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'Miss' April and her 'Designated Suitor'
Although I knew that the wicked beautifull demi-goddess that was my
darling mother wouldn't return from her out-of-town dealings until much
later tonight, I had obediently and faithfully kept to her rules and
dressed to the nines for the night in a beautiful pale ice blue satin
evening gown with silver trim and a sexy slit at the side. My now quite
long dark auburn hair was done up in a lustrous high ponytail that was
tied off with a pretty satin bow that matched the dress and I was wearing
a gorgeous pair of silver highheeled sandals. Of course I wore the
appropriate jewelry and I was perfectly made up, false lashes and all. I
was wearing my prettiest undies and a pair of delicious tan-coloured
nylons. Nothing but perfection was enough for mother. I'd had a small
meal and I had just settled on the couch with a girly drink when 'mother'
called to tell me that her solicitor would come by to bring round some
papers for her to sign. She told me she'd be home around ten and I was to
stand in for her and keep the gentleman entertained until her return. I
don't think she meant anything directly sexual with that but I'm certain
that putting me in an uncomfortable and potentially disconcerting
position is definitely part of her kind of tactics. Me being home alone,
all glammed up, being set-up to meet with a relative stranger was
certainly still quite scary, especially in the light of her recent
hinting at and mercilessly teasing me about me supposedly starting to get
attracted to men. Even worse was the fact that she may actually be right
as the concept of being desired, especially by men, seemed to be an
intregral and natural part of becoming the irresistible young lady in the
mirror. Mother herself insisted that the pretty miss I must become,
should always be acutely aware of the effect such a young lady has on
men, and if you hadn't guessed already, mother is always right.
Sir Geoff was a quite handsome, conservative looking gentleman in his
late fifties. I had met the gentleman briefly before but only in company
of mother. I was not certain how much she had told him. Of course, as a
'friend of the family' he must know that my parents never had a daughter.
Sir Geoff was mother's solicitor but he had also been a longtime
businesspartner of my late father and for some reason I was quite sure
that Sir Geoff was on the level with and by the sound of it even quite
supportive towards my depraved mother's imaginative ministrations to
completely feminize her obviously already effeminate son. When asked, she
usually tells the 'o so very respectable' town's people that she was
totally unselfishly supporting her troubled son with his gender confusion
issues. Only a small circle of her peculiar friends knew that my 'pillar
of the community' mother was really a rather depraved woman who had
caught her kinky son crossdressing and who had fallen in love with the
idea of transforming him into her ultra feminine plaything, her own
living Barbie doll.
It hadn't just been about having me dressed as a girl on a daily basis.
Just making me a girl wasn't enough so mother decided I had to become the
ultimate feminine little miss who would only be allowed to dress in silks
and satins, who wore girdles with real nylon stockings and who always
wore the prettiest of high heeled shoes. It was going to be ribbons, bows
and lace all the way. Money played no role and my closet was now filled
with sophisticated cocktail dresses, glistening evening gowns, impossibly
narrow pencil skirts and the most glamorous silk blouses. I owned several
pairs of beautiful high heeled shoes and my drawers were filled with the
most luxurious lingerie, foundations and stockings. I basically was made
to live like a stylized grown-up version of one of these junior pageant
princesses. Of course it wasn't as ridiculous, as mother had excellent
taste in matters of fashion and style but just saying I looked overtly
feminine was not enough. I had to be precious and exquisite now and I was
only allowed to speak, act and move accordingly. The young lady that now
accompanied mother on her out of town shopping sprees was a picture of
beauty and refinement. She was stunning and sophisticated, an overtly
delicate and feminine delight. She possessed a true vintage moviestar
glamour, a rarity in today's age for a young miss her age.
Of course I couldn't complain much as this had all started when she
accidentally walked in on me in the old attic. I had been completely
dressed as a girl and was posing in front of a large mirror. I had been
experimenting with dressing up as a girl there since I found this
strangely fascinating suitcase filled with all kinds of ladies attire, a
pair of high heeled shoes and even a wig. In hindsight I'm not completely
sure if me discovering the mysterious suitcase had been completely
accidental. Anyway, that's when 'mother' took charge of things.
Mother had been intrigued as she had watched watched her 16 year old son
admire his own girlified reflection in the full length mirror. She
watched him elegantly spin around, his skirt and petticoat swirling with
him. She smiled as she watched her son throw his reflection a little
kiss. He looked as if in bliss, captivated and enthralled in his/her
femininity and mother had fallen in love with the sight of pure and
wondrous femininity that had come alive right in front of her. With his
slender near hairless body and his refined features he would be perfect.
He had everything to become sugar and spice and a whole lot of nice. Her
beautiful glamorous princess, overtly feminine and elegant, a pristine
doll whose beauty was soon to rival her own.
No longer would he be allowed to be a rough and disobedient adolescent
boy. He must become mother's doll, a picture perfect, sweet, and and
adorable young lady....
