Stripped down, I looked much like a young girl, thanks to the female hormones I had been forced to take and the figure changing garments I was forced to wear. To begin with, I had breasts, cute size A+ breasts with formed nipples and nice size areolas. Then the special panties and Janice's handiwork kept my testes inside of me and hidden. Further I had developed some shapely hips and a shapely butt. The binder that I wore day and night had slimmed my waist, slowly pushing in my ribs and...

And I asked myself if this exposure to my mom could get any more humiliating and I was hoping it would not, but I sort of knew it would.Of course Cookie suggested the speciality store and explained the store specialized in dressing boys up as girls and was the source of my cover-ups and my padding and that the women there were very accepting in helping boys find their girl selves, and seemed to enjoy doing so. Mom for some inexplicable reason to me couldn't wait to see the place and we were...

EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS Maid Training, Female Domination, Gender Transformation

One becomes used to just about anything. Beth was always servile enough to me but would grin just a little sardonically as if she'd send Frances - I mean Frank - off to do various things to show her domination over the guy. And what could I say as they gradually feminized the poor lad? His hair gradually became more girlish, then his nails. Then more makeup - and naturally earrings. I don't know who blushed the most, him or me, when he appeared in his first full maid uniform, apron and...

I knew immediately that there was no sense in struggling. Knew that she was straonger than me. On top of that, I felt that I would show a disrespect for my new sister-in-law if I objected. Found myself slipping helplessly into her arms. "My turn! My turn!" Carol was saying and, still breathless, I was floated from Sylvia to Carol, very conscious of my woman's shape on the water as I transfered from one set of tanned arms to another, my own soft pale arms looking weak and womanish. My breasts...

"So? I have a lot of brainwashing to get through to help you accept a lifestyle that I'm sure you're unaccustomed to - but I'm sure that you'll end up loving." "A lifestyle?" I gulped. "Of course! I like my boys to be all soft and sweet. Wearing pretty clothes. be undemanding - do as I want in other words." "I don't know as if I'd like that - not very much," I said, adding the last bit hastily. She had picked me up and was carrying me into her bedroom, talking as she went. "Of course you...

My heart lurched within me as I saw what she had draped over the back of a chair. Through time, I'd learned that what she dressed me in when she wanted me 'femme' was an indication of what was in store for me. Whites, pinks, neutral colors? She just wanted to punish me. The undies draped over the chair were midnight blue.. I was in some trouble, but they were not black, thank God.

EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS Maid Training, Female Domination, Gender Transformation

In the following days a routine developed between Michael/Karen and the two female doctors. In the morning either Sonya or Diane would come upstairs and help their charge get dressed. They would also provide him with reading material to study during the day. The material always covered some issue related to feminine behavior, deportment, make-up or dress. In the evening, one or both of the women would test him on what he had learned and advise the boy on how he might improve. In this way, over...

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I realized she knew far more about my dealings than anyone and anyway? I didn't mind boasting a little about the scams I'd pulled and what I'd done with the money. Didn't tell her how much, naturally. I finished up by telling her what I'd heard on the radio. How I was stuck until the banks opened on Monday. She nodded. "Makes sense now. but there's an easy way to get to your bank without them catching you." "Wow! You sure are smart Emily!" I fawned. "What do you have in mind?" "It's going to...

She thought for a moment. "I'm very complimented by this. At the same time? I'm not very sure if you understand what I want of you. Today would be a drop in the bucket. I'd expect..." "Please darling?" I interrupted. "I said it before and I meant it. I love you and want to make you happy!" (The fact that she was fondling me through the sheer materials of the nightdress and peignoir had absolutely nothing to do with what I'd just said - well maybe a little.) "Okay!" she said. On your own head...

Shades of my Mother catching me! The door to Debbie's room opens and Janice is ushered in by Mrs. Williams - to find me sitting on the edge of Debbie's bed, my face respondent in full makeup, debbie standing over me, a lipstick tube in her hand. "Oh hi Jan!" Debbie smiled a greeting at Janice. "I got so engrossed in doing this that I forgot you were coming over. Hod on a minute. I just want to finish putting Philip's lipstick on!" Then she gives me a playful cuff on the back of the head....

She gave me an appraising glance. "You're becoming very pretty dear. Now hurry to the door - and don't forget. I want you to be an especially good girl tonight! Let my guests see that you're nice and domesticated! Just like all husbands should be!" She eyed me a little. "Though I'm getting less and less sure of the 'husband' part of it. Off with you now!" The references to my gender were becoming more and more numerous, and more and more feminine-related, I thought, hurrying to answer the...

The question is how did I become a firm believer in petticoating and dress disciple? Well, you’d have to go back to two disastrous marriages. I guess I was not the best at picking husbands. So, unlucky in marriage I resigned myself to life as a single woman, and a near destitute one at that. That is until Barbara, my best friend, introduced me to one of her friends, Patrice. “You should meet her. I think you’ll find her rather unusual marriage just the kind you’re looking for,” She said. So I...