Taffy: Cute Coed Cheerleader

Taffy: Cute Coed Cheerleader

After four years, I had a chance encounter with Christina, a friend from my past. We had been best friends and next door neighbors until her Mother got transferred to her company’s branch office in Texas. Now they were back, not next door, but in the same neighborhood a little over a half mile away. Her Mother was now the new CEO of the company, their corporate offices here in town. Christina was registering for college here, along with several of her girlfriends, when I ran into her.

I was greeted enthusiastically, maybe a little too much so. The kiss lasted for a couple of minutes, her girlfriends giggling away at the time. I knew a couple of them from before, Christina introducing the newest additions to me. It turns out they were all cheerleaders for the school, except Christina, and they were encouraging her to try out for the squad.

She locked arms with me and we spent the afternoon together. At first the girls seemed a little hostile towards me, a male interrupting their girl time. After a couple of hours, we were all having quite a good time, with me seeming to fit right into their female clique. We walked around the campus, the current students showing us where everything was located.

After registration and the tour, they wanted to go to the mall, so since I had a car, I ferried them all to the local mall. I say local mall, but it was more the size of one of the regional malls. Five anchors, and about one hundred and fifty boutique stores. I doubted the girls missed any stores that afternoon.

Christina started the teasing, holding up a dress to me in one of the anchor stores. “Oh this will look so good on you, why don’t you slip into the changing room and try it on.” My mouth was open clear to my knees, backing up and trying to retreat to a spot further away from her. Her girlfriends were right behind me, each grabbing an arm to stop any further retreat. I must have turned numerous shades of red, I seriously doubted any more blood could invade my upper torso. I felt my whole body was red, a deep red from the faint feeling that was beginning to overtake me.

They steered me to the ladies rest room, it had a large lounge with couches and I was laid there on one of them, and a cool cloth laid over my eyes. When someone started playing with my belt buckle I immediately woke up. I must have passed out, for I honestly don’t remember a thing until Christina kissed me on the lips.

I was coming around, but things still didn’t feel right somehow. I tried to sit up some, but Christina pushed me back down and leaned in to whisper something to me. “Lay there quietly while I explain what has happened. You are one of the girls now, you are wearing the cutest dress, and all of your male clothes have been thrown away. Your hair is in a ponytail, and you look totally female. When you stand up, you are wearing a pair of heels so you need to take it slow. The girls and I have bought you these clothes, and you are now one of us. Behave and I think you will have lots of fun.”

I looked first at my clothing, the dress fitting tight to my body, then suddenly flaring out into this huge skirt. I was helped up, two of them steadying me so I could see myself in the mirror. I closed my eyes and then re-opened them not believing the image I saw. I looked like a coed, similar to their looks, but in a dress and my hair in a ponytail. The situation was even worse since I had on heels, heels that I had never walked in before, heels that were threatening to put me face down on the bathroom floor at any minute.

I was handed a purse and led out into the mall. My head was swiveling around trying to see if I would be found out and laughed at. The female customers gave me a look, but then resumed shopping. The males I saw looked closely and then smiled, no laughter, only lust. Christina did have my arm tightly secured, for support, and also so I wouldn’t break loose and head for the car. Since I was still trying to stay upright I don’t think me running for the car was anything to be concerned about at the present time.

I kept pleading with her for us to go home now, but they still wanted to shop. Dragged from one store to another, but I had learned my lesson and I steadfastly refused to enter the stores. The keys to my car had been confiscated by Christina, to make sure I would not be able to make a getaway. So I sat on the benches outside the stores, watching as male after male came walking by and looking my way. After the fifth store, I went in with them, I had noticed several young males our age that had been following me, gathering outside, figuring they were working up the nerve to talk to me. Of the two choices I had, being with the girls suddenly seemed the safer choice for now.

Again the teasing from the girls, now their subject right next to them, I even had to try on a few dresses. When dragged to the changing rooms and undressed, there was no longer a choice for me. After way to many dress changes we finally headed to the car.

We left the mall and went to Christina’s house. Christina drove, since I was still a little unsteady in the heels. Gawd that sounds so weird, me in heels. I went in with them, figuring her Mother would not be there since there was no car in the drive. Well as you know, sometimes it just doesn’t pay to think; I was greeted in the kitchen and hugged tightly. Gawd, Trevor you look so good, how did Christina get you in a dress? Red again, tongue tied, and almost on the verge of fainting; Sherry and Tiff got me to a seat and Christina told her mother all about our day at the mall. Then I remembered they had thrown out all of my clothes, how am I going to get home and past my Mom?

I broke into tears, in a dress for a couple of hours and I am already acting like a distraught female. Jennifer, Christina’s Mom, came over and comforted me, I think she figured it out. She pulled my head onto her shoulder and let me cry it out. She was stroking the back of my head and whispering it will be alright. Finally, I had no more fuel for the tears, so Christina pulled me up and pushed me to the bathroom so I could wash my face. I used the facilities while I was there. I had been too scared to use one of the bathrooms at the mall. I could hear some talking in the kitchen as we headed back, and as I entered, my Mom grabbed me and hugged me so hard, I had a hard time trying to get my next breath.

