Sissykins: A Perfect Sissy

Sissykins: A Perfect Sissy

Susie had called me just before quitting time. I could tell she was excited, her words rapidly flowing out of her mouth, her speech slightly slurred. She wanted me to meet her at our favorite restaurant for dinner, her treat. That in itself was unusual, her job as a stylist for one of the salons in town paid well, but the restaurant we liked was very much on the expensive side. I told her I could be there at five-thirty, a little over an hour from now. I smiled, it is not often my wife gets excited about anything, whatever this is she is totally wound up.

I finished up my work, put things away and headed out. It was about a thirty minute drive to our favorite eatery, the whole trip spent wondering what has happened to make her so jubilant. As I parked she was walking back and forth in front of the place looking for my car. Wow, this news must be awesome for her to get this wrapped up in it. As soon as I parked she was at my car door dragging my body out. Then as she leaned forward she planted an erotic kiss on my lips while squeezing my ass. No complaints from me, but it did make me wonder what her news is. Well wonder is not nearly strong enough, concerned might be a better choice of words. I headed towards the door as she was glued to my side making walking a little difficult.

We were seated right away, since she had called ahead and made reservations. A private booth in one of their alcoves no less. Now I was more than intrigued, this was costing her a bundle, the private booth even too expensive for me to use, when I made reservations for us on occasion. Then to add to the mystery our drinks were brought to us right away, along with an appetizer. She had apparently ordered ahead since we never were offered a menu. I stared at her, trying to get her to spill the beans, I couldn’t even think of anything that could have happened to cause this much excitement for her. All I got was a smirk from her, now she was purposefully denying me the reason for her being so happy. A favorite game of hers when she could manage to pull it off. I asked key questions to try and get some useful information from her, but alas she was on top of her game, vaguely answering my questions but not a hint of what was behind all of this.

I finally gave up, knowing I would not find out anything until she was ready to divulge it. The meal was delicious, everything I loved to eat and never allowed myself to order mainly because of the cost. After we had finished eating the check was brought out. I watched closely as she took a look at it, then reached into her purse and pulled out a platinum Am. Express card. She signed the ticket leaving a tip on it that was quite substantial. The waiter brought her a copy of the bill then closed the curtain around the booth allowing us some privacy. She scooted up right next to me, taking my hand in hers and delivering another toe curling kiss. I was told to remain quiet until she had explained everything, then I will be allowed a question or two. Another erotic kiss and she started in.

Her boss Francine, the owner of the salons came in today and took her out to lunch. Since I was booked up solid another stylist had to take a couple of my customers to free me up. She is building another salon in town a branch of her Turnabout Gurl Salons, the one I am presently employed at.

“I was offered the position of general manager of the new salon, to finish setting it up and hire the necessary staff to run it. I am also responsible for the advertising for the new salon, doing whatever is necessary to make it successful. We talked for over three hours with her giving me some hints on what she envisions for the new salon and how she would like to see it developed.”

“I was reluctant to take the job, since it seemed way above what I could handle. We talked some more while she asked me how I would develop the concept if it was up to me. My mind came up with several ideas, not having a clue where they came from. After I finished telling her my ideas, she reached over and hugged me, telling me I start tomorrow. Before I could say anymore I was handed a sheet with my name on the top, with a salary figure that blew my mind, a long list of benefits and attached to the sheet the American Express card I used tonight. I was given the address of the new salon, with her telling me that it would be ready to accept customers in ten days.”

I was told to take you out to dinner tonight, wining and dining you. Keep in mind that maybe he could fill an essential part in the development of the new salon. Maybe an example of what the new salon could do for its customers. I have been thinking about it all day, and you know she is right. A perfect spot for you, my beloved close to me where I can indulge in some kissing and groping when I desire it. But even better a perfect example of what is possible at the salon. Best of all it is where I can take care of you, seeing to your every need in the days to come.

Now the part you might be reluctant to participate in. The name of the new salon is Turnabout Sissies, where all of the cute sissies come to get sissified and find dreamy clothes to wear. We do everything from changing their apparent gender, to providing the cute dresses a sissy needs to wear. That includes makeup, a cute sissy hairstyle, long elegant nails and many other feminine treatments.

You will be ideal as the perfect sissy, one that prospective customers can look at and see how there own sissy might look after their transformation. No work involved, just allow us to transform you into the perfect sissy, then just be available to be seen when customers arrive.

I scooted away from her wanting to put a little more distance between us till I could figure out exactly what my part in this would entail. She was not to be deterred, following me closely with me now pinned up against the end of the booth. She leaned in and unleashed the big guns, the kiss that I then experienced causing a great turmoil within my body. I wanted to let go and enjoy the kiss, even junior had risen to the occasion, but alarm bells were going off. I doubted if I let my guard down I would be long for the masculine gender. Her hand found my erection and worked its magic, causing a few low moans to escape my lips. Another kiss and I had a hard time remembering my name, much less anything else.

The assault on my senses continued for quite some time, with me finally giving in some and allowing her to try her idea on me. I was sure I would look ridiculous, so one look at the finished product and she will have to make other plans. There was some doubt though, I am far from being classified as a he man, a life behind a desk not much for developing a male physique. At one hundred and thirty pounds and a little over five foot six, my real claim to be male resided with having a substantial male organ. Well, I thought it was substantial. One that my wife adored and took advantage of extensively.

I had mistakenly let my hair grow longer than normal, a fact that might make my transformation easier for her. Too late to do anything about the length now.

She continued her assault, with me twisting and turning trying to keep from coming right there in the restaurant. She sensed how close I was, kissing me hard, her tongue in my mouth almost to my throat. It did muffle my vocal outburst, while I deposited quite a load of goo in my underwear. Then just like nothing happened, she slid out of the booth and dragged me along. Right through the crowded restaurant, my face so red, with my one hand trying to cover up my groin some. I am sure there was quite a wet spot there, the thin pants I wore today not doing anything to hide the problem.

Once outside I looked down at my groin, seeing a huge wet spot, with trails of wetness down both pant legs. I was already bright red, so there was no further enhancement possible in the humiliation department. Suzie’s remark about me wearing diapers in the future not of any help.

She had me leave my car at the restaurant, she would have someone retrieve it tomorrow. I was helped into her car having to sit on a towel so as to not get the seat wet. She headed off looking my way often. To make matters worse she did not drive towards home, but to the new salon. I pleaded with her, but sitting in a puddle of your own cum not very much of a confidence builder. Arriving at the salon I was impressed at the size of the place, meanwhile she was leading me in and back to one of the rooms at the rear of the salon. I was quickly assisted in losing my clothes, the soiled pants and underwear put in a garbage bag. Now naked I was helped up onto a table and secured there, arms and legs in restraints at the side and end of the table. I was in a daze watching what she was doing, but did not utter a peep, content to just watch and hope for the best..

Protesting was now an afterthought, since I was already helpless to do anything about it. She took a towel and cleaned me up. More red showing up, a wife seeing to the aftermath of her effect on me. I found my voice, asking to be let go, then muttering words about how I couldn’t control myself, she just leaned in again and laid another sensuous kiss on me silencing my mutterings.

When she withdrew her face from mine, she had a pair of tongs in her hand, reaching into my mouth with them and grabbing my tongue. I stared at her trying to figure out what she was doing. The tongs had locked onto my tongue, words were now impossible and my mouth was open in disbelief. She placed something around my tongue, right behind the clamped on tongs. I felt her snap something shut and the tongs were removed from my mouth. Whatever she had placed around my tongue was secure, nothing I tried would dislodge it. I tried to say a few words, but nothing came out but gibberish.

