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I seem to remember someone saying "Drink up!" and then a warm glow
spreading through my body. Then it seemed as if I was just an observer as
I was led up to a bathroom by two shapely, miniskirted girls. One helped
me start to undress as the other stripped to her underwear. Then they
changed over and I found myself naked with two pretty girls in bra,
panties, stockings and high heels. They started covering me with special
cream. "We don't want to get any of this on our dresses," said the
brunette, "it could stain."
My cock was stiffening as she spread the cream over my balls, crotch and
bum. Not only was it exciting to feel her coating my genitals, but I had
noticed that the blonde had an erection inside her pretty panties and she
seemed to be turned on at the way my own dick was reacting. Although I
was aware of this happening I was helpless to resist or to participate.
My arms were lifted as instructed so that they could cream my underarms.
The only part of me that seemed to have a mind of its own was my rapidly
growing prick.
They made me stand, arms lifted, legs apart for several minutes while I
shaved my face twice. Then the blonde turned on the shower and tested the
temperature. When she was satisfied she told me to "Wash the cream off
thoroughly, but on no account must you wank. I want to see your little
clitty standing to attention when you come out of the shower!"
I washed off all my body hair (except for that on my head, of course). My
upper thighs felt remarkably smooth as glass, my hairless balls were
silky soft, and my nipples seemed to tingle. My body felt so wonderfully
feminine that my erection was indeed rock-hard as I stepped out of the
shower. The two girls, now back in their dresses, helped me into a
beautifully soft pink towelling robe. I had my hair styled, finger and
toe nails painted, brows plucked, lashes mascara'd, lids shadowed, lips
glossed crimson.
I was helped out of the robe and my state of hairlessness inspected and
approved. A white waspie corset was placed around my waist and laced up
fairly tightly. The blonde took my hands in hers and told me to lean
forward. I looked down and could see where her skirt did not hang
straight down where it was supported by her erection. I tensed as a
needle was stuck into my left buttock, and again a few moments later in
the right one. "There's a good girl," said the blonde. "That won't be the
last time you get a prick in your bum. After a few more doses you'll get
a girly shape back there."
With help, I stepped into a pair of silky white satin panties - the old
fashioned style that came up to my waist and completely enclosed my
erection (which had started to subside but rapidly stiffened with the
sensation of those wonderful panties, with their dainty frills around the
legs). "Its always best to leave room for growth," giggled the blonde.
The suspenders on the waspie were threaded down inside my knickers by the
girls, who then helped me put on sheer black stockings. I was then
drenched with heady perfume.
My chest was cleansed with some special solvent, and then large silicone
breast were fixed. "This pharmaceutical adhesive will last for several
days," commented the blonde. I was helped into a white bra and the girls
took some time to ensure that the straps were adjusted correctly. Next
came a cherry red waist slip, short but full so that it stood out from my
thighs to give me a more girly shape. Then a pretty white blouse which
fitted me perfectly as if it had been made to measure (it had, I found
out later). Then a short pastel blue skirt. The brunette explained that
demure young ladies chose underwear that more or less matched their
skirts, so that it would not be too obvious if anything showed. "But you
are a sissy, and we want any flashes of your undies to be clearly
displayed - that's part of the fun!" As I stepped into my high heels, I
realised that my short skirt and flared petticoat were designed to ensure
that only the most unobservant onlooker would remain ignorant for long of
what I was wearing under my skirt.
I made my way carefully down the stairs to the brightly lit hall. My
mother-in-law was waiting there, looking up, with a twisted smile.
Probably she could see the outline of my still-throbbing prick inside
their sensuous satin panties.
In spite of the fact that I was concentrating on taking the stairs very
carefully in my unfamiliar 3" heels, I could feel my large falsie breasts
bouncing a little as I moved, making me aware of the firm but gentle grip
of my bra straps. With each step, my taut stocking-tops tugged at my
suspenders. The tight control of the waspie around my waist somehow
accentuated the fact that the smooth hairless cheeks of my bottom were
free to move in, and be caressed by, my gorgeous, cool, silky panties.
Even though I was obviously walking down to an uncertain new situation
somehow engineered by my mother-in-law, I had to keep walking down so
that I could continue to enjoy the erotic sensations of my new outfit.
Finally I reached the hallway and stood in front of my mother-in-law.
"Well, Didi," she said, "do you like your new clothes?" "Er...yes," I
managed to stammer nervously. "You will address me as mistress!" she
snapped angrily. "Yes mistress," I said hurriedly, hoping to avoid a
slap.