Red faced again and the faint feelings exploding in my head once again; but before I could do the deed, a washcloth was handed me and the girls had me in one of the chairs at the kitchen table. Two of them had their hands on my shoulders, making sure that I was still with them, my Mom sitting right next to me. Christina’s Mom gave the explanation to my Mother, the smile never leaving her face. I was sure I would get in trouble for this, both of my parents are fairly strict and unforgiving. It was like my Mom had been replaced with an alien somehow, taking it all in and a few giggles at what had transpired.

After the explanation. The two mom’s talked as if this was an everyday occurrence. I was led off to Christina’s room to look over their other purchases. I hadn’t paid any attention to what they looked at or bought today, but now they wanted me to see it all. I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me completely, my future didn’t look very bright. Even if my Mom has been replaced with an alien, there is still Dad and I know he would not condone this at all, in fact I have a feeling I would be probably be shipped off to a military school after today’s incident.

Back to the present, as one of the girls lowered the zipper on my dress. I know they had seen me naked when they dressed me at the store, but this was different, as I was not passed out. No such luck on avoiding the inevitable, since I had no experience with a dress before, everything I tried to hang on to was for naught, the dress ended up on the floor and I got my first peek at my underwear.

The bra was lacy, although they had put nothing in the cups, some of my flesh was pulled up into the cups making for a small breast like protrusion. Looking down, the very brief panties in pink, of course, seemed to scream female. I have never been hairy, in high school gym it was always a problem, the number of times I had been accused of shaving my body like a girl were too numerous to count. My male apparatus was average size I guess, I never compared it with others, in fact except for gym I had never seen another male organ and those were only peeks every once in a while when nobody was looking my way.

As for dating females, I was too shy and embarrassed to even ask. When the guys talked about their conquests, and I was asked about mine. I just told them the girl was not from around here and I didn’t want to embarrass her by talking about what we did together. I doubted they believed me, but since I was a nobody, school wise, no one seemed to care anyway.

I was helped into a camisole top and a pair of shorts were slid up my legs. The color in a light purple convinced me they were not male clothes. A pair of sneakers, and I was dragged back to the kitchen. Both of our Moms gave me an up and down look, Christina telling them I was going to practice some of their cheerleader routines with them. I just stared at Christina, this was news to me. My Mom hugged me then kissed my forehead. Her departing words were to have fun. I stood there sure I would be saved by her, but instead she wished me well and left for home.

I was dragged outside to their back yard, and the girls lined up, each one showing us a routine, then we would practice it till we could do it easily. It was four hours later before we came back inside the house. I was beat literally, that is more work and exercise than I have done in years. We grabbed some diet drinks and went out to her patio and collapsed in some loungers. We talked and sipped our drinks, then the girls had to get home in time for their family dinners. As they left, each girl told me when practice and tryouts were, I shook my head until Tiff showed me a picture on her smart phone of me. “Be at the tryouts in this outfit or I will send the picture to Facebook with an explanation. If you think I am bluffing you are in for a big surprise.”

Christina took my hand and led me over into a corner and started explaining. “All of the girls think you are awesome and want you on the squad; now you can cooperate, or the girls will apply some friendly pressure like outing you to the entire school. Since you have not had the experience of dealing with females much, they usually get what they want, one way or another. Wash the outfit you have on and bring it to school on your first day. I will pick you up after your last class and escort you to the tryouts so you don’t get lost.”

She gave me one of her thousand megawatt smiles and pushed me out the front door. I walked to my house, since Mom had driven my car home earlier. I was hoping that Dad would not be home yet, thus allowing me to change before he got a look at me. As I rounded the last turn, my hopes were dashed, his car was in the driveway. I slowed down my walk, but with nowhere else to go but home, there was nothing I could do. I swallowed hard several times but entered the house. I could hear Mom in the kitchen cooking and tried to make my way there. She had gone along with my change so far, maybe she could keep me from getting killed by my Father.

Two steps inside the house and Dad is standing right before me. He takes his time looking at me, puts his hand on my shoulder and turns me around so he can see my backside. Oh shit, I am going to get a spanking! I have received many from him before, believe me they made an impression on me! Then he scoots up behind me and wraps his arms around me tightly. I try to look over my shoulder to see what his facial expression is, as this is so unlike my Father in so many ways. He slides his head up close to my ear, then whispers to me in a low steady voice. “You look very pretty Taffy, I hear you are going to try out for the cheerleaders. Mom says you were very talented mastering some of their routines already.”

I twist out of his embrace, stare at him, and then screamed, “What have you done with my father?” He chuckles, grabbed me again and drags me into the kitchen. His next remark is very puzzling. “Can you call me Daddy, Father or dad is so blasé?” Mom is having a giggling fit in front of the stove, but she points to the sink. “Wash your hands Taffy, then you can help me with dinner.” I move towards the sink, I must have been zapped into another world, right through the twilight zone and way beyond. Neither of my parents are sane, both have been possessed somehow. I look at the sink and turn on the water to wash my hands. I notice both of them heading my way, so I grab a towel and try to dry my hands and make an escape. Too late, I am group hugged and squashed to death. I twist and turn but they hang on, giggling and hugging me. Mom resorts to kissing and soon my face is covered in her lipstick.