She smiled at me, now that we have that mouth controlled we can take care of other matters. I tried to make a pitiful face at her, but she just gave me another kiss and continued with her agenda.

Once more she cleaned around my male organ, then applied an ice pack to the area. I violently twisted and turned trying to avoid the sudden cold. Another string of gibberish escaping my mouth, but to no avail. The ice had started melting before she removed the ice pack, then she started fitting something around my frozen male appendage. I couldn’t feel anything down there still in shock at what was transpiring. I heard a click, then Suzie placed a necklace around her neck with a single key on it. I looked down at my groin now only seeing my penis locked in a tube, with an attached band behind my testicles. My substantial male organ now shrunk and quite pathetic.

Another kiss from Suzie, then she proceeded to slip a diaper under my butt. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping this nightmare would cease to exist once I opened them again. No such luck, the diaper being secured around my body with pink diaper pins. It felt like more than one diaper, so much between my legs I couldn’t put them together any more.

She did gather up both of my hands in hers after releasing me, explaining what she had done and why. The tongue clamp was to limit my ability to complain, you agreed to help and we have to see if you will make a suitable sissy. The chastity device is to make sure you don’t spurt off again. Really right in the restaurant, your timing needs some adjusting. The diaper is to make my life easier, so I don’t have to constantly clean up behind you. Now I need to find you some shoes and a dress and then see what we have managed to accomplish. I was left there hands free but feet still restrained. I laid there wondering where all of this is going, and why I have put up with everything so far.

The dress she came back with was so over the top, a short little piece of nothing that barely covered my groin. Lacey, and covered in pictures of kitties, a most juvenile looking dress. The shoes though took the prize, nothing but a jumble of straps attached to a towering heel. It took her twenty minutes to affix them to my foot, I could see removing them would be nearly impossible. Finally released from the table I was helped to stand, then dragged over to a mirror. As soon as I saw my image I knew all was lost, a cute sissy dressed in heels and a juvenile dress was all there was to see. I imagine when she added other treatments she would have her sissy for advertising purposes. I closed my eyes, let out a huge sigh and tried to think of how I could live with this.

But soon remembered I didn’t have any choice. Already resembling a sissy, with just a dress, diaper and heels, further enhancements likely to put me firmly in the sissy hall of fame.

As if that was not enough, she led me to a chair near a sink, washed and conditioned my hair, then added a spray of something to the lock of hair in her hand then wound it on a curler. Repeated many times over my whole head receiving the curlers. Way too many to count each curler wound tight giving me a slight headache.

Next on her agenda was to do my makeup. She used more makeup than I thought possible, but the image in the mirror reflected the look she was striving for. I looked much younger, and so juvenile. It didn’t even look like I had any makeup on. A stint under the dryer to set my curls, then when she brushed it out I now looked like I was eight or nine years old, just big for my age.

Her smile said it all, I would be her perfect sissy from now on, confined to her salon showing all the customers what their own sissy could look like.

I was then taken home, dressed as a sissy, to be taken care of like a child from now on. When we entered the house, things had changed. The playpen in the middle of the living room an indication of the degree of changes. I was led back to the guest bedroom, to find it had been turned into a nursery. A crib, a changing table and a shelving unit loaded with diapers. My diaper was changed, and then a onesie replaced my infant dress. The heels were replaced by a pair of lacy socks. Ribbons were wrapped around each curl of my hair to keep the curls from getting tangled up during the night. The look so childish.

I was helped up into the crib, a strap secured over my stomach to keep me from rolling out of the crib. The strap buckled underneath the crib, so that I could not release it. A kiss on the end of my nose and she turned on the mobile over the crib. Sleep well Sissykins, you have a long day tomorrow.

I was left there, put to bed and it was not even seven o’clock. She returned about fifteen minutes later with a baby bottle in her hands. I shook my head, not wanting anything to do with what she was planning for me. The nipple of the bottle was slipped into my mouth, my tongue no longer able to push it out. My throat was rubbed a little, causing me to start sucking on the nipple. The warm milk had the desired effect, I was soon asleep after finishing the bottle.

I did wake up later, my diaper soaked, causing me to cry and whine wanting out of the crib along with a dry diaper. Mommy to the rescue, my diaper changed then I was put back in my crib. I did get back to sleep dreaming of cure little sissy dresses and being ogled at the new salon.

She woke me up with a kiss on the nose, then changed my diaper yet again. She dressed me in another sissy dress, this one had tons of petticoats attached, but was so short my diaper was still visible. Off to the salon for my first day of being seen, advertising what the salon could do for their sissy. The salon had not had a grand opening yet, but was open to the public as they finished setting up the styling areas. I was surprised at the number of customers they had so early in the morning, from my vantage point in the play pen near the reception area. I was placed in my home for the day, as a belt was fastened around my waist keeping me in the playpen. I couldn’t unfasten the belt, since my hands had been placed in mittens, rendering them useless.

Most of the females coming into the salon with their future sissies stopped to take in my appearance, telling the receptionist they wanted their sissy to look like me. My future sealed, a sissy for all to see and emulate. A perfect sissy.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Hanna: A Sissy’s Life

Hanna: A Sissy’s Life

It was that time of year again, parties and holiday gatherings, everyone wanting to get in the act somehow. We had hosted a costume party last year, so that left us off the hook for hosting a party this year. Since my wife had several prominent businesses in town, it was kinda of expected that we would come to any party we were invited to. I was a work from home husband, making small investments and dabbling a little in the stock market. I had managed to do quite well when I first started, and banked the proceeds. Essentially we were set for life, providing we didn’t get carried away with our spending.

Janice wanted something to do to keep her occupied, so that is the reason for her businesses. Among her holdings was a beauty salon, that was a branch of a national chain. Then we have her woman’s boutique, where she imported a lot of European fashions, ones that were not normally seen in the U.S. A children’s clothing store was her latest acquisition, occupying most of her time as she revamped it to her liking. The store had a huge unused space that was part of the building, her idea was to open a daycare there. Her idea was as the parents came to drop off their children or pick them up, some of them will shop the clothing store at one time or another. I could see some merit to her idea, so I encouraged her more than I usually did with her other businesses.

We were debating what parties we were going to attend this year, as we consumed the take out food she had picked up on her way home. I was more than happy to partake of her selections, since she had stopped at the local Mexican restaurant I adored. The food was so good, my sudden silence because I was stuffing my face with the goodies.

Party wise we had fifteen invitations, ten of them we were pretty much required to attend, since they were hosted by close friends or business acquaintances of hers. Unfortunately for us our costume party was such a hit last year that eight of the gatherings were going to be costume parties this year. They so liked our party last year that they wanted to use the same idea for theirs. They did vary the theme a little, to keep from all the parties having the same type of costumes involved.

I left the costume selection up to Janice, my total lack of imagination and willingness to dress differently left me out of the picture completely. She had quite a bit of fun choosing parts of our costumes, each day she would have several bags with her when she made it home. The contents were stashed somewhere, and the few questions I had asked of her about the costumes were totally ignored.

The first party ended up getting canceled, the hostess suffering an appendix attack the day before the party. One down and nine more on the schedule. I guess I really didn’t mind the costumes and the party atmosphere but quite a few of the attendees were stuck up, thinking more about their lives and social standing than any thing else. That rubbed me the wrong way. One of the worst was my wife’s sister, although they got along fantastically her sister and I were like oil and water. If given the chance she would go out of her way to annoy or embarrass me. I tried to keep my distance from her, unfortunately she will be at all of the remaining parties.