Several months went by since and under the inspiring guidance of my
mother I had entered into a fairy world of hopelessly delicate debutantes
and helpless fragile damsells. Mother was revelling in her new power and
sheer dominance over me. Her enthusiasm and the obvious pleasure she
seemed to get from my virtual subjugation clearly said that it was at
least partly for her own depraved sexual satisfaction.
I hadn't actually been as if I had to be forced as mother made shure that
my up to then hidden desires and fetishes were well catered for and under
these extraordinary circumstances we may find it much easier to do and
think what we are told than to make these decisions and choices
ourselves. In the end things are not our responsibillity anymore either
and that almost results in a feeling of freedom... As long as those
things don't clash with more deepfounded needs or wants we may have, it's
a hell of an attractive concept. And of course the silk dresses,
luxurious lingerie and the stockings were completely intoxicating. I
never had had a chance against such temptations.
So when Sir Geoff had arrived with the papers I had first showed him to a
chair and poured the gentleman a brandy. When I went to put mother's
papers on her desk, my mind was racing and i was close to panicking,
wondering what my next action should be but when I returned Sir Geoff was
already confidently sitting back in his chair, sipping his brandy and
quietly smoking a cigar, seeming completely on top of the situation.... I
only found out later that Sir Geoff, apparently having a penchant for
this kind of very overt and deliberate femininity, had already shown an
active interest in my development and had been keenly aware of mother's
little scenario from the beginning....
"Your darling 'mother' has made you look so very very lovely and feminine
now, April my dear," said Sir Geoff, virtually drooling over my new
appearance. Gaining some confidence out of his reaction, I put my hands
on my hips and couldn't resist striking a sexy pose, glancing coyly over
my shoulder at him and drawing the slit in my pretty evening gown up my
thigh a bit higher, suggestively showing off a large part of my smooth
stockinged leg to this lecherous older man. "You are becoming quite a bit
of an irresistible little seductress, honey," the elderly 'Don Juan'
mumbled, only just keeping himself from salivating. Then he put down his
drink and his cigar, nervously took a few steps toward me and now,
standing quite close to me, proceeded to gently slip his arm around my
waist. "Now tell me, darling....Your delightful 'mother' tells me that
once you are all dressed up as the little lady we agreed you must become
now, you desperately want to be held and kissed by a real man. Is that
true, sweetheart?"
"Yes sir," I mumbled, still slightly disconcerted by admitting it.Up to
recently I still tried to deny it but it was true, as soon as I pictured
myself as the glamorous young miss 'mother' made me portray, the mere
thought of men lusting after me got me all tingly and excited. The whole
time when I was mincing around the house in a pretty cocktail dress, full
make-up and hair, wearing my highest heels, images of me being in the
arms of and passionately making out with masculine older men kept racing
through head to the point where I would actually cream my pretty girly
panties at the mere thought." Does that include more mature men too, my
darling April?" Sir Geoff continued, smiling expectantly, meaning that
'mother' had probably already briefed him on the details of my daydream
suitors.
I timidly flustered, "Yes sir," as the men in my fantasies had actually
exclusively been somewhat portly masterfull older gentlemen who always
wore a conservative suit and tie. Which was probably why my depraved
'mother' had set me up to be alone with Sir Geoff, who fitted the profile
perfectly. Now understanding where this was supposed to go, I felt a
shiver of excitement and anticipation going through me and at that moment
I actually had to keep myself from shaking oncontrollably as I realised I
was about to give myself to this depraved elderly aristocrat to do with
me as he pleases by my own (relatively)free will. Sir Geoff, breathing
heavily, had obviously taking his cue from my reply and now his large
manly hands were holding me possessively around my waist whilst my
delicate manicured hands with the shiny salon nails were resting on his
shoulders. And then he moved in to kiss me, and just like in my daydreams
I immediately felt incredibly feminine and totally receptive towards his
romantic avances.
The anxiety leading up to that first, still almost shy kiss had already
gotten me to go weak at the knees, but when our mouths then met again
with less platonic intentions and Sir Geoff began to French kiss me
deeply and passionately, I was close to a spontaneous orgasm. I can still
remember tasting the manly aroma of cigar smoke and whiskey on his
breath, and the urgency of his thick muscular tongue invading me like it
was his manhood. I wanted to drive him crazy with lust and desire for me
and when I noticed his bulging manhood already growing throbbing hard
against my belly I just gyrated my silk-encased young body against his as
erotically as possible. By now his hands were everywhere, caressing my
bum, my stocking tops through silk of my dress and then back to
possessively pulling me against him whilst still frenching me
passionately. Totally in ecstasy I moaned softly in between kisses. This
successfull professional older man was so much stronger than me but
however forcefull and passionate he held me, he still held me like I was
something precious and delicate. I think I'm falling in love....with
being made to be April.
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