I finally accept my fate and relax, they hug me tighter and make soothing noises as they continue to try and squash me with hugs. After a few minutes, Mom pushed Dad out of the kitchen handing me some fixings for a salad and told me to get to work. Meanwhile, she finishes browning the Salisbury steaks (fancy name for hamburger), and the pot of gravy to smother them with, a steamer full of carrots is added to a bowl and we set the table and bring the food to it. I am still peeking at them often, this can’t be my parents, I never did believe in aliens before, but this is proof positive of their existence. We sit down at the table, Dad says a short prayer and we dig in. After the initial taste of everything, Mom approaches the elephant in the room.

“Contrary to your thoughts, we have expected some of the events played out today for quite a few years. I am sure Christina had a lot to do with you coming out today. Ever since you were knee high, you have acted more like a female than any normal male child. When we saw some of the signs, we sought out help, even got you to a doctor to have you checked out. You were never blatant, you were always reserved in your actions, unlike most of the other children. Like today, you went along with the girls, something any normal male would never do, a male caught shopping, is the ultimate humiliation. Then after getting you in a dress, you stayed with them all afternoon. Not a male reaction or behavior. I am sure the girls were leaning on you to stay, but if you just walked away I am sure it would have been over.”

“So now that we have that handled, let’s move on. We both think that you should explore this side of you, I know one of the officials at your school, and I am sure we can arrange it so you can attend as a female. I doubt any of your fellow students will even notice the change. Since you have been such a well behaved child, I think I can come up with a new wardrobe for you, even spring for a full makeover. We still expect the excellent grades, being a member of the cheerleaders would be a nice bonus to the mix. I am afraid you will now have a curfew, eleven o’clock most nights unless it is some special occasion. We will need to meet your date and approve before you go out, not afterwards. Of course, you will now have responsibilities around the house, doing your own laundry and helping with the cooking of meals just a part of what is in store for you that also includes some house cleaning young lady.”

That settles it my parents have been possessed, what am I going to do? They are treating me like I am their daughter, well seeing my image in the mirror, I guess I look like their female child. Curfews, getting my date approved, what is next, birth control pills? Don’t answer that especially in front of Mom.

I just sat there, not knowing what to say or do. Mom pipes up first. “You might take a washcloth to your face, or go to my room and use the cream on the vanity. You are pretty cute that way, but lipstick looks better on the lips. I go to her room after putting my dishes in the dishwasher, much to my Mom’s astonishment. I find the cream and look in the mirror. It is comical as there is lipstick marks all over my face and forehead. I use the cream and clean them all off, then on a whim take her tube of lipstick and coat my lips. I rub my lips together like she does, then prance back downstairs. Yeah prance, a female can prance if she wants to, so there.

I help her with the dishes and clean the counters for her, then move the leftovers that she has put in containers into the refrigerator. I look around to see if everything has been handled, then walk over to Mom and kiss her on the cheek, leaving her a set of lipstick prints, then ran to my room. I hear her footsteps behind me, both of us giggling away. She catches me before I can close my door, pushing me on to my bed, then starts tickling me. I beg for her to stop, at least, try to as, I am laughing and crying as she continues her assault on my body. She lays down beside me hugging me closely. If you want to try this for a while, I would love to have Taffy around, we can have so much fun spending your Dad’s money on clothes, shoes and makeup.

I was given a nightie to wear to bed, a most unsettling feeling as it slid down my body. It felt wonderful, but I knew a male should never succumb to such dainty and feminine things. The guilt lasted for maybe a minute, okay two minutes, then I hugged my body and slipped into dreamland. The next few days were spent obtaining clothes for the new female in the neighborhood. Christina took me shopping one day, she and Mom had talked and a budget was set up for my new wardrobe. Dad supplied the funds, a prepaid debit card for my purchases.

I never did think back on not choosing this route, it was as if the track I was on is my only choice. Christina was of course enthused, a new BFF to dress, to spend time with and maybe a fellow cheerleader to boot. The other girls came by often, as we practiced the routines. When they found out I was going to university as a female there were squeals of delight.

Mom had taken me to a salon for a hair styling, a professional makeover, getting my ears pierced and my eyebrows eliminated. That salon trip also was where my breasts came into existence. Some silicone breast forms were glued to my chest after all of my body hair disappeared. I never had much hair on my body anyway, but the feeling of having none was wonderful. The breast forms were like jello, bouncing around with every movement of my body. The bra that came next was kind of confining around my chest, but not having as much bouncing and wiggling was well worth the tightness around my chest. Down below was handled in a similar way, junior glued back between my legs and a silicone vagina added to make me look female. Way too realistic in my opinion.

Then she too got to take me shopping. We spent four hours hitting the stores downtown, the fancier dress shops had congregated there, less clothes were purchased, but five times the amount of money was spent as with shopping with Christina.