Mother-in-law was handed a small case by one of the staff. "Madam, this
contains a month's supply of the bottom feminising injections and a
supply of the special medicine. Injections into each buttock twice daily,
morning and night. The other medicine to be taken 4 times a day for the
first three days, then reduce frequency by one dose each day. After a
week it should only be needed in the event of behaviour problems - then
one dose should be sufficient, but it is safe to give twice a day if more
control is needed. I recommend you bring the sissy back for a check-up
after a month - then we can assess how the bottom feminising is
progressing and also check if you are satisfied with the breast size
before we progress to the next stage."
All this was said as if I was not there and although I could hear and
understand that it was said about me, I remained strangely detached. I
now know that this was the effect of the special medicine.
"Very well. Come along, Didi!" "Yes mistress," I replied obediently. As
the front door opened, I shivered at the feel of the cool evening air on
my bare thighs. It felt rather strange stepping out of the house without
trousers on and I really did not know how much of my legs were covered by
my short skirt. I realised that there had been no mirrors for me to check
my appearance before I left.
"Get in the back of the car," I was told. I opened the car door and
concentrated on getting in without falling off my high heels! There are a
few things I have learned since, but at the time I didn't know how to get
in without having my legs wide apart. Nor did I know about smoothing my
skirt under my bum when sitting down, so the cold leather seat came as a
shock to my bare flesh and pantied bottom.
As I shut the car door I heard my wife saying "Hello Didi" and felt her
fingers caressing my legs just above my stocking-tops. Glancing down I
couldn't see her hand because it was concealed by my large bust, so I had
to lean forward to watch as her hand moved up to fondle my pantie-clad
prick. The way I had sat down meant that my skirt was up around my waist
exposing stocking-tops and creamy thighs. I could just see a bit of shiny
white satin where my knob-end was like a tent-pole in my knickers.
The car moved off as my wife's voice continued. "You have really nice
legs. Such a shame you've always covered them up before. That won't be
happening from now on - you will only be wearing skirts, not trousers,
and they will always be short enough to show off your pretty legs. And I
can see you like wearing panties - your dick is really hard, isn't it?
Tell me you like your panties." "Yes, I love wearing panties," I replied.
I winced as she pinched my thigh. "Naughty Didi. You are a sissy and all
women are superior to you. You must always reply to a lady by referring
to her as mistress. Now what do you say?" "Yes mistress, I love wearing
panties and always want to wear a skirt," I replied. Although my cock was
already as hard as it had ever been, hearing myself saying this seemed to
send an extra tingle up my shaft.
"And tell me how you like your titties," she went on. I heard myself
reply: "Mistress, I like having titties, they make me feel more like a
sissy." "Well you are a sissy, never mind feeling like one. We just have
to decide how big your titties should be."
I felt very tired and drifted off into sleep, dreaming about having very
large titties...
I woke as we arrived at our house. My wife got out of the car and came
round to open the door on my side. I could see she was looking with
amusement at my panties as I struggled to get out of the car. As my skirt
was still up round my waist I had little chance to make a ladylike exit.
When I was standing up I tried to smooth down my skirt, but realised it
was extremely short. She laughed at my feeble attempts to cover my
underwear.
My mother-in-law led the way to the house and the front door was opened
by my wife's sister. "Hello Didi," she said. "Hello mistress," I replied,
wondering where her husband Gerald was and whether he would see me
dressed like this. As I entered the house I felt her fondling my pantie-
clad bottom. My dick (which had relaxed during the car journey) sprung
back to attention. I had previously fantasised about touching a pretty
girl's bum when her skirt was so short that she showed her panties, but
had never imagined that my own bottom would be similarly exposed in silky
panties and that I would be wearing a skirt, let alone one so short as to
make my panties so accessible,
A maid appeared with a drink on a tray. "Didi, meet Geraldine," said my
wife. "She's brought you your medicine. Drink up, there's a good girl." I
knew I had to obey the words "Drink up". Even so, I was aware that Gerald
had also been sissified. As I approached him to pick up my medicine I
admired his long shapely legs with an inch or two of creamy bare thigh
showing between his black stocking-tops and his very short maid's skirt.
His uniform emphasised his trim waist and large boobs with the outline of
their pointy nipples.
I drank down the medicine and Gerald took back the glass and put it down
on a table. "Geraldine is your best friend in the world," said my wife.