The biggest party was scheduled at the end of the week, it was so big that they had rented out the high school gym to have the party at. Janice made sure I would be available the day of the party, since a few things had to be done to me before my costume could be donned. I should have inquired more at her revelation, but decided whatever it was I would have to live with it.

Early the next morning I was shoved out of bed by a giggling Janice, dressed in some sweats and dragged from the house. A short ride to her salon and pushed in, then back to a private room in the back. Undressed, then slathered in a cream by one of her employees. I was suddenly red, the embarrassment at being seen naked too much for me this early in the day. A little while later the cream was wiped off, my body hair leaving with the cream.

After the back side was treated the same way, they focused on my hair. Washed and conditioned, than cut in a style, followed by being set in curlers. I looked at Janice skeptically, her smirk the only reaction from her. Letting my hair grow down to my shoulders perfect for what she had in mind for me today. Once the curlers were all in place my eyebrows were shaped, my ears pierced, then some makeup was applied to my face. The image in the mirror in front of me was no longer masculine, but by the same token I was not overly feminine in looks. The curlers were removed, my hair brushed then placed in curly pigtails, with curly bangs across my forehead, and a few tendrils of loose curls over each ear. The pigtails were secured by the use of tons of ribbon, secured around each bunch of hair, then tied in a bow with the remaining streamers flowing down my back and shoulders.

A robe was slipped on my shoulders and I was taken to one of her stores a couple of blocks away. When she walked up to her children’s clothing store door I put on the brakes.

Being naked under the robe with my hair in pigtails left me at a disadvantage. I soon found myself in one of their dressing rooms, the robe removed and goose pimples sprouting all over my body. Janice left me there for a few minutes, as she gathered up the other parts of my costume. When she reappeared the bundle of clothing she was carrying did not look favorable to my wish for a costume I could live with. She grabbed the first item on top of the pile and approached me asking me to open my mouth. I saw it was a gag of some sort, debating in my mind if I will succumb to its insertion or put up a fuss. She hesitated for a minute then pointed to the cuffs now on top of the pile. I presume if I make a fuss I will indeed be wearing the gag, with maybe other types of restraints added to the mix.

The gag fit tightly behind my teeth, with parts of it encircling my tongue. She used a tool to secure everything, my tongue now trapped securely in its embrace. She did set the cuffs to the side, my reaction to that one of great relief. I was blindfolded, a huge scarf used to accomplish the feat. I felt her playing with my male appendage, with him quickly rising to attention as she touched it. I felt a cool spray then nothing. I imagine she was still working in that area, but couldn’t be sure since I could feel nothing down there.

I felt some stockings being rolled up my leg, and secured to something wrapped around my waist. Next was a bra, slipped over my arms and fastened behind my back. I felt her slide my foot into some shoes, the sudden arch of my foot implying heels of some sort. Then a dress slid over my head. There seemed to be way too much fabric involved here, since I felt like I was swallowed entirely within its embrace. I finally felt my head emerge from all of the fabric, the dress buttoned up my back. Earrings for my new piercings, then some type of glove slid over my hands. The glove felt wet but as slippery as they were I figured I could easily escape their embrace. My blindfold was removed, the image I saw after my eyes adjusted to the light quite a shock. I was dressed like a young girl, maybe six or seven years old.

I was told to stay there as she had to change into her costume. As she went to her office to change in walks her sister. I am eyed up immediately, a bigger then huge smirk appearing on her face. I am carefully examined, even raising my skirt to see what was under it. I tried to hold it down but the gloves were getting stiff, keeping me hindered in my ability to evade her probing. She stepped away for a few moments then returned with the handcuffs hanging from her finger. Before I could escape my hands were captured and secured behind my back. With the gag I could not holler for help, so I was hopeless.

I moaned quite a bit, the only sound I could make. She went to get her purse, then returned with something in her hand. I was pushed over to a table and laid across it with my hair ribbons secured to the legs of the table on the opposite table. She raised the back of my skirt, sticking a finger in my anus. She wiggled it a little with me trying to escape her actions. Then I felt something larger being stuck in my ass, then in one push it was shoved in all the way. I felt a little movement near my groin, the feeling slowly returning to that organ. I felt a click, the intruder she had inserted now secured to the apparatus around my male appendage. It was severally restricting, my male organ suffering and the intruder in my ass pulled hard to the front, causing all kinds of discomfort in my butt.

She released me from the table as she lowered my skirt helped me to stand up, suggesting that I ignore what she had done or she will expose me at the party. Janice returned dressed as a Nanny, her low cut blouse and apron showing off her cleavage and breasts. Her sister and her hugged, then talked about what the party we were headed to was going to be like. I was led from the store to Janice’s car with me being sat in the back seat. I almost came out of the car when my butt hit the seat, her intruder being shoved deeper into my backside. That also pulled my male organ back, since the two were attached. I squirmed but was having a hard time lifting my butt off the seat. The gloves she had put on me earlier were now stiff, my fingers unable to move or bend. I finally had to just relax letting my butt fall to the seat, as I was impaled to the hilt. Her sister Beth has been watching me, her bigger than normal smile and subsequent smirk quite obvious. Janice had no clue what had been done to me, since my outward appearance had not changed since she dressed me.

It was a long tortuous drive to the high school gym, then the realization I would be trussed up this way until the party was over, almost three hours from now. I was helped out of the car, Beth doing the honors. The smile on her face was huge as she made me slide to the door then helped me stand up. My legs were weak, sliding on the seat doing all kinds of weird things to my intruder and male appendage. I eventually recovered some and was able to walk the remainder of the way to the party.

Since I could not talk, I was kept close to them as they wondered the gym talking to all of their friends. I was introduced as Janice’s sissy, out for a stroll before it was my bed time. I did make it two hours into the party without any more disasters. Then Beth came up to me grabbing my arm and leading me towards the center of the gym. I did my best to resist but found myself next to several others near several mattresses spread out on the floor of the gym. My fellow subjects were dressed like babies one other dressed as a sissy like me. We were laid down on the mattresses, then made to cuddle each other. I got matched up with the other sissy, our wrists secured together with scarves. I looked around for Janice, hoping she would come and save me from Beth.

No such luck, an hour later I was still cuddled next to my fellow sissy, who had fallen asleep. I did notice Janice coming my way, hoping that she would remove me from this disaster. She did untie my wrists and led me to her car, the dreaded seat again as I was made to sit, then slide further over. My whole rear end was somewhat numb now, but I still felt it more than I expected. Back to our house, Beth coming in for a few minutes. Janice went to change as Beth removed the intruder and did something with the thing around my male organ. I heard several clicks again, letting out a big sigh. She kissed me on the lips, then seeing the tool Janice had used on my gag, picked it up and dropped it into her purse. A sinister smile and she was gone, as she yelled to Janice she would see her tomorrow. I drooped my head, screwed again, probably better than Beth has been able to do so in the past.

I was led to the bedroom and helped out of my dress, the heels were removed and the stockings with them. She checked my little fella, then searched for a key to unlock him from his chastity cage. She muttered about not remembering using a lock, but still went through all her keys searching for one that would work. Finding nothing that would work she told me she would get someone to cut the lock off tomorrow. The same was done to my gag, I could tell she was getting frustrated since the tool for it was now missing. I got a couple of kisses to make it all better, then she went to the kitchen to get me something to drink. When she returned she had a baby bottle with her, she leaned my head back, opened my lips and squeezed the liquid into my mouth, It was messy but I did get something to drink and a little nourishment also. She had to clean me up, more of it on my face then what had landed in my mouth.

