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Although I didn't get the grades they asked for, the college still
confirmed the offer of a place for me. Lady Cecilia's College, not the
most prestigious campus, but nevertheless I'd be able to say I'd studied
at Cambridge. It had been an all-girl college for decades, but this
academic year it had allowed boys in too. I turned up for fresher's week.
I registered and was allocated a room in a hall of residence. My Mum
helped me to get my belongings from the car to the room, wished me luck,
and kissed me goodbye. She had a long drive back home.
I went for a wander round the campus. I didn't see many other boys. I was
pondering what it would be like as perhaps the only male student in a
crowded lecture theatre when I heard a voice. "Hello, I'm Sissy and I'm
her to welcome you. What's your name?" I turned to see a pretty girl with
a beaming smile. Her blue eyes seemed to be looking right into my mind. I
was almost dumbstruck. "Er... D...D..." I started to stammer.
"Well, Didi," she laughed, "I'm not sure that's your real name, but it's
what I'm going to call you. I bet you were wondering what it's like being
outnumbered by girls, weren't you? Let me show you round." She took my
arm and led me round a few buildings explaining what happened where. I
wasn't really listening most of the time. I'd never had a pretty girl
take so much interest in me before, nor cling onto my arm as though she
really wanted to hold me. Her sweet voice chattered away and I was very
conscious of her perfume and from time to time the warmth of her body
close to mine.
"I have a room in here," she said pointing to a large building. "Most of
the professors and teaching staff live here too. I'll be having a drinks
party later - you will come won't you. There be some food as well." Our
eyes met again and again I had the sensation that she could read my mind
and knew everything about me. I managed to say, "Yes, please. I'd love
to."
"Good," she replied. "Come at four o'clock. The door marked 4a on the
first floor." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and went inside. I
wandered about, still in a bit of dreamlike state until I found myself
back at the hall of residence. I looked at my watch. It was already a
quarter to four. No time to unpack my stuff - just a quick wash and then
back to Sissy's place. I climbed the stairs to the first floor and looked
around for 4a. In fact it was very easy to find - there was a sign on the
door saying "Sissy's Welcome Party." I knocked on the door and heard her
call, "Come on in." I was a little surprised to see that she had the
ironing board out and was pressing some clothes. "Oh, hello," she said
with a smile. "I wasn't expecting you until six o'clock." I started to
apologise. "Oh, no problem at all," she said. "I'll get you a drink right
away." She went into the kitchen. My eyes turned to what I had spotted as
soon as I walked in. A pile of freshly ironed knickers. Not thongs or
cotton panties. What I suppose you would call old-fashioned style
knickers in various shades of silky nylon, undies that would cover your
bottom and bits from top of thigh to waist, some with frills, or lace, or
bows...
I hadn't heard her come back in from the kitchen until she spoke.
"Cheers!" she held out a glass and I hastily removed my hand from the
pile of knickers. She watched me with a smile as I took a swig of my
drink. "I can see you appreciate pretty underwear," she said. Our eyes
met. "Even the mention of the word 'knickers' makes some boys go weak at
the knees." I started to feel a bit light-headed. I don't know whether it
was the drink or her hypnotic eyes, or maybe both. "Which of these
knickers do you like best?" she asked. I pointed to a pink pair. "Pick
them up. Hold them to your cheek. Feel how soft and silky they are
against your skin." She was now very close to me. Our eyes met again. "
you'd really like to try them on, wouldn't you, Didi." It wasn't really a
question. But I knew I did want to wear them.
She helped me undo my belt and drop my trousers. "Oh, you're a bit
hairy," she exclaimed. "Come to the bathroom - and bring your drink."
Leaving my trousers on the floor I followed her. At her instruction I
removed the rest of my clothes. "Now stand with your legs a little way
apart so I can put this cream on," she said. "You can sip your drink
while I get to work. She applied the cream to my legs, then my chest and
arms, then my back and bottom, and finally my pubic region. "Save the
best till last," she laughed. "Actually this is the most sensitive bit.
You don't want your balls to start tingling until the cream has properly
worked on your leg hairs." It occurred to me that she had done this sort
of thing before. "Now stand still for a few more minutes," she
instructed. "Keep sipping your drink and I'll go and get you another
one." She came back with a full glass and I gave her the empty one. She
rubbed a small area of my back to see if the cream was working. "It needs
a bit longer, but tell me if it starts to be uncomfortable. This cream is
a bit messy, but you will find that silky knickers feel absolutely
wonderful on smooth hairless skin." Our eyes met again. She went on, "I
know that you're really going to adore these pink knickers. You've chosen
well and I think they will really suit you."