"Give her a kiss." I put my arms around Gerald's neck and kissed his
lips. His hand gently fondled my balls and stroked my hard prick in their
silky panties. "Didi, why don't you check Geraldine's clittie and see if
she is really pleased to be kissing you?"
I reached down and let my fingers gently touch a pair of silky-clad
balls, then moved my fingers slowly up a hot firm shaft. As I touched his
bulbous knob-end, Geraldine's tongue pushed into my mouth. I was to
remember this sensation later.
"Well I see you two sissies are really going to get on," I heard.
Breaking away from the smooch and letting my exploring hand drop to my
side, I turned to see a tall shapely woman in a grey dress. She had
piercing blue eyes, brown hair, a generous bust, trim waist, and nice
legs showing beneath her hemline (a few inches above her knees). "I'm
Miss Manley, the housekeeper," she explained. "I'll be in charge of the
maids. So Geraldine, off to bed now. Didi, you'll be in the spare room
for a few nights - you have some tapes to listen to."
She led me to the spare room and helped me undress, putting me into a
sleep bra to hold my boobs in place and then into a baby doll nightie.
Before helping me into my frilly knickers, she told me bend over while
she gave me my bottom injections. As things started to get a bit muzzy
with the effects of the medicine, I heard soft music starting. She helped
me into bed and I drifted off to sleep as a woman's voice started to
speak over the music.
The next morning Miss Manley woke me up. She showed me how to use an
electric epilator on my legs. "Use it every morning," she explained. "It
will take out hairs as soon as they start to grow. Many of them will
never grow back." Even though my legs already looked hairless, the
epilator still found a few fine hairs here and there. I felt a little
tugging, tingling sensation as each one was efficiently removed. "Each of
those little sensations is a bit more of your maleness being removed,"
explained Miss Manley. "Think of the epilator as your Sissifier. As you
use it every day, you become a little bit more of a sissy. Sissies should
not have any body hair, so you need to shave your underarms each day as
well."
She gave me a pair of tweezers and told me to search for pubic hairs and
to pluck them out. "Pubic hairs are very persistent and you need to pluck
them every day. You need to keep your balls free of hair so they are
silky smooth. Shaving is a very temporary measure and results in stubble,
so daily plucking is the required routine. While you are sleeping alone,
spend a minimum of 10 minutes every morning for a thorough plucking. When
you move in to share the maids' bedroom with Geraldine you will find it
easier to assist each other with plucking. It will be easier to get to
the parts you can't see without straining your neck. But then you should
groom each other's pubes it at night before going to sleep - you'll
probably lose track of time and may you find you get distracted..."
She gave me my bottom-enlarging injections and my dose of medicine. By
the time I got out of the shower the medicine was starting to take effect
and I was almost in a dream as she helped me into my corset, underwear,
and maids outfit. As I stepped into my panties and pulled them up, I felt
my cock get really hard and erect. "There's a good girly," said Miss
Manley. "The mistresses really like to see a hard prick in your panties.
And don't forget that your panties are more or less on show all the time
in your uniform - that's why it is so short. The golden rules are
- that your panties must always be clean - no stains! ... and
- that you should always show the mistresses how pleased you are to be
their sissy maid by having a firm erection. So no wanking is permitted
from when you get up in the morning until you go off duty at night."
I helped Geraldine doing the cleaning around the house and found that I
had no difficulty in maintaining a more or less permanent erection. For a
start my underwear kept reminding me - my stockings swished as they
brushed together with every step and they pulled on their taut suspenders
as I moved. My bum was starting to feel a little tender and wobblier - I
could feel my bum-cheeks being caressed by my cool silky panties. My
high-heels changed my posture and made my bottom feel even more
prominent. My waspie corset gripped me firmly. My bra allowed my heavy
tits to bounce gently... And of course I could see Geraldine's stocking-
tops and pretty panties displayed below her tiny skirt, and could see
that her dick was as hard as mine.
From time to time one or other of the mistresses appeared and I could
feel their gaze focus on my pantied cock. A couple of times my wife
caught my eye, and her smile seemed to be saying "I know you like wearing
panties and stockings and a skirt, and this gives me power over you. And
the size of your erection shows that you really want to be a sissy
displaying your pretty underwear."
At meal-times, Geraldine and I served the mistresses with the food that
Miss Manley had prepared, then cleared away the dishes when they had
eaten. Only then could we go to the kitchen and eat our own meals. Miss
Manley had a good appetite, but Geraldine and I could only eat small
portions, probably because of the restrictive corsets. Mealtimes were
more or less the only times we were allowed to sit down, so we sissy
maids were fairly tired at the end of the day, and went to bed soon after
the evening meal was over.