The first day of classes was now here, I was up at the crack of dawn going over my clothing choices, putting my hair up in a high ponytail, then taking it down and doing it over again. The same was done with my lipstick and mascara, as I attempted to find the right look. I decided on a skirt and blouse for my first day, the skirt an A line that came to four inches above my knees. The blouse was fairly conservative, but tight enough to emphasize my new boobs.

Christina had came up to my room, tired of waiting for me downstairs. A large smile on her face as she entered. She giggled as she watched me primp in the mirror, trying to find the perfect look. After redoing my ponytail once again she grabbed my hand and dragged me downstairs. I checked the contents of my purse again, keys, tissues, lipstick, lip gloss, mascara, and of course a tampon. Wait a minute who put that in my purse? As I was being dragged our the door I managed to snatch my backpack from behind the bedroom door, no chance to see if what I needed was in the backpack. I had packed it last night, I hope I remembered everything.

The first day of classes was anti-climatic in a way, strictly orientation with no mention of homework this first day. At my last class, as soon as I exited the classroom Christina grabbed a hold of me and we were off to the tryouts. As we entered the gym, I saw a sea of young females, all here to tryout for the squad. I saw my chance of joining the squad wither away. But first I had to change into the clothes I had brought for the tryouts. Christina helped me, since I was not handling the situation as well as she thought I should. Once dressed she added some lipstick and mascara and my male persona totally disappeared. Earlier in classes I looked female, but not cheerleader material, now there was no doubt of my fitting in if chosen.

The cheerleader coach lined everybody up in a single line around a circle marked in the gym floor. I counted fifty three females all wanting to become a cheerleader. The existing cheerleaders were in the center of the circle and would do a part of the routine and then the girls trying out would try to duplicate it. Christina and I had no trouble with the routine since that was what we had been practicing for the last few weeks. Several hours later the coach announced who made the squad, Christina squealing in delight. The last name was called, and I sighed. Then as I was walking away Christina and several of the girls attacked me. I didn’t even recognize my name when it was called, I was hugged and kissed, then the light came on upstairs. I had made the squad.

Life after that was not the same, I was included in everything, dated boys and went shopping whenever the time allowed. I managed to keep my grades up and abide my curfew. I did get a salon appointment every week, Mom’s gift to her daughter.

I was a cheerleader all four years of my time at University, even manged to snag me a boyfriend. He knows all about me, but to him I am just his girlfriend. We kiss and cuddle a lot, saving anything more till we graduate. I see a psychologist regularly, my SRS scheduled for after I graduate. Life has been good to me, a cute coed cheerleader and now a young woman in love.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Katherine; Female Alterations

 Katherine; Female Alterations

I am on my way back home after a grueling thirteen-day road trip out west to handle some of my customers. I am a public relation specialist, getting regular people recognized and keeping them in the limelight. Most of my customers are authors, nobody famous, just good authors that write fiction that tells a story and is enjoyable to read. With the advent of digital publishing (kindle) it is easy to get a story published, but to get people to find that story and purchase it is where some skill and luck have to become part of the picture.

I promote my authors stories, mainly by word of mouth, a time-tested method of promotion. I don’t use press releases, press conferences, or any mainstream method of promotion. I promote from a different angle, using blogs, Facebook, and other social media to start getting the word of mouth out to the masses.

If an author writes about being a mother, raising children, I go to the blogs about parenting, being a new mother, and send a free book to them, or snippets of the story so they can read about it. Most of the time they then blog about how good it is, and it should be a must read. Then the ones to read their comments purchase the book and from there it mushrooms.

On the social media sites, I create the author a Facebook account and then post snippets of the book, the thought processes in writing the book, information about the author, his or her qualifications to write a book. Then list favorite blogs, the inspiration for the book, anything to lead them back around to a possible purchase. It has been quite successful, word of mouth from authors growing steadily and my customer base almost doubling.

I had made a trip to get additional info from my authors, to meet a couple of the blog authors that I use a lot, and to squeeze in a little vacation time between the meetings. I am driving the final leg, about fifty miles from home. Home these days is a small cabin and acreage outside of Payson Arizona. It is isolated, quiet, and the scenery is quite breathtaking.

As I rounded one of the curves of the road, I am suddenly confronted with a very large truck, trying to pass a slow motorist. Unfortunately for me, his attention is on the car he is trying to pass and does not see me at all. I try to stay out of the way, but the road is not that wide at this point, so I try and squeeze my car in between the truck and the side of the mountain. The last I remember is the impact of the bumper of the truck on the driver’s side of the car, pinning my car hard against the side of the mountain. Lots of noise and the sound of metal scraping the rocks along the side of the road.

Then nothing, absolutely nothing. I wake suddenly, the pain shooting through parts of my body, but it is short lived, and I am unconscious again. The next time I open my eyes, it is a bright light that is threatening to bore thru my skull. I close my eyes, but I can hear people talking about me, doing things to me, then again that peaceful quiet.