Next was the bathroom, where I was taken to the commode and pushed down on it. Since my cage would not come off, I had to sit to pee. I was handed some toilet paper, but I just held up my hands stiff and unable to grab a hold of anything. She left to get something from her vanity, but was gone for several minutes. When she returned she told me that the solvent for the gloves was also missing, wondering what was going on. She had me spread my feet wider apart and used the toilet paper to wipe for me. She debated finding a pair of panties for me, but decided to get to my play toy the panties would just be in the way.

She laid me in bed, then spooned me from behind, pulling me close to her and holding me tightly. She did woman handle me most of the night, my thingy played with even though he was in a chastity cage, My nipples were rubbed and squeezed, now I had two more spots on my body that were sore and abused. I tried to get her attention the next morning I had to pee in the worst way, and feared any more delay and I would wet the bed. Janice did wake up and seeing my distress took me to the bathroom. Afterwards she told me I would be left at the daycare for the day, that way someone could help me when needed. Besides you can play with the young females since you will be dressed just like them. After putting on her clothes, she dressed me in another frilly dress, minus the stockings and heels. With my hand in hers she led me out of the house, into the car and buckled in. I sure didn’t want to be left in the daycare, but since I could not take care of myself I saw no other option. I was getting hungry, what I have received in the last twenty four hours almost nothing.

I was led into the daycare, the ladies working there giggling at my appearance. Janice explained what needed to be done, then told the ladies to make sure I got to play with the other girls later. I was led off to another separate room and fed a bottle. Still messy, but it sure hit the spot. Whatever was in it tasted much better than what Janice had fed me last night. Then another lady entered carrying a diaper with her. I tried to back pedal some, but she soon had a hold of my arm laying me on a table. She explained that if they could not help me when I needed to go to the bathroom, this will keep me from messing up my pretty dress. I sighed, then allowed her to put the diaper on me. Attired in the diaper I was laid in a crib and a belt tightened around my waist to keep me from falling out of the crib. The side was left down, since I had to hop up in the crib, I weighed too much to lift. A pacifier was stuck in my mouth, although with the gag I could not suck on it, she thought I looked cute with it. The ribbon was tied behind me, keeping it secure and not able to fall out. No way for me to get it out, my hands still useless.

I dozed off, yesterday events still quite clear in my mind. At least, when I am asleep I can tune some of that out. I was awakened with a hand on my thingy, checking to make sure it was still securely locked up. When my eyes focused on who was touching me down there I saw Beth. Apparently she had unpinned my diaper, it laying loose around my body. I panicked, looking around for someone to save me. She leaned closer, kissing me on the nose.

“I just had to come and see you before I left the area, my work almost done but still a few things that I need to finish.” She pulled my lips back and squirted something into my mouth, it tasted horrible and was sticky.

“That will glue your teeth to the metal in the gag, assuring that your silence will be permanent. A sissy does not need to talk, just to do as she is told. Now what can we do about that thing in the chastity cage?”

She moved it around a little bit, then after some contemplation removed the lock from the cage. Before it had a chance in inflate some she pulled it into a sleeve, then placed the sleeve against a spot on my groin. More of that glue was used to glue the head of my penis to the sleeve, since a portion of it was sticking out of the sleeve. Then she glued the sleeve to my groin, the tip right next to my ass hole. A silicone vagina was pulled out of a bag and glued over everything as she matched the hole in it to my anus, then assured the edges were all smooth and glued down.

She whispered in my ear, that any penetration of my anus will rub against the head of my penis, most likely causing an eruption of that organ. My cum flowing out of my new slit. The glue is almost permanent, needing surgical removal to dispose of it. Since your thingy is glued inside the sleeve, that might cause you to permanently lose your favorite play toy. Now one last thing and I will leave you alone. She removed a syringe from her bag and stuck it in my arm, depressing the syringe filling me with its contents. A big smile appeared then she explained she had injected me with a slow release hormone, lasting for several years. Once you secondary female characteristics are formed I doubt they will vanish when the hormone level subsides.

“Now Janice has a sissy for real, one that will do what ever she wants. If you fail to please her I am not sure you will be able to find anyone to take of you. Food and basic bodily functions now requiring lots of help. You do not have to thank me, it is the least I can do for you. Be good and I will keep an eye on you from afar, I am sure Janice will not be pleased with what I have done, but somebody had to do it. Give me a kiss and I will be going.”

She leaned over me and kissed my nose again, the tears coming from my eyes running alongside my nose and dripping into my mouth.

One of the gals from the daycare came into the room, as Beth walked out. She checked on me that hurriedly left the room. I heard some shouting from the other room, the lady telling someone to get a hold of Janice and get her here immediately. I closed my eyes, hoping that all of this was a bad dream. Unfortunately when they re-opened again it was no dream. Janice came into my vision and I reached up with my arms to hold her. She undid the belt holding me to the crib, then encompassed me in a giant hug. I was hugged hard feeling her tears dripping on my face. We stayed like that for quite some time, the feeling of being loved meant so much to me. As I calmed down some she appraised my body to see what changes had been made to me. Then I saw her reach to the end of the crib and pull down a note that had been left for her.

She read the note keeping one hand on my body so that I would not feel alone. She must have re-read the note several times since she seemed to take forever. Lots more tears were shed by her, as she grabbed me again and hugged me extra hard. She never read me what was on the note, I presumed Beth told her what she had done to me. All most likely permanent, leaving me helpless to even make it to the next day.

Things changed that day, from that day forward I was never left alone for even one minute, someone or Janice to look after me and my needs. The only thing Janice could reverse was the gloves that got stiff on my hand. With a new bottle of solvent the gloves slid off leaving me able to bend my fingers once again. That was curtailed some when I received extensions on my fingernails, but they were so pretty, so I didn’t mind the new restrictions on the use of my fingers.

I never spoke another word even though Janice found someone that might be able to remove my gag, I shook my head when she told me about the procedure, but I stomped my foot shaking my head no when she asked if I didn’t want to be able to talk again. Janice found several new play toys that she could use to please me, and with my fingers able to bend again I managed to get her to scream in ecstasy quite often.

The hormones did their job, my hips filling out and my breast forms replaced by the real thing in a one size larger cup. My skin got softer, my complexion was like porcelain, not a blemish anywhere. Even my lashes lengthened, now I could save on the use of mascara. I felt bad that somebody had to be with me all the time, but I loved being cared for and watched after.

The first Christmas we received a package from out west. It was addressed to me, so I hurriedly opened it to find a card and a piece of paper attached to it. The card said Merry Christmas, the attached paper was a new birth certificate in the name I now used. Janice had attempted to get one for me earlier, but was denied every time she tried. I looked it over then noticed the gender box said female with sissy in parenthesis. I had this huge smile on my face, Beth was keeping an eye on me from afar, this just proving that fact. Hanna is a real sissy and loved to bits, I couldn’t be happier. A sissy life, to be loved and treasured forever.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Joy: Halloween Princess

Joy: Halloween Princess

I was looking forward to our annual Halloween Ball, the chance to dress up in costume, and mingle with the people that work for us is always enjoyable. The business in question is actually my wife’s, passed down from her Mother to her a couple of years ago. I help in the business, mainly in public relations as Ginger my wife concentrates on the actual day to day decisions of the company. It is a quite good sized business with almost five hundred employees. In our area of the state we are the primary source of jobs and income, so we are respected and catered to often.

The Halloween festivities are especially looked forward to by Ginger, with her doing something special every year. This year she chose two charities to raise funds for, something she has done in the past but not at the Halloween Ball. Ginger always handled our costumes, usually with me finding what I was wearing as it was set out for me to put on. She preferred a big fancy ball gown, usually of some extravagant fabric with most of her bosom on display. It was always tasteful, but as far as I am concerned so erotic. It was not uncommon for me to spend the entire ball with a hard-on, one that would not relent. Every glance at her causing a drop of moisture to escape the tip of my male organ.