Miss Manley helped me undress each night and gave me my medicine and
bottom-enlarging injections. Once in my pretty nightie and frilly
knickers I would hear the music start and then drift off to sleep as the
soothing voice started talking.
The daily routine must have continued for two or three weeks before my
Mistress-wife told me I was now ready for the next phase. I would be
going to a private clinic to have breast implants fitted. "You'll then be
a real sissy with your own titties, and a bra-size to match your name -
DD!"
A few days later, back home after the operation. I was very pleased with
my new breasts. They were a lovely round shape, but large and bouncy
enough to mean that it was much more comfortable to wear a bra when
walking about. The nipples were much more pointy and sensitive than
before and their outline was often evident through my outer clothes.
Having my own boobs was an even more potent reminder of my sissified
state than the knowledge that my ridiculously short skirts showed most of
my underwear and the state of my arousal.
Although I was still having the bottom-enlarging injections, I had
already increased by two panty sizes, so now had a new set of underwear,
mostly pink (my favourite colour) but also some white, some peach and
some red.
Miss Manley explained that I had completed the series of hypnotism tapes
and did not need to keep taking the special medicine. But she warned me
that if the effects started wearing off I would have to have another
course of treatment. In particular, the mistresses always wanted to see
their maids with hard cocks in their panties, so part of the hypnosis
program was designed to achieve this. The sight of another sissy maid's
panties was programmed to stiffen a sissy's cock, and the tasks we had to
perform around the house were arranged so that we were generally within
sight of each other. "Always remember that a real sissy has big tits and
a hard erection," she said. "But the mistresses will be very displeased
to see any stains in your underwear - so remember the golden rule - NO
WANKING!" She went on to explain that wanking, as well as causing stains,
could make it difficult to keep an erection afterwards. But the rule
would be relaxed after we had stopped duty for the day.
Miss Manley did the cooking for the household while Geraldine and I did
the cleaning, laundry, ironing, serving of meals, etc. We also had to go
out with Miss Manley to shop for food and household needs. We had knee-
length coats to wear when going out to cover our tiny maids' dresses.
When we walked in the street or mall, I could always feel men's' eyes
feasting upon my stockinged legs, wobbly bum and large breasts. I kept
checking my reflection in shop windows to be reassured that my coat was
properly concealing my secret sissiness.
From time to time the mistresses would have women visitors and Geraldine
and I had to wait on them. On these occasions we often got our bottoms
fondled and the visitors were always impressed that our wives had such
compliant sissy husbands. "Look at those erections," they would say,
"they obviously love wearing these uniforms and pretty panties."
Geraldine and I shared the maid's bedroom. Each night we would help each
other with pubic hair plucking - a job that is almost impossible to do
thoroughly for oneself. We also waxed each other's bums to keep them
hair-free. Having your balls completely plucked makes them lovely and
soft and smooth, and it is amazing how your silky panties caress your
hairless parts and help to keep your cock erect.
We found that pubic grooming was most easily achieved if one sissy
undressed and lay on the bed, while her companion searched for the little
hairs both visually and by feeling with fingertips. This would usually
continue until the groomer felt the other sissy's hands gently guiding
her head nearer to that pampered cock that had been so hard all day...
Then the second sissy would lie back on the bed, her cock still rock-hard
and with the taste of cum lingering in her mouth. Her best friend would
provide the same service for her.
One afternoon a lady arrived with a man. He was quite good looking but it
transpired that he had been caught in the office with a secretary on her
knees taking dicktation, and they had both had been fired. As he was now
totally dependent on his wife for financial support he had to do what she
said and go where she wanted him to. Geraldine and I served tea as usual.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of our well-filled
panties. He went very red in the face and couldn't stop staring at our
underwear.
My wife explained to his wife that we were compliant male maids who had
learnt to respect the superiority of women and had been trained to
display their pantie-clad erections all day for the pleasure of their
mistresses. "They do the housework and don't cause any trouble. Their
appearance is very stimulating, but generally we get sexual satisfaction
from other sources nowadays." Miss Manley smiled demurely and the women
giggled.
The husband looked a bit anxious when his wife said "Well I think Robin
would be very well suited for your special treatment. When could his
transformation be arranged?" "No time like the present," replied Miss
Manley. I have everything prepared. There was no problem to get an outfit
to suit the measurements you sent me."
