floor and our feminine hands and long red nails intertwined like the fairy lovers we were about to become. ?Well start with some simple things like sissy modeling?, his sister said. ?I believe Tanya is a little more advanced at this role so we?ll let her lead by example?, his sister said. ?I agree?, Barbara said. And so our forced feminine torment began. First it was modeling, carrying clutch purses, then various feminine accessories, cigarette holders, fans, silk scarves to be waved from a limp wrist held in our long red nails. Barbara added lots of gorgeous dazzling cocktail rings to my fingers so that my hands matched Tanya. I felt so girlie with those long red nails and flashing ornate cocktail rings yet at the same time like a male homosexual sissy. It was a very humiliating and exciting combination. Of course their was also lots of looking at ourselves in the mirrors too. We were also often ordered to powder our noses and apply fresh lipstick. Sometimes to ourselves and sometimes to each other like girlfriends helping each other out. Tanya, who was more experienced at doing all these things would demonstrate the correct homosexual effeminate behavior modeling and cock teasing me like a flirtatious cock teasing lover, and then I?d have to duplicate it doing the same movements and things for her. Failure to each thing properly lead to several very hard smacks on my butt plugged ass making me squeal in a high- pitched girlish voice and tearfully beg. And then I?d only have to repeat it again but better. I soon found that doing it to the best of my ability the first time as a lot easier than being punished afterward. We modeled for over an hour with Tanya demonstrating and me learning, following and mimicking her homosexual effeminate ways. It was very humiliating, which I?m sure is exactly what Barbara wanted. Then we modeled together putting quite a faggoty fashion show. Sometimes holding hands sometimes model opposite each other. It didn?t take look before I was soon modeling as effeminate, mincing and faggoty as Tanya. The women obviously approved as they smiled and issued one command after another to us. I did my best to act like Tanya to avoid punishment. Watching Tanya?s hard beribboned cock was quite bizarre as we modeled and held hands and caressed each other?s bodies. I could seem to take my eyes off it. It was so bizarre in contract with the rest of her image and gestures. I wondered if Barbara was going to make me display mine in a similar manner. Would I look as sissified as Tanya? Would I like it? Oh God, I was turning into a complete swishing, mincing fairy and there was no stopping it. As expected, soon Barbara produced a gown similar to Tanya?s with the same slit and both women help me into my newest humiliating feminine creation, with Barbara tying a pink ribbon around my cock too just like Tayna?s. Then we were back to modeling both with our exposed sissy cocks now like the faggots we were. ?Aren?t they both adorable.?, Barbara said. ?Stand in front of the full-length mirror girls, stand sideways and hold each other?s pretty girlie cock for us, but no stroking it you little sluts.? We positioned ourselves as instructed and my long red nails and bejeweled finger closed around another male cock for the first time in my life. It was so exciting and so humiliating at the same time. ?That?s right girls look at yourselves in the mirror and see how glamorous and beautiful you are now.? ?See what you?ve become.? ?loving homosexual drag queens for your loving women, now your glamorous ladies, the kind we like.? ?You may look into each other?s eyes or in the mirror at the both of yourselves.? ?Your so pretty together?, his sister said. ?Tanya kiss her very softly and lightly and tell her how much you love her?, his sister said. ?Try not to mess each other?s lipstick. Just lightly let your lovely lipsticked lips meet and your lipsticked mingle.? ?Taste the lovely feeling of kissing another sissy while wearing lipstick.? ?I love you my darling little fairy, I?m so happy to be with you.? ?I can?t wait to be your little homosexual fairy forever.? His cock felt red hot in my jeweled hand, and I could imagine mine felt the same in his hand too, at least I hoped so. I wanted to caress it so badly but forced my hand to just gently hold it with my long red nails wrapped around it. I could tell Tanya was dying to do the same to me too. ?Now you too Darling, tell Tanya how much you love her and kiss her lightly?, Barbara said. Still holding Tanya?s hard rock cock in my jeweled fingers and long red nails I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips our lipsticked lips meeting gently. ?I love you Tanya Darling, I?d love to be your sweet sissy lover and your homosexual fairy too.? Kissing another man wasn?t as bad as I thought it would be because of her lipsticked lips and made up face it was just like kissing a girl. I guess we were both girls now. OK, actually it was lovely and my cock was very hard and I was quite excited, it?s just very humiliating to admit you?re a homosexual fairy who likes making love to other homosexual drag queens. Which I?m sure is exactly what Barbara wanted. She loved her control over me and forcing me to be homosexual. Kissing another