A few moments later I was in the shower, watching my body hair washing
away. She had advised me to wash my hair and to use shower gel on my
body. The shower gel was Calvin Klein's "Obsession" and had quite a heady
perfume. Then she was patting me dry in a large towel before applying
dusting powder. "You don't want to rub your skin too hard after using the
depilatory cream," she explained. "We'll put the bra on first," she said.
"The knickers will feel so much nicer if you're wearing a bra." I was a
bit puzzled by this remark, but then I looked into her eyes and somehow
knew that she must be right. The falsie bra had filled cups that gave me
a noticeable, but not enormous bust. Actually, it felt quite warm and
comforting on my now hairless chest. She adjusted the shoulder straps
until she was satisfied that the bra was comfortable and well fitting.
At last the moment had come! She held the knickers for me to step into
and pulled them up slowly. The sensation of the silky fabric on my smooth
bottom was divine. Not to mention the way the soft nylon caressed my
hairless balls. I felt my cock start to stiffen and she giggled. "I can
see you really like them!"
"I don't want your legs to feel cold, so just pull your knickers down a
little way so that I can put your suspender-belt on," she instructed.
Moments later she was threading the suspenders down through my knickers.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to brush your cock, but it's so
hard now isn't it? A bit like a tent-pole in your knickers!" She showed
me how to carefully roll my stockings up my legs and fasten them to the
six suspenders.
Next came a short slip in a pale burgundy colour. It was in a shiny nylon
material, somewhat similar to the knickers. It was fitted, so just slid
over my bra and was almost long enough to cover my knickers. It had quite
broad shoulder straps. "It's meant to be a nightie, really," she
explained, "but I think you'll find it nice to wear. Why have only one
layer of silky nylon on your bottom when you can have two?" She stroked
my bottom and I had to agree.
She gave me a robe to slip into while she styled my hair. By now it was
pointless to resist or even question why it was necessary to put so many
rollers in. "You'd like a little make-up, wouldn't you?" She didn't
really wait for a reply. I sat very still while she did various things
around my eyes. "And now for the lipstick." I watched as she twisted the
tube and the red end of the lipstick appeared. "It a bit like a little
cock, isn't it?" she laughed. "A little cock touching your lips."
She removed the rollers and brushed out my hair. I looked at my
reflection. A pretty girl looked back at me. "Now slip these shoes on.
They only have two-inch heels, but that's enough to make your bum stick
out more and give your legs a nicer shape. You'll find them quite
comfortable to walk in and the heels will improve your posture. Good for
the spine, in fact." I could immediately feel the difference to my bum,
and my legs looked and felt more shapely.
"Just the frock now," she said. "Best to step into it." There was a back
zip down to the waist, so I stepped into the frock and lifted it up to my
waist, giving a little wiggle to make sure my slip slid down into the
skirt. Then I slipped my arms into the sleeves and the back zip was
fastened for me. "A perfect little black party frock," she said. "It
emphasises the shape of your feminine bust and has a short flared skirt
to show off your pretty legs."
"And look, it's just six o'clock, so it's party time!"
As I stepped into the living-room I saw that several guests had already
appeared. I recognised the professor who had interviewed me and she
indicated that I was to sit next to her on the settee. "I'm so glad that
you accepted our offer of a place at Lady Cecilia's College. It was
difficult for us to accept at the end of last year, that in order for the
college to continue to receive funding, we could no longer remain as a
ladies-only college. So we have done our best to select boys who would
really fit in and benefit from the sort of education that we can offer. I
was sure at your interview that this would be the right place for you,
and I can see that you have made a very good start." She put her hand on
my stockinged leg and gave it a little squeeze. "Susanna has done a very
good job in making you look nice."
"Susanna?" I said. "I thought her name was Sissy."
"Oh, no," came the reply. "You're the Sissy. This welcome party is for
you. Now tell me, did you choose the pink knickers?" I nodded. "I thought
so. In my experience, sissy boys prefer wearing pink knickers, especially
to start with. But you will have plenty of other colours to choose from.
By the way, you'll be staying next door in 4B. I've had the porters bring
your things over from the hall of residence where you were allocated
originally. Being here means that Susanna can help you with clothes and
make-up and so on until you're well enough trained as a young lady."