In years past I have been a pirate, a policeman, even a cute pussycat, with whiskers over a foot long. Every year I pester her to find out what she has in mind for me, each year I am teased with lots of responses, of which none of them turn out to be what I end up as. I think she enjoys that part as much as me actually dressing in the costume.

Every year she makes sure there is plenty to eat, several bands for dancing and lots of beverages, albeit non with alcohol. The employees were encouraged to bring their spouses, leaving their kids at the local school that was set up to baby sit the children, staffed by volunteers. She had a smaller costume contest for the kids the actual day of Halloween where every child received a prize and, of course, lots of candy.

For the ball itself prizes were available for best costume, best furry critter, best cartoon character and scads more. The prizes were substantial, usually ranging around the thousand dollar mark. To make it fair management and supervisors were excluded from the contest prizes, they having their own contest held privately.

This year she spent a lot of time preparing her surprise, a lot of phone conversations were involved as she planned this all out. I kind of thought it had to do with the two charities, but it was only a guess on my part.

We used our shipping warehouse to hold the ball in, the items usually in the warehouse housed temporarily in semi-trailers in an adjacent parking lot. Not a minor task since it took sixty-one semi-trailers to empty the warehouse. The decorations she had arranged for were better than most years, with a huge dais right in the middle of the warehouse spiraling fifteen feet above the warehouse floor. It had taken them three days to build it, the talk now all over the company about its use for the ball. Lots of lights, ribbons, hanging ghosts and goblins, everything that might have some connection to the Halloween theme adorned the walls and the ceilings of the warehouse.

Every year I arranged press coverage of the Ball, the publicity good for the company. Of the reporters that were invited to see the preparations for the ball, the dais seemed to attract the most attention. Everyone that saw it was curious wanting to know what it was for. Unfortunately, Ginger was the only one who knew and she was tight lipped. Her suggestion to anyone that asked her was to come back the night of the ball and find out for themselves. In a way that was good publicity for us, sure to get us favorable press coverage, possibly a front page story.

Privately I asked Ginger what she had in mind, wanting to know a little more so I could slant the press coverage the right way. I hoped to get a straight answer from her before she realized what I had asked, but like usual all I got was a huge smile whispering in my ear that I will be one of the first to know the night of the ball.

I knew better than to ask any more, she was going to keep her secret no matter what. It was coming down to the wire, everything in place, as people were talking about the ball both employees and the area residents, the interest seemed off the chart this year. At the last minute, she arranged for some more semi-trailers making the space twice as large as an adjacent warehouse was also emptied. The decorations were spread out, still making quite a show even though they were less of them in any given area. She upped the food orders and arranged for the local sheriff’s office to provide security for the ball. I raised my eyebrows at her latest actions, but she had proven in the past her ability to make correct judgments in anything she attempts, so I let it ride. I was now super curious about the dais and her surprise for the ball. I even ease dropped on a couple of her phone conversations trying to get some info on what she was planning but learned essentially nothing.

The day before the ball I was told to plan on staying home, my fitting for the costume would be handled at home and then I would be transported to the ball. Another raising of the eyebrows, but again that is all she said, discussion over with. She often handles things this way, since her record is almost flawless in any endeavor she attempts, who am I to question her actions. That did not stop me from being curious, a whole day to be fitted for a costume? No answers forthcoming, so I decided to keep quiet and wait for my fate.

The day of the ball came way too soon, I had gone to bed around midnight, Ginger still up handling things when I slipped under the covers. The next morning I was kissed on the lips to wake me, something she often does, something I am most happy to endure. She popped a pill in my mouth and made me drink some water from a bottle that she had with her. A vitamin I was told to make sure I made it through the day without falling asleep. I made it as far as the bathroom and sat on the toilet and that is the last thing I remember.

If only I knew what she was planning? Unbeknownst to me my day was going to be filled as quite a few ladies descended on me to transform me into what Ginger had arranged. I was given the pill shortly after nine AM and would not wake from my induced sleep until a little after six PM.

When I started to come around my vision was blurred, I could see objects but not what they were. It was like my head was in a fog. Slowly my mind started to function a little and I tried to ask a question. I found something in my mouth, my tongue not moving and then realized I was gagged. I tried to move my hands to my mouth to remove the gag, but they were unable to help, since they never left the side of my body. I tried to move my feet and the same thing was happening there. I was able to move them a few inches, but then something stopped any further movement.

As I lay there I tried to figure out what had happened to me. The pill I think I remember her giving me must have knocked me out, I felt weight on my chest, and a tight restriction on my waist. Whatever I was wearing was fitted close to my body above the waist and had many layers below the waist since I was laying on quite a few layers of material. My feet were arched, my legs sliding against each other sending waves of pleasure through my body, even though they were restricted some. Oh my gawd I am dressed as a female. That sudden realization making me nervous as my heart started beating wildly.

I breathed in some trying to get enough air to ease my apparent panic. I smelled a sweet perfume, for some reason it just became apparent to my senses. I quickly wondered how far she had went in my costume choice, the perfume that I smelled most likely from my body. I moved my head a little, feeling earrings swinging from my earlobes. I also felt longer hair against my neck, some of it I was apparently laying on since I felt it restricted movement, as if it was caught under me.

I became aware of someone holding their head above mine, a fuzzy image most likely a woman from the image. She leaned closer and started talking to me.

“I see you have awoken, now listen carefully as I have only time to tell you this once. Blink your eyes if you understand.”

I blinked twice and felt the longer lashes touching each other. Gawd I seem to be immersed in this feminine sea, I sure hope the lifeboat doesn’t capsize. Heck I hope there is a lifeboat.

“You are the centerpiece of my Halloween surprise. Dressed in a beautiful ball gown, one of my previous gowns that I wore just last year and every inch a female. That includes real breasts and a cute slit that I am dying to take advantage of. The purpose you will hear a little later when I introduce you to the crowd. Incidentally we have a full house almost six thousand tickets have been sold, both ball rooms full and a line standing outside waiting to come in later. You have done well, all of your press buddies are here, waiting to take pictures of the occupant of the dais, which is going to be you. Since you will be standing the whole time your feet might get a little sore, I will make sure they are soothed later after the ball.”

“I knew you would want to help me in this way, since a little birdie whispered in my ear about your interest in feminine lingerie while in high school. You should not keep secrets like this from your wife, no telling where it will lead. Well tonight you are in some sexy silk lingerie, your breasts and cute slit nestled in two exceptional examples of imported silk lingerie from France. Time for you to take your place of honor, princess of the ball. Be good for me, the rewards after will more than be worth the sacrifice you have made for me.”

I felt her kiss me, then I was lifted by others and taken out to my home for the evening. I felt strong arms carry me somewhere, the noise getting quite loud and the nearby people gasping as I came into view. I was placed on to a metal platform and was soon lifted to my perch. I was moved off the platform and attached to the dais at my ankles and to a pole rising from the back of the dais at my wrists. I was hoping to be untied, or at least the gag removed but neither happened. Somebody arranged my dress around me and I heard the lift lower. I sighed, alone on my royal perch. I could lean against the metal pole for support, my feet could move a few inches in either direction but my wrists attached to the pole kept the rest of me in place.

A few minutes later I heard Ginger’s voice welcoming everyone to the annual Halloween Ball. She mentioned about the food and dancing then told everyone that the hours of the ball had been extended for this special evening, the festivities will conclude at two AM that is six hours from now. I groaned into the gag, although I doubt anyone could hear me for the noise from the crowd.