Again with the bright light, but this time it seems to be to my side and not directly overhead. I squint a couple of times, then try again to see where I am at. It seems that I am in a hospital room, with a machine to my right beeping incessantly and lots of tubes and hoses leading to my body. I try to ask for some water, but the nurse nearby changes the drip on one of the bottles that are connected to my body, and I again blank out.

In a semi-conscious state, I think I saw my Aunt Julia behind the nurse if that is so I must be in pretty bad shape. She is listed as my next of kin, someone to be notified if I am unable to make decisions for myself. My mind also shuts down, that short thought process giving me a major headache.

It is dark when I next wake up, trying to see where I am and to get somebody’s attention, I am so thirsty; I feel I can drink forever and still be thirsty. A hand places a wet washcloth over my eyes and another one in my mouth and squeezes placing a little moisture in my mouth. I hungrily lap it all up, licking my lips to get any remaining moisture down my throat. The hand then places a spout from a water bottle in my mouth and gently squeezes to add another few drops of water to my dry parched mouth.

I raise my head a little, after more water, but Aunt Julia’s voice tells me to take it easy, too much is not good for you. Another sip of the water and she tells me to relax, maybe some more in a while. I lay there, obviously, I have survived the crash somehow, but how will always be a mystery to me. The image of that truck in my windshield still burned into my mind, no place to go to avoid the crash, other than to go over the other edge and suffer a five hundred foot drop to the canyon floor.

I felt a little better, nothing seemed to be broken or missing, but I am seriously sore from my head to my toes. I look around the small room to see Aunt Julia staring at me. She is glad I have finally come around, the doctors fearing a possible coma due to the extent of my injuries. I look up at her, kind of in a questioning stare, wanting some more info about my injuries and accident.

She sits on the edge of the bed and tells me what she knows. The accident fairly serious, it took the paramedics half an hour to get you out of the car. Then another few minutes to get you stabilized enough to transport. Since it was quite far out from any major hospital, a medevac helicopter flew you to the hospital. You apparently stayed in the E.R. for quite some time as they feared a concussion or stroke. They finally managed to get your heartbeat settled down and most of your cuts bandaged. She was summoned when it passed the twenty-four-hour mark since I was brought in and I was still unconscious.

She talked to the doctors and asked if I could be transferred to her clinic. She is a doctor, a specialist in plastic surgery and one of the top ten doctors in the country in that field. They agreed as soon as the threat of a concussion or coma could be ruled out. Since I am now awake and fairly lucid, that threat should be behind me.

She has arranged an ambulance for transport, and they should be here in a few minutes to take you to my clinic. There she will see to my cuts and lacerations properly, and anything else I might need to effect a full recovery. She turns up the drip again, and I soon fall back into a restful sleep.

Once again I wake this time apparently in my aunt's clinic. The noise level is quite a bit less and the softer lights and décor more pleasing to the eye. A nurse is there almost instantly, checking my vital signs and helping me to sit up a little. I am given some juice, a welcome treat that really hits the spot. I ask about my Aunt, the nurse telling me that she went to collect my personal effects from my car at the junk yard.

Then I remembered my briefcase and laptop, not my normal public relation things, these two full of my stories that I write on the side. I have an interest in things feminine, I occasionally desire to dress as a female, but most of that interest and desire gets channeled into my writing. The writing allows me to experience my desires without the actual physical dressing up part. I sure hope Julia doesn’t get too nosy and discovers this particular feminine side of mine.

I feel a little better since I now have some hunger pains. The nurse told me I couldn't have solids, maybe a little soup and some jello, but those bland items even sound good, so she leaves to get me some. When she gets back, my aunt is with her and asks how I feel. “I feel pretty good right now, even a little hungry.” I nibble on the food that the nurse has brought me as Julia tells me about my car and the insurance settlement.

The car is a total loss; there wasn’t much left of it as the debris was spread over five hundred feet of that particular mountain. The police report and findings from the accident placed all the blame on the trucker. His insurance company wanted to settle right away to keep the losses minimal, but my insurance company sued for damages and medical costs. They offered to add any personal suit I wanted to their lawsuit since the blame is clearly the truckers.

Julia on my behalf asked for a half million in damages, loss of income, and mental anguish. Their insurance tried to deal that amount down, so Julia filed another separate lawsuit against them for one million dollars. Today they settled for one million dollars total and any medical costs now and in the future. They also replaced your car with a brand new one, albeit a fancier model with more equipment and add-ons.

She smiled at me, wanting to know if that is okay, she didn’t want me to have to deal with the problems until I am feeling better. I smiled and told her she did well; I am very happy. She told me that she would start to repair all of the cuts and lacerations tomorrow. Her techniques will ensure no scarring, something the other doctors couldn’t guarantee.

Then she wanted to know how far I wanted to go towards my dream desires. Damn, she found the files and stories. I blushed a bright red, how do you explain something like this to your family. Seeming to read my mind, she suggested that I start at the beginning and tell her everything. Nothing is going to change my opinion of you or cause me to treat you any different. Though if you will embrace this side of yourself we can have fun shopping and going out on dates. She is giggling as she said that.