I realised that all the clothing that had been provided fitted me
properly. Now I understood why I had been asked so many details on the
application forms about my clothing sizes.
As the evening progressed I got to meet all the other party-goers in
turn. Most were staff, professors and lecturers. There were a couple of
senior students, studying for doctorates, and a few second and third year
students. As far as I could tell they were all real females and I was the
only sissy present. They were all friendly and positive towards me, and
several offered to help me if I ever needed advice or encouragement.
There were a couple of staff members who were obviously disappointed that
the college had been forced to abandon its "ladies-only" policy. Before
today I would have been dismissive of this attitude. But now, as I was
enjoying the sensation of being dressed as a girl for the first time, I
felt that it was my duty to do my bit to uphold the tradition of the
college.
It got later and people started making their farewells. I suddenly
realised that I was very tired. Susanna showed me to my rooms. The
accommodation was rather smaller than hers, but still looked comfortable.
A living room with a small cooking area, a bedroom, and a toilet/shower
room. My belongings had been neatly piled in the living area, but some of
the cases that my clothes had been in seemed to be missing. "You'll find
your clothes have been hung up in the wardrobe or placed in drawers for
you. All part of the service!" she explained. She showed me how to remove
my make-up, "You should always do this before going to bed." She
continued, "Now tomorrow, when you have your shower, remember to wear the
shower cap to protect your hair style. And put on clean knickers and a
fresh pair of stockings. You can choose what else you'd like to wear. So
goodnight darling sissy Didi. Sleep tight." She kissed me on the lips,
playfully brushing her finger-tips on the bare flesh above my stocking-
tops. Before she left she unzipped the back of my dress for me. "You'll
need to practice on the back zip," she said, "but not when you're so
tired."
I stepped out of the dress and went to hang it in the wardrobe. Opening
the wardrobe door I saw lots of dresses and skirts and a few feminine
blouses hanging there, but not a single pair of trousers. I put the party
dress on a spare hanger and hung it on the rail. I closed the door and
stepped back to look at my reflection in the mirror. My face was
familiar, of course, but my hair looked really girly. My slip looked
really feminine, hugging my bust and flaring slightly from the waist. I
was still wearing my heels and I thought my legs looked really sexy, with
the taut dark stocking-tops emphasising the creamy flesh of my hairless
thighs. And there was just a glimpse of the crotch of my pink knickers
peeping below the darker hem of my slip.
I had the presence of mind to remove my slip before allowing my hand to
touch the tentpole in my knickers. Almost immediately the front of my
knickers was completely soaked and my whole body seemed to pump several
times before my erection began to subside. In a state of near exhaustion
I kicked off my shoes. I took off my knickers as carefully as possible,
but could not avoid getting cum on my stockings. I put my knickers in the
hand-basin, then removed my stockings and put them in the basin as well.
Moistening a flannel I wiped the cum from my cock and thighs. My bra and
suspender-belt got dropped by the bed. I slipped on the nightie and
matching knickers that had been left on the bed for me, got between the
sheets and was asleep almost immediately.
Susanna woke me the next morning. It was bright daylight. "I let you
sleep on as you had seemed so tired last night," she said, "but you'll
need to be up early next week when lectures start. I see that you got
cum-stains on your knickers and stockings last night. You'll need to wash
them in the hand-basin before we go out, hang them up to dry and iron the
knickers tonight. Now go and have a shower - and don't forget the shower-
cap." I slipped out of my nightie and knickers and left them on the bed
while I went to the bathroom.
I came back into the bedroom with my towel around my waist. "Now that's
how a boy wears a towel!" said Susanna. "A young lady would wrap the
towel around herself higher up, so that her boobies wouldn't get cold.
You need to start thinking like a girl. Now dry yourself properly and put
your bra and a clean pair of knickers on so that you don't catch cold."
When I had my undies on she handed me what looked at first a bit like an
electric razor. "It's an epilator. Use it every morning to keep your legs
hairless." Although my legs still felt very smooth from the cream
treatment the evening before, the epilator found a few hairs here and
there and there was a little plucking sensation as it removed each of
them. It was as if each little tug was removing a bit more of my
maleness.