man wasn?t that bad at all especially one as sexy and beautiful as Tanya was. Her drag queen makeup was very exciting and I hoped my makeup looked good too. It was not a wild as hers but I was still very heavily made up like a glamorous woman. ?OK girls, let?s start making out and petting a little.? Tanya needed no further encouragement homosexual faggot that she obviously was or had been converted to by her sister. She still held my cock firmly but not moving her hand, with her other hand she caressed my big tits and ran long red nails up and down my arms and over the rest of my body while she kissed me. No deep open mouthed kisses, but light lipsticked sissy kisses our lipsticked lips lightly pressed together so as not to spoil our lipstick as much as possible under those conditions. She obviously had been this before and know how to get the maximum kissing in without messing up our makeup. Soon I was responding and kissing her back in the same manner and feeling her up. ?Looks like our girls are getting into it, we?d better end round one before they explode?, Tanya?s sister said. ?OK, girls you may now begin milking each other like the little sissy faggots you are.? ?I know your sying to begin.? ?But while you do I was you to further humiliate yourselves by telling me other how homosexual and feminized you are now.? ?Failure to perform up to standard will get you a severe ass whipping from my riding crop.? ?You may begin girls.? Tanya and I started stroking each other?s pink beribboned cocks our long red nails and jeweled fingers flashing back and forth. I glanced at the both of us in the mirror watching as Tanya?s hand milked my sissy cock, then returned to staring into those beautiful made up eyes. Oh Lord, I was so excited. Never it my life had sex felt this exciting. I now believed Barbara was right in transforming me and joining the Club. I now know how intense this type of sex could be. It was fabulous and so far we weren?t even fucking or sucking. I?d never actually thought of masturbation as a form of sex, just a way to relieve yourself if you were overly horny. But now I believed I had found the ultimate sex, sissy milking. Tanya said, ?Darling I?m such a homosexual faggot but I can?t help myself Darling I adore it and I adore making love to you.? I said, ?Oh Tanya, me too, I?m a little homosexual fairy now and I want to be that way.? She said, ?Oh Darling let?s be little pansies together for our ladies.? ?You?ll love sissy lovemaking darling?, I said, ?Yes my dearest Tanya, be my little faggoty lover as I kissed her again and she stroked my cock. We looked at each other and then at both of us standing there in front of the mirror. Alright I admit it, I?ve never been more excited in my entire life. All the pain and suffering of the day?s beautification was worth it and was long forgotten now as waves of homosexual sissy faggot pleasure swept through me. I was a divine glamorous homosexual drag queen and I adore it. So I was very surprised when both of the woman started whipping our asses with their riding crops. I thought I had performed exactly as asked to. ?Not faggoty enough honey?, Barbara said. ?You need to lisp a little more like a homosexual, and talk in a higher pitched sissy type voice?, Tanya?s Sister said. ?And I want to hear lots of sissy whimpering, moaning and begging also like too fairies making love should sound like?, Barbara said smacking my ass hard several more times. ?You?d better learn this routine well Darling because you?re going to be doing often.? I squealed in girlish pain, wiggled my plugged ass and redoubled my efforts to sound like a homosexual crossdressed fairy as did Tanya to. Being much more experienced than me and obviously having been through this humiliating process before I just followed her lead, trying to act and talk just like her. ?Oh Tanya, I?m such a sissy faggot?, I squealed in a high-pitched voice. ?Please darling be my drag queen lover you beautiful sexy love doll?, I lisped. Tanya responded in kind, ?Denise you adorable little pansy matron, you look fabulous darling.? ?You?ll be the best milk matron in the world.? ?You?ll always be my special homosexual lover darling.? We whimpered and moaned and stroked each other in a sissy faggot frenzy. Amid flashing jeweled fingers, long red nails and lipsticked kisses and lots of humiliating statements we furiously stroked each other?s cock and watched each other in the mirror and soon we spurted our sissy cream all over each other?s dress. I was moaning in ecstasy wild with passion and beyond caring anymore how humiliating this all was for a man to be doing. Tanya was whimpering in intense homosexual desire as our cum jetted out covering each other. I thought I would pass out. ?Very nicely done girls, round one comes to an end. They helped us to the sofa and seated us before we fell over in our spike high heels. Thank God because standing in those 6? spike heels like that so long I was quite relieved to be off my feet for a while. My limbs were trembling. We were given something cold to drink. Our makeup was repaired including a heavy reapplication of lipstick and we were given a half hour rest while we talked quietly of girlish homosexual things and fantasies. ?OK honey time