She mentioned to be sure to pick up your ballots at the base of the dais, vote for your choice of options and then deposit them in the box found in the same location. “Our princess needs your input to help her decide her fate. During the evening I will make people aware of the results of the voting so far. If you want a more direct say in what options are offered for our princess, a hundred dollar donation to either of our charities will get you a special ballot, allowing you to vote for specific options to be applied to our princess. A donation of five hundred dollars will get you a dance with our princess after midnight. Time for the dance is limited so be sure to get your donations in early.”

“Now a little bit about our gorgeous princess. You all know her, an upstanding member of the community who participates in everything worthwhile. She is a friend to most of you, helping when necessary and donating time and money to any worthwhile cause. She is a member of most every civic organization in the area, and past president of the chamber of commerce. She has volunteered herself tonight, to be a part of this Halloween ball, hoping to encourage you to support these two worthwhile charities as she feels so strong about them. Maybe guide her in her options for the future, something she will be eternally grateful for.”

“Ladies and Gentleman may I introduce my husband and soul mate Joel, who for the future will be known as Joy, our Halloween Princess.”

I heard a roar of applause, my face turning bright red instantly. The applause went on and on for longer than I thought possible. I guess me dressed as a female was something for them to be excited about. I heard my new name called out often from the crowd below that alone kept my face on the pink side for most of the evening. I tried to figure out why me, my time in high school wearing a piece of lingerie lasted for maybe five minutes before my sister caught me. She threatened me with public exposure if I ever did it again, a threat I took seriously. I am not even sure if I enjoyed the five minutes in her panties, since it was so short. I did fantasize about it for months afterward, but the threat of exposing me to my high school classmates pretty much eliminated any desire to do it again.

I wondered if my marriage to Ginger was slipping away. For her to put me through this without advance warning might be the first sign. The music did help pass away the time, for some reason they played all of my favorites from the fifties and sixties. A little while later Ginger came back on the PA asking if everybody was having fun. The amount of cheering and shouting kind of pointing to that conclusion.

“Now it is time to give you the latest results of our election of options for Joy. First is the option to allow her to return to the role of a male. That option received fifteen votes. Second option is to continue in the role of a female for at least a year. That option received thirty-two votes. Third and last option is for Joy to live and work as a female for the rest of her life. That option received one hundred and fifty-one votes. It is not looking good for Joel here. Be sure you get your vote in, only three more hours before the ballot box is sealed. I know there is plenty of room in the ballot box for lots of votes, so do not disappoint Joy tonight. She really needs your guidance here. Oh, don’t forget to make a contribution to one of her charities and pick out some options for her new appearance. I am sure she will appreciate your input.”

I heard her give the vote totals, the last option would have made my legs collapse if not for me being secured to the damn pole. I wonder what would happen if I fainted, a distinct possibility if this continues on. Even if I could somehow get loose, the height of the dais would keep me confined here unless I wanted to risk a broken neck, fifteen feet is pretty high for a swan dive. Then as suddenly as those thoughts appeared I couldn’t hear anything. Silence, total silence. I looked at the crowd, still seeing people talking but I couldn’t hear anything. Than another minute later I heard the music come back on, but no other sounds. There must be something in my ears preventing me from hearing only what she wants me to hear. Shit after hearing about what people were voting on and now to be shut off from any more information that is so cruel. It was like those options were now embedded in my mind, unable to escape, but occupying every square inch of my thought processes.

Time seemed to crawl along, I had no idea if it was an hour later or just a minute. Images of me as a female kept popping up, getting dressed, doing my makeup, fixing my hair, dancing in my heels, each minute saw more images appear to tease me, frustrate me and drive me nuts. I closed my eyes trying to slip off to some kind of restless sleep to help make the time pass, but even that was denied me. After an eternity the lift was brought back in, I only realized it when someone touched my arm. I was undone and carried to the lift and lowered to the floor.

I was taken to a room not far away and untied. Everything but the damn gag. Some water was squirted into my mouth around the gag, with me swallowing it as fast as I could. Whoever was squirting the water was giving it to me slowly, a few squirts at a time. That water tasted so good, I guess thinking and fear make you extremely thirsty. Even though I was unfettered it took some time before feeling returned to my hands and feet. Then Ginger helped me remove the contact lenses, the source of my fuzzy vision. Finally I felt something removed from my ears, two quite good sized ear plugs, quite capable of rendering me unable to hear anything, but containing small speakers so I could hear when turned on.

She leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “You have been so good, now some time dancing and then I will see to your care and explain what has happened tonight. Please be gracious all of these dance partners have paid handsomely for the privilege. She touched up my makeup, spritzed some more perfume on me and I was led to my first dance partner for the evening.

I smiled it was George, the reporter for the local newspaper and contributor for the state paper when called for. I opened up my mouth some so he could see the gag, he smirked but still took me in his arms, as we danced out to the center of the floor. I was still trying to lead, an old habit when he gave me a peck on the lips and just like that I was a female following his every step. He pulled me in a little closer to him and I relaxed in his arms. Apparently anybody who had paid to dance with me got two songs worth of time, the next partner coming to me as my previous partner gave me a kiss and left. I was told by George I would be front page tomorrow in several newspapers, my image on the dais magical.

I will have to admit I did enjoy the dancing, not realizing till later how many had paid for the privilege. Truth be known I enjoyed the kisses as well. I am sure Ginger noticed that fact, as she was watching me every time I raised my head to see where she was at. As the last dance partner left me on the floor, Ginger showed up taking me in her arms and kissing me passionately. I will have to admit her kiss was the best, also the longest lasting. As we broke the kiss I used my tongue to slide over my lips, wanting to be sure I savored every drop of her essence for later. We didn’t dance, just stood there enjoying the lip lock.

I guess the ball was over as I got hugged, kissed and even a few gropes as quite a few people said goodbye and left. I was still out in the middle of the dance floor when I looked up and saw the sign with my options listed and the vote total next to each option. When I got down to option three I fainted, my legs giving away. Apparently a few males that worked for us came to help Ginger get me to our offices that were located in the adjoining building. When I came to I was laying on the couch in my office, lost in thought and staring at the ceiling.

Ginger smiled at me, you are such a girl, flirting with everybody and then fainting right out on the dance floor. “Now before you go and faint on me again I need to tell you a few things more about tonight. Incidentally the gag stays in until I get you home and undressed, it will make you listen to me and not ask forty million questions. The vote total that you saw and fainted from seeing is really how people see you these days including me.”

“Now we raised twice what I had in mind for the charities, due solely to your efforts on their behalf. The real reason for all of this was hinted at by one of our employees a few weeks ago. I was talking about you with several employees when the remark was made. “Joel is so nice, always asking about our families, our jobs and listening to us bitch about something of little consequence. The fact that we can vent our frustration to her makes the problems seem minor, allowing us to get on with our jobs. I said she because I think most of the employees see her as she is, a caring member of the female gender. I know when I saw her on the dais dressed so elegantly I was so happy for her, a chance for her to appear as her true self.”

That comment made by one of our male employees I might add. I did a little more digging finding what he said to be true, you are a female to them and they look up to you for guidance and support. When I was digging I was told of another more poignant instance of your influence and caring. You had been out walking the floor when you came upon a group of several employees gathered around a machine that had obviously quit on them. You asked the problem then used your cell phone to call maintenance, a task that they had already done. Instead you asked how long before repairs could be accomplished, after receiving the information you suggested that they make sure their area was picked up, and supplies lined up for after maintenance gets the machine back up and running. Then you took them all to the canteen and bought them several appetizers to munch on and something to drink while they waited. You stayed with them the whole time talking with them and making them feel that they were an integral part of the business.