She handed me my suspender-belt and a new pack of stockings. As I put on
the belt and threaded the suspenders down inside my knickers I felt a
slight stiffening of my cock. Carefully removing the stockings from the
package and smoothing them up my hairless legs was a very erotic
sensation, and by the time I had fastened all the suspenders my cock was
rock hard. "Hmm," said Susanna, "I couldn't help noticing that your
clothes were turning you on last evening. It was obvious from the shape
of the front of your skirt what was inside your knickers. I'll give you
another day or two to get used to the feel of female clothing, but if the
swelling doesn't go down we'll have to get you into a more restrictive
foundation garment. Let me deal with it for now."
She released my cock from my knickers and picked up a glass. Within
moments I was spurting cum into the glass and her expert hands milked
every last drop from me. Then she handed me the glass. "Now drink it - it
will make you more girly." I must have looked puzzled, so she explained,
"Most girls your age will be used to the taste of cum!" As I drained the
glass, she dried my cock on a tissue and tucked it back into my knickers.
It had now shrunk so much that my knickers had an almost ladylike shape.
And I wondered whether, and under what circumstances, I might get used to
the taste of cum...
I put on my slip and she said, "Now choose what else you're going to
wear. A dress or a skirt and top?" I selected a blouse and a pleated
skirt and put them on. It was a bit strange fastening the buttons on the
opposite side. After I had brushed my hair she handed me a lipstick and
compact. "You need to practise putting your lipstick on." She explained
how to do this and after the second attempt she was reasonably satisfied.
"OK, Well this morning we'll go into the town and get your nails
manicured and your ears pierced. Then we'll come back and have another
look around the campus. They might be some boys you fancy," she laughed.
"And you can decide whether you want to join any of the college
societies. I don't recommend joining the hockey club - ladies hockey is a
pretty fierce game. If you're feeling energetic there's always netball.
And of course there be tennis later on - if you like the idea of wearing
a tiny skirt and flashing your frilly panties. Now get your cum-stained
underwear washed, then come and knock on my door when you're ready to go
out"
As I was washing my knickers in the soapy water I was very aware that I
was wearing a similar pair. As my fingers rubbed the wet silky fabric it
seemed as though the clean, dry pair I had on were responding and
caressing my soft hairless flesh, reminding me that my recently milked
cock was resting limply in their soft embrace. I carefully rinsed the
knickers and stockings and hung them up to dry. Then I went to meet
Susanna.
As we reached the door of the building I could feel my heart thumping; I
was stepping out into the open wearing a skirt for the first time,
showing my legs in public, wearing stockings and heels. I clung onto
Susanna's arm. It wasn't very far to the shopping centre, but It felt
like a major journey. It was very strange not wearing trousers and I kept
feeling that my skirt was too short and would be revealing my stocking-
tops and knickers. Susanna murmured not to worry, I was doing fine. "Look
at your reflection in that shop window. You look very demure."
Nevertheless I could feel the cool air on the bare flesh between my
knickers and stockings, and was conscious of the way my suspenders pulled
at my stockings with every step. "I feel as if everyone is looking at
me," I whispered. "Well," she replied, "get used to it. And it's not
everybody, it's mainly the boys! They like to look over an attractive
young lady - think of it as a compliment." This made me feel a little bit
better, but I was very glad she was with me.
Having my ears pierced was a little painful, but sitting down to have my
nails manicured helped me relax. All this happened in a female zone with
no boys around. No OTHER boys, that is; I realised I was starting to
think of myself as no longer a boy.
We had a light lunch and I began to feel more natural in my new clothes.
In some ways they were more restrictive than male clothes; I was aware of
the straps of my bra on my shoulders and around my back, and my suspender
belt round my waist, with the taut suspenders pulling at my stockings.
But in other ways they were less restrictive, especially my skirt - I
knew that I needed to keep my knees together and ensure I smoothed my
skirt down when sitting. Otherwise it would be so easy to reveal my
underwear - something that trousers would not allow. Also the materials
were generally much softer to the touch, both underwear and outerwear
felt more gentle and feminine.
We went into a department store and looked around the lingerie section.
Looking at the mannequins in bras, knickers, suspender-belts and
stockings, and knowing that for the first time I myself was wearing
similar things was very arousing. Susanna noticed that I was breathing
heavily and glancing at the front of my skirt she must have realised that
I had an erection again. She led me across to a fitting room, collecting
a couple of dresses on the way. Once inside she touched her finger to my
lips, indicating that I needed to keep quiet. She took a little plastic
cup from her handbag and indicated that I should remove my skirt. Her
expert fingers soon relieved the pressure and a few moments later I was
drinking cum from the cup and licking it clean.