to show Mommie you?re a sissy cock sucker.? Our soiled dresses were removed and now we were only in lingerie and corsets and heels. Both the ribbons were removed from our cocks. I was told to lay flat on my back on the sofa with my head resting on the armrest. Tanya knelt beside the couch and was ordered to suck my cock. Just the thought of those heavily lipsticked creamy red lips closing around my cock and I was instantly hard again. But to help it along Tanya stroked it a little bit and then her red lips enveloped my cock to the sweetest smoothest creamiest sensation I?ve ever felt. My Brother is quite the little drag queen cock sucker isn?t he?, his sister laughed. ?I?ve course I forced him in the beginning because he didn?t understand that, that was his true calling in life.? ?But he?s learned well and I did like him being this way.? ?As I do my new wife?, Barbara said. With Tanya pumping my cock with those creamy red lips and seeing her lipstick all over my cock it was only minutes before I was spurting another load into her waiting open mouth. She swallowed it all like a good little sissy faggot much to my delight. There was no doubt in my mind it was the best and most intense blowjob I?d ever gotten bar none. I dearly wanted to do as good a job for Tanya as she?d done for me. I knew my duties were next, but apparently the women had arranged just one more twist in my forced homosexuality. Tanya?s shoes were changed for a pair of pink incredible 12? spike platform shoes. Now Tanya, really being a man was about 6?1? in his stocking feet. With his big bouffant drag queen hairdo and 12? platforms he stood over eight foot tall, so bizarre, but yet so kinky and feminine at the same time. While he was being locked into his new platforms Barbara redid my red lipstick, except to humiliate me further she extended way beyond my lipline outlining it in black giving me a huge red cock sucker mouth outlined in black providing a great cock sucking target. It should have looked bizarre and ugly to me, but somehow it didn?t. I?d been in this homosexual painted drag queen world so long now that these things were starting to look normal to me, and see even exciting to me. While some people might see a gross display all I saw was incredibly red sensual lipsticks. The kind that men dream of having wrapped around there cock. When he/she stood she was so tall that kneeling on the floor I couldn?t quite reach his cock to suck it he was too far above me as I stared up at his cock. Barbara provided several cushions raising me up just enough to get to him but I still had to look up at his cock. It?s a very humiliating view for another man, to look up at another man?s cock staring down at him only inches from your mouth. It makes you feel so wimpy. It makes you feel like a submissive homosexual ready to be controlled and used. You even desire it to happen. You feel the need to have some woman control you and force you to be used in this manner. To humiliate and debased yourself in this manner. I never understood how one person could be excited by this treatment, but I understood now. But I was now a sissy like it or not, so I did my duty and slide his long white cock into my mouth and started sucking my first cock. His squeal of delight as my heavily lipsticked lips enveloped him spurred me on. I was now officially a homosexual sissy cocksucker, but guess what, it wasn?t that bad. I loved the taste of the creamy red lipstick, and seeing it everywhere on his cock actually turned me a lot, even though I was humiliated. I sucked even harder. I was enjoying being a homosexual sissy cocker and sucking off my drag queen lover. Well it didn?t take that much and soon Tanya was spurting her sissy cream into my waiting mouth and I was swallowing it as fast as I could. My wife smiled and said, ?Welcome to the world of women my little slut, now you know what it feels like to be a submissive kneeling woman.? I saw my painted face and still huge red lips in the mirror and I wanted to cry over how far I?d fallen from being a man and my old life. But I just smiled back up at my wife submissively and said, ?Thank you Madame it was wonderful, and I hope I pleased you with my sissy girl performance.? ?Oh you did darling, and they?ll be many more cocks to follow so get used to being on the receiving end as a girl now.? ?I enjoy watching you perform, I get off on it as the saying goes.? ?You get excited now by doing it and I get excited controlling you and watching you do it.? ?It makes me feel powerful and commanding and it makes you feel submissive and weak, and somehow dear, we both enjoy our role.? ?I do believe we?ve both found our true place in life.? After a brief rest and more makeup repair we were both bend over 90 degrees facing each other locked in a sissy kiss and embrace while Tanya?s sister fucked me with a strap-on cock and my wife fucked Tanya with hers. Both of us were whimpering and begging in sissy rapture as we kissed and fondled each other. I can?t believe I was begging for Tanya?s sister to fuck me harder, but she smiled wickedly and did. After a couple days recovery from the over the top session I found my new position in the community was a sissy milk matron for the younger sissies. It took