She produced a bottle of the special medicine from a bag at the side of
her chair and poured out three glasses, one large one and two small.
"Didi and Geraldine, you haven't had any of the medicine for a few weeks,
so I think it would be good to have a booster dose now. And Robin, the
large glass is for you. Drink up."
I remembered the first time I had heard those words, and as I swallowed
the medicine I felt a warm glow through my whole body; my erection got so
hard that the end of my cock began to tingle and it felt as though it was
straining to burst out of my panties. Robin's eyes seemed to glaze over
as his large dose of medicine took effect, and Geraldine and I helped him
to make his way up the stairs following Miss Manley. "Take your maid's
dress off, Didi," instructed Miss Manley. "We need to use the depilatory
cream and we don't want to get our frocks stained, do we?" By the time I
was down to my underwear, Geraldine and Miss Manley had Robin down to his
boxer shorts in the bathroom. I helped him out of these while the others
took their dresses off. His throbbing cock was only inches from my face
and for a moment I imagined myself as a typist in the office....
Robin had quite a hairy body, so we had to use quite a lot of cream all
over him. I had the job of ensuring that his genital area was thoroughly
covered and got a terrific thrill from spreading the cream with my
fingers over his balls and the area between his balls and arsehole.
He stood with his legs apart as instructed as he shaved his face twice
over while the cream was working - I remembered doing the same not so
very long ago. It was only at this point that I caught sight of Miss
Manley's reflection in the mirror and understood for the first time how
she came to have that name. She had a huge cock - at least two inches
longer than mine or Geraldine's and much thicker too. I suddenly
understood what my wife had meant and why Miss Manley had smiled.
Geraldine and I were just sissy maids, required to show off our sissified
nature all day for our mistresses' gratification, whereas Miss Manley was
a real shemale, obviously very well endowed and able to provide physical
satisfaction to our wives.
After we had washed away Robin's body hair in the shower, his skin looked
very pale and soft. Miss Manley inspected him and announced that he would
need another treatment with the cream the next day to ensure a really
hairless finish, and in the longer term would need to start a depilatory
treatment. We helped him to dry himself and then wrapped him in a
towelling robe. Miss Manley expertly styled his long hair and used a
trimmer to remove most of his eyebrows before applying eye shadow,
mascara, and bright red lipstick.
Next she had him remove the robe and she glued large silicone breasts on
his chest. Then we helped him into a white corset, ensuring that his
breasts fitted into the large cups properly before lacing the corset up
tightly. Then Robin had to lean forward over the washbasin while Miss
Manley gave him the first of his bottom-enlarging injections. He had a
small firm boyish bum and I smiled to myself as I imagined how, after
several weeks' treatment, he would have a large soft wobbly feminine bum
like mine.
We carefully rolled dark tan stockings up his now hairless legs, making
sure that the seams were straight, and attached the four suspenders on
each leg. I held his pink frilly panties as he stepped into them, and
again his erection loomed just in front of my face as I pulled his
panties up around his waist.
We helped him into a light blue blouse with his name "Robyn" embroidered
on the right breast, and then into an extremely short pleated navy skirt
which clearly revealed most of his pretty panties. He stepped into black
patent leather shoes with 3" heels. While he got used to standing on his
high heels, we put our frocks back on and then accompanied him back
downstairs.
His wife was very pleased with the effect. "Yes, he really does look like
the office tart!" she said with a smile. "All I need now is to teach him
how to type - and to give blow-jobs, of course!" "Well," said my mother-
in-law. "With the number of requests we are getting to arrange treatment
for sissies, we will need a secretary soon. So I'm sure something can be
arranged."
That evening I felt very close to Geraldine. Probably neither of us would
fuck our wives again - our sissy cocks would not satisfy a mistress who
had experienced Miss Manley's enormous love muscle. And as we now had
breasts and large bottoms, the only women who would find us attractive
would be dominant mistresses who enjoyed controlling sissies. But I did
feel at ease being a sissy and I did like having breasts with sensitive
nipples. We undressed. I cupped my breasts in my hands and rubbed each of
my nipples against Geraldine's. Then we hugged and kissed, our breasts
squashed together. Our hard cocks touched and I felt that if they had had
arms they would have hugged each other too.
I reached down and fondled Geraldine's soft, hairless balls, then grasped
the shaft of her rock-hard cock. I dropped to my knees...
Rowan
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