Once properly dressed again, we left the store and made our way back to
the college. It was already late afternoon. The day had passed very
quickly. Susanna gave me some documentation to go through; details of
college procedures and so forth. "Now get yourself some supper and have
an early night. Don't forget to iron your washed knickers before you go
to bed - get into the habit of keeping your underwear nicely laundered.
And if you need to wank again, make sure you collect it in a glass and
drink it, OK?" She left me with a peck on the cheek. I realised I was
very tired. It had been an exhilarating day. But before I fell asleep I
found it was necessary to obediently drink another dose of cum.
Susanna arrived early next morning, just as I was leaving the shower.
"Dry yourself off, then put on your suspender-belt and stockings," she
instructed. "We've decided that we need to make your body feel more
feminine as it's obvious that you're too easily aroused by wearing silky
knickers. She fondled my cock and it was soon rock hard. She milked it
dry and I swallowed the cum. She held some black panties for me to step
into. "These Maidenform lycra control panties will help to make you feel
more feminine by restricting your naughty male urges," she explained. She
pulled them up to mid thigh. She showed me how to insert a pantie liner
in them. "In case you leak!" Then she told me how to gently push my balls
back up into my body and to tuck my cock between my legs, while pulling
the panties up to keep everything in place. "You'll need to practise this
and get yourself properly tucked each morning and every time you use the
loo," she said. "Once you're back home in the evenings you can change
into normal knickers if you want to. But we can't have you distracting
other students during lectures by having a tentpole holding up your
skirt, can we?"
Looking at my reflection in the mirror I saw that I now had a feminine
crotch outline. "Now for your bust," continued Susanna. She cleaned my
chest with some special fluid, then attached some realistic breast forms.
"This medical adhesive will last for several days." She helped me on with
a black bra. The breasts were surprisingly heavy. I put on a dress and
stepped into my shoes. There was no doubt that I felt more girlish with
my cock tucked away and trapped in firm panties, and my new bouncy tits
that felt part of my body.
I asked who was paying for all this special treatment I was getting.
"Well, the college has a fund to help young ladies who would otherwise
find it difficult to be educated here. And our enlightened college
principal has advised that some of the young ladies who need help are
those who thought they were boys when they first arrived. So this fund
has paid for your new clothes, and your new tits, and also pays for
people like me to help new girls like you for the first week or two,
until you get properly settled in." I replied that I had thought she was
another student. "Oh no," she laughed. "I am a specialist in making boys
feel more like girls. But I have my own business in doing this. Usually
the client pays for the service, but this year I have been employed by
the college for a few weeks."
My new outfit certainly made me feel more girly, and actually made me
feel more confident in a skirt. After all, If anyone did get a glance up
my skirt, they would not see any evidence of my maleness!
We spent the day mostly on campus, familiarising myself with the layout,
meeting a few other students (I didn't see any male ones). I met my house
tutor, who explained that the college still saw its role as educating
young ladies. "It's a well known fact that girls are more attentive
students and faster learners than boys. So I hope that you will apply
yourself and get the most out of the education that this college can
offer you." She clearly knew my situation, and I began to feel a tingle
in my cock at the thought of being made to be more and more girlish.
In the evening I changed out of the control panties back into my silky
knickers. They were lovely and soft after the restrictive lycra panties.
But now I was feeling more comfortable - more normal, in fact - in girl's
clothes, and could enjoy the feel of the knickers without getting an
immediate erection.
Susanna came in with another girl. "This is Amanda, who has moved into
the rooms just down the corridor," she said. "I thought you'd like to get
to know each other." She left us and I offered Amanda a drink. We sat on
the settee and Amanda told me where she came from and we found that we
were on the same course. I found her very attractive and I think she
liked me too. She patted my leg and then let her finger trace the outline
of one of my suspender clips through my dress. "Do you like wearing
stockings?" I smiled and nodded. She got up as if to leave and I stood up
too. "Nice to meet you, Didi," she said. I gave her a little hug and was
pleased and not really surprised to find I was not the only one with a
cock in my knickers. We kissed and our hard cocks rubbed against each
other, separated only by the material of our skirts and knickers.
I was acutely aware of being dressed in silky knickers, in stockings and
suspenders, in a dress and not in trousers, in a bra holding my new tits.
I felt really girly, kneeling in front of Amanda, sucking my first cock.
When it spurted into my mouth I eagerly swallowed, and used my tongue and
lips to extract every last drop.
Lianne
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