two weeks of training before my Mistress thought I had the hang of my new job in life, but on the bright side it was an easy two weeks. When I was first told what my new job consisted of I was a little startled and frightened because of the ages mentioned. But of course these were super rich women in a closed community and they pretty much did whatever they wanted. On further checking with some of my sissy friends I found I had a very easy job, very easy indeed compared to some working in brothels, or slaving away in a salon or being used as a whore, etc. Apparently a ?Milk Matron? was as Barbara had indicated a very elite role. I guess as long as you had to be a force feminized homosexual sissy this was a fabulous role to have. In actuality Madame had treated me very good. She said this was not only her doing but the ruling board of ?The Club? who said they believed I possessed just the right mental attitude and combination of skills for the job of Milk matron. So basically I get up everyday about 10:00am and have an early salon appointment for makeup and styling, but none of the craziness from before. Oh I still sort of look like a drag queen, but now more like a over the top glamorous older woman. Once styled, made up and dressed I report to suite #3 in the training center building (My own personal room I might add) and there I begin my job. Which is to say I milk the younger sissies below the age of 16 years old, some as young as 12 years old, most of them twice a day. At this age most are feminized as little sissy girls, but others are feminized similar to Tanya or myself or as outright whores. I stay in my suite from 12:00pm to 8:00pm every weekday and masturbate (Milk) whomever they sent me. Now you might think that this type of job certainly didn?t take two weeks training. But the real underlying purpose of my job is to mentally control the young sissies, getting them to associate all their sexual pleasures in the entire world with a beautiful, glamorously made up, bouffanted older woman, to prepare them for life with their Mother or Aunt. To get them to accept their new life as sissies and to adore and worship older women as the role model and one they someday hope to emulate. The two weeks of training taught me how to talk to them and what to say. How to get them addicted to this training method so that they crave more and more of it, and of course how to appreciate the glamorous beauty of heavily made up and bouffant styled older women, much like their Mothers and Aunts, but without the Mother or Aunt actually having to do all the training work. I vecame very good at it and find it quite rewarding and exciting to do it. To say it?s the world?s most bizarre job and highly illegal since they?re all underage would be an understatement. But no one invaded these women?s strange world and their were rich and discreet. Everybody was screened and re-screened again and again before access into this bizarre group was allowed. It was a world of our own, private and closed to outsiders. However as sissy jobs go it?s really quite easy compared to what?s happened to several of my friends who weren?t quite as cooperative as people like Tanya and myself. Certainly far better than being a hooker, or a whipping slut, or a bondage model for others. All in all I actually love my new job and I believe they were right I was suited for it. Barbara was right it not the kind of job your start out looking for in life, you have to be brought into it. Of course this is my 9 to 5 job as it were and on weekends I?m forced to attend sex parties and dress and makeup as Madame desires and play all kinds of roles. But still I consider I got off real easy. Today I am dressed in a purple satin skirt suit with black nylons and 6? inch black spike high heel pumps. I am severely corseted and I have large Double EE cup breasts with tons of cleavage. I?m wearing a purple woman?s hat with pink roses on top of it. The hat also has a black net veil, which makes me look mysterious, perhaps a little wicked but does nothing really to hide my extensive and detailed makeup and big false eyelashes. The veil from the hat comes down to just below my nose leaving my luscious glossy red lips exposed. In short I look like a VERY hot, sexy older woman. My nails at slightly over 2? inches long now for real and my fingers are bejeweled with 8 large ornate cocktail rings for my fingers my wrists each contain at least three bracelet six in total and they do rattle and jingle nicely when I do my job. Sometime they make me wear what they called milking bracelets with tiny bells on them, but I actually prefer the feminine rattle of real lady?s jewelry. In the drawers of my dresser in my suite are an assortment of more lots more rings mostly very large and ornate very dramatic., Various large jingly bracelets, and all kinds of women?s accessories like fans, veils, kerchiefs, cigarette holders, etc. Of course tons of sex toys, dildos, vibrators, butt plugs are also there to aid me in doing my Milk Matron job. The closets in the bedroom contain many outfits all designed with the severe older but quite glamorous matron in mind. Also in the dresser is an array of any cosmetics I might need. I do not stock the suite, so I presume