After maintenance called telling you the machine was fixed you went with them and watched as they resumed production. What you didn’t know was they stayed after normal quitting time making up the time lost to the machine failure. Their supervisor catching them and reminding them it was quitting time. They explained what they were doing and told her as soon as the lost production was completed they would head home. The supervisor called me, explaining what had just happened wanting to know if I wanted her to make them quit. I smiled, no leave them alone, just make sure they leave the area ready for production tomorrow. They worked another forty minutes, cleaned the area after setting it up for the shift tomorrow. They wrote in their normal quitting time asking the supervisor to sign their time cards, hugged her and left, smiles on all of their faces. I was shown the time cards, the supervisor astonished at their behavior, and their commitment to their job.

“All of the employees are aware of Joy, they might not show it at times, but you are highly regarded and thought of quite often. I am not blind, so as I was observing and learning about you and your interaction with the employees I started noticing things about you myself. The way you approach a group of people, not the way a male would but more like a female. Not aggressive, but wanting to know if you could help, after listening to the problem you then make suggestions that might work. Never do this or that, but maybe this might be worth looking into. In short they love you, I may be the owner and manager but you are the driving force behind our success.”

“So all of this to show you what they think of you, which happens to coincide with my thoughts on the subject. I think the opinions of our employees are pretty indicative of how things should be. Therefore I am asking you to shed the male persona, embrace being Joy and be my princess for the rest of your life. The employees have suggested many options for your transformation, actually forty-three options they would like to see embraced by you. I have a short list also, so you will have a lot to choose from. On the ride home I want you to think over everything I have suggested and what has happened tonight. Then after I get you naked, we will discuss your wishes for the rest of the night. I can’t wait to play with your new assets, I have been dripping wet all evening causing me to insert a tampon to keep from dripping all over the floor. Now let me remove the gag and we will head home.”

I shook my head no then held up the rope that had held my wrists together, wrapping the rope around my wrists to show her what I wanted. She gave me such a smirk, then turned me away from her and tied my forearms together behind my back ending the knots at my wrists. I was now trussed up real good as I stepped up close to her and laid my head on her shoulder. I was whisked away, having to almost run to keep up with her. I was thrown in the back seat of her car as she managed to somehow get me belted in. Getting the dress in the car was the main problem, the back seat was full when she started driving us home.

She made the trip in record time, then yanked me out of the back seat as she tried to get me loose from the seat belt. Luckily for me it came undone before she decided to sever an arm to get me in the house and into bed.

Once in our bedroom she was like a female possessed as she tore my clothes off me, because of my arms being tied behind me a couple pieces of clothes ended up hanging on one arm or another. Then she worked on getting her clothes off. A quick look in the mirror before I was pushed onto the bed revealed a quite feminine figure on my previously male body, my hairless slit and two impressive breasts the most noticeable. I was still looking at my image in the mirror as she was trying to get me on the bed. I still was trussed up the clothing pieces still hanging from one of my arms. She laid on top of me sliding one of my nipples in her mouth. I almost came at that moment, the feelings that were penetrating every nook and cranny of my body were so intense. I tried to take in more air to get my breathing back to normal, but her fingers in my new slit and her moving her mouth over to my other nipple were not making it any easier. My heart was racing, as she worked me over real good. If this is any indication of how my life in the female gender will be, sign me up now for a lifetime membership.

Somehow I survived the night, don’t ask me how since everything that evening was just a big blur. She had gotten up before me, I was awake but still letting the memories of last night process in my mind. I was served breakfast in bed, then kissed, pushed into the bathroom for a shower then dressed in a robe and taken to the front room. On the sofa she took one of my hands and held it tightly, wanting to know of my decision. I toyed with her a little, hemming and hawing but not saying anything about my decision. Well that didn’t last long as she figured out what I was doing and I was turned over on her lap and spanked. That did surprise me, the blows I was receiving were felt, believe me. I soon gave in yelling yes over and over. I had to make a complete sentence of it stating my feminine name before I told her yes.

When I was allowed up I figured out why, she had her phone out and was recording my response. My butt was red, and she was staring at me waiting for me to say something. She repeated this is your last chance to deny my wish, kiss me if you will do as I ask. I cleared my throat, yes I want to be your princess Joy to be loved and cared for by you for the rest of my life. I will try my best to take care of you, to love you and cherish you for all time. I leaned in to kiss her, a most wonderful and sensual kiss, when we broke the kiss sometime later, I was tingling all over. Even though I had initiated the kiss, she took over, holding my head firmly with her hands allowing me no escape. Why would I ever want to escape her loving embrace?

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Connie: A Halloween To Remember

Connie: A Halloween To Remember

Halloween was fast approaching and we still did not have suitable costumes for the three parties we had been invited to. Ginger had tried all the costume rental places in town, several costumes that might work for her but absolutely nothing that would fit me and go along with her costume. I offered to stay at home this year, Halloween not my favorite holiday, the parties so lame and boring. Unfortunately Ginger did not see it that way.

We had three days left and Ginger was getting desperate. I was watching the football game while she was getting her hair done at her salon. Maybe luck will be with me and I will be left at home while she attends the parties with her friends.

I dozed off after the end of the game, to wake up to Ginger helping me out of my clothes. I resisted until I fully woke up and became aware at what she was doing, then I tried to help her finish the job. Once naked she posed me different ways snapping pictures of me with her phone. Then she suddenly stopped and trotted off to the den to get on her computer. It was three hours later when she reappeared a huge smile on her face. I was still naked laying in bed with only a sheet covering me up hoping for a further escalation of her earlier antics She took a bath, dressed in her nightie, then gave me a toe curling kiss then rolled over and went to sleep. Not what I was expecting or hoping for, that is for sure.

The next morning no mention of last night’s activities were made. She was busy though, her cell phone in constant use all morning long. I am thankful we have unlimited cell phone use with our provider. I tried to listen to some of the conversations, but the bits and pieces I heard made no sense.

She made me a salad for lunch, not my favorite, but I was hungry. As I ate my rabbit food she was gathering up things, purse in hand as she checked on me. Then another memorable kiss and she headed out the door. I was told not to go anywhere, she had plans for me later. Of course, I was hoping for a continuation of last nights activities, naked then left frustrated was not what I envisioned when she helped me get undressed yesterday.

She called later, telling me to take a bath, and use her soap to do so. No other explanation was offered as she promptly hung up. I did as she asked, now clean but smelling like she does. I was drying off when she came into the bathroom, grabbing my hand and dragging me to her car. I started to protest about a lack of clothes, but was silenced as she shoved something in my mouth. It turned out to be a baby pacifier. So confused and panicky, I started sucking on it. At the next stoplight she tied the ribbons attached to the pacifier behind my head holding the pacifier firmly in my mouth. I stared at her frequently, but she was focused on where she was going. I sat there getting worried on where she was going and what was in store for me. Of course, the pacifier got used, what else is a male going to do when naked and being taken somewhere.

Why I did nothing to stop her evaded me. A grown man with a pacifier in his mouth and stark naked not seen very often as a passenger in a car. Of course, my mind was going wild with crazy ideas of what she was up to. She pulled up along side of a building, came over to my door and extracted me from her car. Through a door and into the building. There were three females waiting for me, two of them taking my hands and the other slipping a blindfold over my eyes. Another kiss from Ginger and a warning to behave myself. I don’t want to hear that my Connie has misbehaved. One more kiss and she left me in their clutches, telling me she would be back tonight in time to take me to the first party of the three.