Since my aunt was the youngest sister of my mother, and I was the oldest child of my mother’s there is only a few years difference between us. Seven years actually if the truth is known. Aunt Julia has always been the driven one in the family. Graduated high school in three years, college in three, and medical school in four years, but that is because she specialized in two different fields. Plastic surgery and Urology are her chosen fields of study, earning her board certification in both specialties within a year of her graduation from medical school. During her residency, she was advising her peers on how to do things and was operating on patients from all over the US before the completion of her residency.

She has since developed several surgical procedures that have minimized scarring from wounds and cuts drastically. One of her specialties is doing boob jobs that show no scar or suture marks. On the other end, if a female develops breast cancer her technique can minimize damage in the affected area allowing for reinsertion of breast implants that look quite realistic after the cancer has been dealt with.

For the last year, her clinic has been booked solid, a tribute to her skill and caring. A lot of her surgeries are done at no cost to patients that would have difficulty paying her fees normally. That part of her practice a given as she feels she owes something back in return for her skills and knowledge that she has learned through the years. If you take and take and never give a little back, one day there won’t be anything to take any more. It has been her motto for years, one she believes in and one that she will continue to indulge in for her remaining years of practice.

I am surprised to find out that I have been out of it for a lot longer than I thought. I learned this morning that I spent a week in the ER, then moved to the clinic and have been here for four days now. Later that evening Julia came in and told me she would start repairing my cuts and lacerations early tomorrow morning, performing her specialized techniques. She had the doctors put an antibiotic salve on them, keeping them under bandages at the ER until Julia could get me to her clinic.

She once again asked if my stories really reflected how I felt about my gender. I stammered a response, I am not sure how I feel, the stories did help me cope with life, a fantasy world that I could retreat to when I am feeling low and depressed. She gave me a kiss on the forehead, telling me that things will get better and soon.

I slipped into sleep quickly, and then it seemed only an hour later I am being given a shot to prepare me for surgery. I do remember going down a corridor, then nothing after that. When I next had a conscious thought, I am back in my room. From the angle of the sun through my window I am guessing that it is early afternoon. I surprisingly don’t hurt but notice quite a few new bandages in areas that I suffered cuts and lacerations.

Then when my eyes focus a little better, I notice that my nose is bandaged. Now in the crash, my nose had somehow survived intact, so this is something that Julia has chosen to do. My hands are secured to the side of the bed, so I can’t feel if there are any other new areas of interest on my face. As I move my body a little trying to get more comfortable, I notice that my lower legs are in a cast. I think I remember not having them broken because of the crash, so I figure more of Julia’s improvements. I can’t figure what she has done that would require a cast on my lower legs.

Several more hours passed with me in and out of consciousness, although otherwise, I felt rather good. There was some soreness still, both where the cuts had been, also where Julia had decided improvements needed to be made. When I finally came around the last time, I was more alert, the shots to put me out for the operation apparently wearing off now. Sitting in a chair next to the bed, Julia held my still restrained hand and asked how I felt. I told her a little better, but I was curious about my other surgery. She smiled, I just made some changes to ensure that you are happy in your life, for once.

I twitched my nose a little, moving the bandage that she had placed over her work. She noticed my movement and responded. You now have a cute little button nose, with a small upturn near the tip. Your waist has been liposuctioned, and the fat redistributed to your hips. Feeling will return down there in a day or two. I noticed when reading your stories that you always stressed wearing high heels. Now that will no longer be a problem since you will have to wear heels to be able to walk. I have shortened your tendons, the same as if you wore heels for years and they shortened naturally.

Your hands are still restrained because I don’t want you rubbing your cut areas. My technique heals the tissue without scarring, but there is considerable itching until the tissue finishes healing. In the next few days you and I will talk, about your soon to be breast augmentation surgery, and how well-endowed you wish to be.

I know that if I had asked you would have refused all treatments, but there is no need to live your life in misery because you can’t or won’t admit the truth. You are in my care, and when you leave it will be as the female, you should have been years ago. Your mother saw it many times as you were growing up, but you refused any help on her part to make the first step. I look at your accident as a wake-up call; you are so lucky to come out of it alive, and I will not allow you to waste another day in your life. Now, young lady, do you have any more questions?

I shook my head no, the tears streaming from my eyes making my face wet. She took a washcloth and blotted them all and kissed me on the forehead. I will see you later and walked to the door. Incidentally, your name now is Katherine, you records and licenses have been updated, your former male self no longer exists. We have sent out emails telling your customers of the accident and the changes, telling them that it will be a couple of weeks before you can resume your dealings with them.

Becky and Suzie are your nurses, and they will be teaching you how to be female and assisting in makeup and hair care until we can get you to a salon. Now be a good girl and get some sleep. Almost on command, I closed my eyes and was lost to dreamland.

The itching she talked about did occur, and I am glad my hands were restrained. It felt like my skin is crawling with little creatures, the resulting sensations almost driving me insane. When I fussed and writhed to get away from the intense feeling they did administer some pain relief, but it only lasted for three to four hours before the itching returned.