at night someone else comes and checks and refreshes the supplies as needed. Removes dirty clothes and returns other outfits back from cleaning and sometimes adds new outfits. Remember some of those lesser jobs I mentioned, well this could very well be one of them. So as you can see while I was a force feminized sissy I was treated like a bit of a diva. As my first ?client? of the day knocks and enters I prepare myself mentally to do my new job in life. The first sissy is Allison, he is only 12 and a real beginner he?s only been sent to me twice before. ?Good afternoon Allison.? ?Good afternoon Madame.? ?Did your Mother send you over to me?? ?Yes Madame, she said I needed some mental re- enforcement and sissy appreciation from you.? ?Yes Allison, I?m sure you do Darling.? ?What a pretty dress you have on darling, please model it for me sissy girl?, I say in a lisping homosexual type voice. Now I was the controller and trainer of sissies, much as Barbara had been in the beginning with me. I think the clich? is ?It takes one to know one.? Allison models her pink little girl sissy party frock mincing about and swirling her massive swishing petticoats and holding her tiny jeweled sissy purse for me. ?Lovely darling, aren?t you adorable looking.? ?I?m sure your Mother is very proud of the way you are turning out.? ?You truly are very beautiful and quite feminine.? ?This is truly your calling dear.? Allison does a curtsy and says, ?Thank you Madame.? ?Let Madame see your panties dearie.? Again I always speak in a soft lisping homosexual sounding type voice as I?ve been trained to do. Allison obediently raises her petticoats and displays herself to me. Allison is wearing special Barbara Jean type sissy panties with a ruffled lacy hole in the front where her sissy penis sticks out rock hard through the ruffled opening. ?Oh my darling, you are such an excited sissy girl already this afternoon aren?t you Allison.? ?Yes Madame all the clothes and makeup excite me, I can?t seem to help myself.? ?I know darling, I know.? ?I once was just like your precious.? I looked at her pretty made up smooth gorgeous young face and said, ?Well of course the clothes and makeup and hairstyles do Allison.? ?They?re meant to excite a little sissy faggot like you.? ?Come over in front of the mirror darling and hold you petticoats up for Madame.? Allison does as instructed with a little girlish sissy whimper because she knows what?s coming. ?My long red nails close around her smooth white cock sticking out of the panty opening. My jeweled feminine fingers slowly start to stroke Allison?s small sissy penis. ?Tell me what you are Allison.? ?Oh please Madame.? ?No dear, Madame must hear you say it out loud darling.? ?I?m, I?,? a homosexual sissy girl Madame?, Allison says in a trembling young voice. ?Of course you darling, just as you should be.? ?Your Mother knows what?s best for you doesn?t she Allison?? ?She knows you need to fulfill this role in life?, I say as I continue to lightly stroke her sissy cock. ?Yes Madame.? ?Don?t you look pretty Allison, wasn?t Mommy right to make you all up and dress you like a girl.? ?Who?d want to be a nasty boy when you can be a pretty girl.? Poor Allison is whimpering now. ?Is your butt plug in place Miss Allison?? ?Yes Madame.? ?Good darling, do you like the feel of a lovely male cock in your ass, little sissy faggot?? Allison?s poor legs begin to tremble in the pink 5? inch spike high heels she?s wearing. I start to milk her cock slightly faster now my jeweled fingers and wrists flashing in the mirror. I hear the jingle and soft jangle of my ultra feminine bracelets. ?Yes Madame, Mommy says I must learn to have a cock in my sissy ass.? ?Yes she?s right of course all part of your training feminine Allison dear.? ?A training you should learn to adore.? ?So pretty and so submissive and girlish.? Of course I am no longer required to wear a plug in my ass anymore during work, but on weekends at parties anything goes, depending on what role Barbara wants me to play. ?Would you like to spurt your pretty white sissy cream for Madame darling?? ?Oh yes Madame, yes.? Soon Allison is spurting her sissy cream into my hand. I make her lick in off my hand and swallow it. ?Good girl Allison.? I write a short note to her Mother on my own personalized pink stationary indicating Allison?s acceptance and progress. I clean up poor Allison?s cock with a handi-wipe and send her on her way with the sealed note. Later on her Mother will read it to learn of Allison?s process toward total feminine acceptance. I remove my cocktail rings wash my hands and the rings in the sink, dry them off, placing them back on but exchanging a few with new ones from the dresser until all my finger are bejeweled again. I freshen my lipstick and powder my nose, check myself beautiful image in the mirror and wait for my next client. Shortly there a knock at the door and a lovely little princess enters, it?s Edward (Evelyn) the young boy from the salon I was so taken with all those weeks ago. His lovely bleached blond hair is styled in girlish banana type curls and he?s wearing a baby bonnet and a soft lilac satin little girl?s party dress. Oh this is my lucky day. Life as a sissy faggot milk matron is grand. The End