I was led to a room and then laid back on a reclining table. Ankles and wrists secured to the table, probably the reason for the blindfold. Not being able to see what they were doing I found myself secured to the table before I knew what they were doing. I just laid there, totally bewildered and confused. Then a thought registered in my mind, she called me Connie. Since my name is Conrad, I doubt it was just a slip of the tongue.

The one lady started smearing a cream on my body front side first. Meanwhile the other two each took a hand and started working on my nails. I mumbled some words but they ignored me, going about their work. I tried several times to get the pacifier to the side of my mouth, so I could be heard, but the ribbons held it firmly right in the middle of my mouth. Twenty minutes later a towel was used to remove the cream, my body hair with it. Turned over, my backside handled the same way

I was laid back on the table, secured once again, face up. My head was then secured to the table, using two straps, one on my forehead and one under my chin performing the task. Then my eyebrows came under attack, the one lady having way too much enjoyment removing them from my face. I couldn’t see what I looked like since I could not move my head, staring at the ceiling my only option. Since she spent quite a while doing it, I doubt there will be any eyebrows left.

I felt my fingernails being worked on, imagining I will soon have ten very feminine nails, probably painted a bright color. I imagine my costume will be in the female realm, Ginger deciding if she asked for my approval I would probably nix the idea. So full speed ahead while offering me no chance to disapprove.

The pacifier was then removed from my mouth, but before I could utter any words a gag replaced it. Part of the gag fit around my tongue, the rest filled the remainder of my mouth. Then the tech installing it used a tool to expand the gag, now my entire mouth was filled. With my head held securely, there was no way to keep the gag from being shoved in my mouth or to expel it after it was inserted. My lips did close, to anyone looking at me they would not know I was gagged.

Makeup followed, way too many cosmetics were applied, the tech being extra careful in their application. I could only see what had been done to my eyelashes, now long and black. Several coats of lipstick were put on my lips, after each coat it felt like my lips were swelling.

The tech doing my nails was finishing, the smell of nail polish quite apparent in the room. I imagine my nails looked quite pretty, since she had been working on them for over forty minutes. There was several times I felt heat on my hands, the heat apparently used to dry the nail polish. That implied that the polish will be with me for quite some time.

I sure hoped that not much more will be done to me, attending a Halloween party looking like a female of some sorts not something I was looking forward to. A lot of her female friends will be in attendance at the parties along with a few of my male friends. My male friends not likely to be dressed as a female, so I will stand out. Since they are somewhat macho, I will be made fun of at the very least.

Hair was next, a smile coming to my face, since it is so short I doubt it could be made to look feminine. The tech turned on a pair of clippers, then slowly removed all of my hair on top of my head. Needless to say I was shocked, but now bald. All of this for a stupid Halloween costume. She rubbed a cream on my bald head, then let it dry. Returning a little while latter with a long wig in a light blond color. She checked the fit then removed it so adhesive could be applied to my bald head. A blow dryer was used to set the adhesive, then she wet the hair on the wig and proceeded to wind the hair on curlers.

I was getting freaked out, all of the things done to me seemed excessive for a stupid Halloween party. The changes seemed far from temporary, my eyebrows and lack of hair on my head two prime examples

Breast forms were then glued to my chest, their weight surprisingly heavy. As the glue for these was drying my male appendage was also glued to my body, between my legs and tucked far back. I normally have an erection when it is handled, but today nothing, my penis probably too scared to show its face. A silicone vagina glued over my groin, I now sported a realistic female sex.

I was released from the table, but told to just stand there. My handlers scared me, it seems that at every turn I was changed more, now undoubtedly female. I have not been able to see myself in a mirror, not sure if I wanted to now.

I was given a pair of panties, lacy and delicate. Then a bra was fastened around my chest, my breasts appreciating the support. A scandalous little dress was next, the one tech buttoning up the myriad little buttons on the back of the dress.

The curlers were removed and she brushed the hair into a style that framed my face. Earrings were then added, the holes for them lasered in. A stud in the top hole, a long dangly earring in the bottom hole. My makeup was checked and she spread my lips then fussed with the gag. When I tried to say something I found I could not open my mouth any, my jaw seemed froze in place. Oh, the gag was still in my mouth, but my mouth was now permanently closed.

Heels were slipped on my feet, the straps holding them securely to my foot. With my long nails I doubted I could get the strap loose to remove the heels.

Ginger picked that moment to show up, one look at me and she was all over me. My hair got pulled, I was kissed on the lips then she pinched the nipples on my breasts. Than a grope of my nether region, her rubbing it vigorously. Since I apparently passed inspection I was led from the salon right out to a waiting limo. It took me a minute to figure how to enter the limo, the driver having to hold my hand as I maneuvered my butt onto the backseat. The too brief dress hindering movement of my legs.

Ginger sat right next to me, staring at me to see if she missed anything. I gestured wildly trying to get her attention. I think she figured out what I wanted telling the driver to find a parking spot for a few minutes. She was quiet for a moment then started to tell me what had transpired today.

“Everything done to you today is part of her plan, even the three invitations to Halloween parties something she had arranged. The simple truth is I always wanted a female lover, you fit the lover part, but are as far from being a female as you can get.”

“I decided that this has gone on for too long, a decision to correct the situation now. I hope you can learn to live the female life, the permanence of some of the things done to you will make you appear female for quite a few months.”

Your own hair permanently killed off, on your body and on top of your head. The wig is affixed to your head for the duration.

Makeup is semi permanent, good for at least a year, although lipstick and mascara need to be refreshed daily to keep them looking their best.

Your penis will stay where it was glued to your body, a special solvent is required to release it. Breast forms the same.

The holes for the earrings will never close up, since they were lasered in.

You have nothing but high heels for shoes, continued use will require you to wear heels for the rest of your life.

All of this done hoping that you will stay as a female, be my lover and companion. I do love you, I just want the female you. There have been glimpses of your female side, from time to time, but you bury it quickly with male bravado.

“If you will remember I have made numerous hints of my wish for a female lover, but you have ignored my hints repeatedly. You will not even talk with me about it. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for what I have had done to you. We can have so much fun if you will join in. Now we are late for the party, a lot of folks anxious to see the new you. So give me a big smile and a kiss and after the party I will try and make it up to you for my devious actions.”

I was kissed passionately, while a few gropes were added to keep me enthused. The driver started for the party again, my debut as a female now imminent.

I was a hit at the party even though I was fighting it I had fun, dancing with everybody. I managed to snag quite a few dances with Ginger my hands keeping her off balance as I groped her and squeezed her breasts and nipples. The gag prevented a sexy kiss but my lips nibbling on her neck and ears was a good substitute. My way at getting back at her some for what she has done.

She offered to remove my gag, the tool to do so in her purse, I nixed that thought, I was having too much fun as it was. The party ended quite late, it being almost dawn before we arrived home.

I was tired but Ginger had other ideas. An hour later she finally got the last of my clothes off my body, her mouth sucking on my nipple as my panties slid down my leg. I was dragged to our bed, thrown down on it, then she piled on to of me. That is where she was when it was lunchtime, a nipple in her mouth, one hand in my hair and the other rubbing my male appendage.

She had to use the bathroom, leaving me to contemplate my new gender. I placed a hand on my left breast, the feeling of it touching my nipple sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body.

In a way she helped release my inner female, since I had kept it bottled up inside of me. I am happy that she got fed up with the male persona, life is so much better as a female. Yeah, it was a definitely a Halloween to remember, one that will be remembered fondly for the rest of my life. Heck, I am even fond of the gag.

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