I somehow managed to get through this period, the cuts and lacerations miraculously disappeared down to the last little ridge or scratch. I guess the itching was alright considering that my body now was unblemished. I even noticed a few skin abrasions from when I was younger had disappeared totally. My aunt apparently is as gifted as the other doctors have said.

My calves did respond as she stated, I now had to have heels to walk anywhere, unless I wanted to walk the distance on my tip toes, a pain at first, finding a pair of shoes before I could go to the bathroom. I have worn heels before for short times, but with the surgery, I had no trouble anymore getting around in the three inch and higher heels.

Two weeks into the stay at her clinic she approached me about my breasts and other elective surgery. Point blank I am asked what sized breasts did I want. I hemmed and hawed, so Aunt Julia told me that the subject is closed, she would pick my breast size for me, and I would live with it for the rest of my life. I tried to back paddle on this, but she just tuned me out. That night I was given another shot, and as I drifted off, I am relatively sure I would soon be of the feminine gender at least with regards to mammary tissue.

Surprisingly I did awake still in my room, but there were lots of changes. A large machine was positioned above my bed, with two hoses leading to cups secured to my chest. The cups looked similar to good sized breasts, and a liquid was sloshing around inside the cup like form. The technician flipped on the machine and I could instantly feel a suction on the tissue inside the forms. The liquid stayed inside the forms, the loose tissue on my chest though being sucked into the cups. The pump went to a cyclic stage, pulling then relaxing then pulling again. The tissue that had been sucked from my body never returned to its origin, staying in the cups miraculously due to the vacuum.

Then two more ladies entered the room with a cart loaded down with cosmetics and nail polish. One went to work on my face and the other started on my nails. I could feel eyebrows being yanked out, as she shaped my new feminine eyebrows. Then she started applying different crèmes and lotions on my face. I must have been given something earlier to dull my senses some. It was like I was in a slight fog, aware of what was happening, but maybe unreal. The other tech had new long extensions on each of my fingernails and was getting ready to apply polish. Now with both of them supplying new sensations to my body and the blasted pump still making mountains out of molehills on my chest, it turned out to be too much to handle and I fainted.

I woke briefly several times, looked at the ever increasing size of my breasts, and then drifted back into dreamland. I doubted I really fainted the first time, more likely the medication they gave me kicking in some and me drifting off. On one of the excursions to being somewhat aware I had lifted my hand to look at it, planning to place it on my breast cup to stop the suction. I only got it a few inches off the bed before the restraint that was attached stopped any further movement. The brightly polished nails in a deep reddish color caught my attention immediately. The hand now was attractive, the long nails making it look more dainty and feminine. The deep color made it impossible to miss this new body feature.

When I awoke the last time, the fog seemed to have dissipated, my thinking was less confused and I could focus better. The machine was quiet, in fact it was not in the room any more. The cups were still on my chest, though now packed with tissue from my body. I moved one of my hands to the new breast, the red nails sparkling in the light of the overhead fluorescent fixture. The cups seemed stuck to the tissue, although somewhat flexible and pliable. I lifted my head a little further and noticed ten bright red toenails at the end of my bed. Then a mirror beyond that, with a gorgeous female image reflecting back at me. I moved my hand a little the image doing the same.

I took a deep breath, my heart raced a little and I plopped my head back down on the pillow hard. I was now ever inch a female, a pretty one no less. What am I going to do now, how will I make a living, although I have dressed often, this was real and scary. I had never achieved this realistic an image before, from a male in a dress to a gorgeous female, I managed a few thoughts then I did faint.

Another awakening, hopefully this will reveal my previous image. I raised my head slowly, peeking out over the two large mounds on my chest. Oh shit, this is not going to be a good day. I had closed my eyes tightly, what I can’t see I won’t have to face. Julia reached over and pinched my breast hard, my eyes shot open and I stared at her. Her big smile trying to encompass her entire face. Well Katherine, you need to stay with me this time or I will be forced to dole out a few more enhancements.

“Now let’s go over where we stand at this point. You are truly a gorgeous woman now, 38D breasts, a 28 inch waist at the moment and a 36 inch hip. All of your body hair has been permanently removed except the hair on top of your head and two delicate arches over your eyes. You are committed to heels for the rest of your life, with the junction of your body and legs now sporting a gorgeous cute female pussy to top off your lower torso. Your basic makeup is tattooed on, so you will not have trouble making yourself quite attractive to your spouse. You have one inch nail extensions, a bit much for most ladies, but appropriate for your persona. All of the lacerations have healed totally, leaving not a mark on your body anywhere. Your hair has been highlighted and cut into a female style, with a permanent to hold the cute curls.”

Since you are totally healed I am kicking you out of the clinic. We have taken the liberty of making appointments with all of your customers over the next week, some of them you will be visiting at their home others will come here to talk with you. For a while I have one of my people to go with you and drive, a companion of sorts till you adapt more. You will be out and socially functioning in the future, not holed up somewhere.

Welcome to your new life, sexy, popular, and charismatic. There is no other choice for you. The old male life you had is gone, we have redone your house, now dainty and feminine. With your new car, there is nothing left of your old existence. All of your customers have been fully informed of your new gender, anxious to meet you and continue their relationship with you. You have twice weekly salon appointments to help maintain your feminine image in the appropriate manner. Now give me a hug and get out of here. I need the bed for paying patients. Your clothes are in the closet, Dana is your companion and driver and she is finishing up your paperwork so that you can leave.

When Dana came to help me get dressed I was still in a daze. Bra and panties were first, also the hardest to justify in my mind. As the bra cupped my new chest enhancements I realized the need for it, but the feeling of it around my chest and my nipples rubbing the inside of the cups made life very interesting. Then you have the silky panties sliding up my smooth legs, sending reverberations to the rest of my body. How can you have goose pimples and shortness of breath at the same time. Dana did allow me a few minutes to calm down before the dress was slipped over my head. I started to say something about pants instead, Dana reminding me that I did not own any pants, only dresses and skirts. A big sigh and a wish to get even with Julia for what she has done to me appeared if only briefly. I know deep down that I owed her a lot, but why did she have to take it so far.

Finally dressed and some lip gloss on my lips Dana helped me out of the clinic and to my new life. I could walk okay, but the height of my heels did add some instability to my meanderings. When we stopped next to a car parked at the entrance to the clinic it took me a couple of minutes to realize the white Mustang was now my new car. Decked out with a leather interior and way too many rhinestones on the dash and console it was definitely a car for a feminine individual. It was about an hour to my house, not sure if I wanted to see the new décor, but yet curious to see what was done.

Dana parked in the garage, and helped me out of the car, the heels again my problem. Why Julia had to go to the extreme I will never figure her out. These were five inch heels, the base of the stiletto heel only a quarter inch across. Dana assured me I would adapt quickly since I will be on my feet for the majority of the day, everyday. As we cleared the kitchen, I stopped and took in a deep breath. Julia again and I vowed to get even somehow. There was lace everywhere from the curtains to the upholstery on the furniture. Lavender and pink the predominate colors, with a little apple green and light yellow for contrast. Even Dana giggled at the sight before us. The rest of the house was as bad as the living room if not worse. The huge canopy bed in my bedroom was a sight to behold, covered with miniature dolls all dressed in fancy negligees with hair in ringlets down to their waists. Dana broke out in laughter, with me soon following. I looked at her and told her I am not sleeping in that bed alone, you will be right next to me all through the night.

We did make it through the first night, giggling often at what Julia had done to my house, Dana told me we could change things back I had quite a hefty bank account now due to the settlement. I thought about it, but in a way it felt good to be immersed in this super feminine world. So no I will leave it the way it is, besides any guests to my house will have something to talk about for months.

My former customers were no problem all of them quite happy to have me in my new persona, most of them telling me they preferred me this way. A few telling me it was long overdue, now what they see is the real me. In fact I gained several new customers due to word of mouth.

When it was time for Dana to return to the clinic, her help not needed anymore in my care, I made her an offer. It was after a nice dinner out as a restaurant we both favored. I handed her a box that I kept in my purse. Inside was an envelope containing an application for a marriage license and a ring box. She gasped when she saw the ring box, so I lifted the lid of the box and slid the ring on her finger. I would like you to be my soulmate, to share my life with me and let me show you my love for you. Besides I need someone to cuddle in that huge canopy bed, and I have grown used to my partner so far. I will be the wife, take care of you, cook for you and love you for all eternity, please say yes. Well we never did finish our meals, more important things needed to be handled. I think the restaurant gave up on us the waitress picking up our unfinished meals and bringing back to go boxes in their place. We did finally leave finding out that the owner had picked up the tab for our dinner.

Dana did say yes, and we were married in Vegas a few weeks later. I am so lucky all of this because Julia figured I needed some female alterations. A decision to treasure forever.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Felice: Cutest Sissy Ever

Felice: Cutest Sissy Ever

My wife was all excited as she entered the house. Bouncing up and down while eyeing me up. “Since you have been unemployed for so long this will get you back in the work force some, the job is super easy and you should have no difficulty with it.” She had a colored flier in her hands, pink in color with a picture of a juvenile looking female on the upper right hand corner of it. She handed it to me, watching me closely as I read what was printed on the flier. After getting half way down the sheet I quickly handed it back to her and retreated several feet, wanting nothing to do with this crazy idea of hers. As if backing away from her will save me from being sucked into her plan.

Well, time for her to unleash the big guns, her husband not having a chance to avoid this. I was dragged to the couch and pushed down on it, with her positioning herself right next to me. She now had both of my hands in hers and was leaning in to deliver a sizzling kiss. Not a quickie but a long tantalizing smooch with tongue.
I let out a huge sigh, once again I will probably be coerced into this, her assault on my senses always works. I might protest a little but in the end I am putty in her hands. After I was left a smoldering mess on the couch she smiled. Compliance was now assured, time to proceed to the rest of this scenario. Just like that I had unknowingly agreed to her wishes, even though not a single word had escaped my lips. I did get a heartfelt thanks for agreeing to become a sissy, a softer and more passionate kiss delivered along with several gropes of my little fella to help seal the deal.

She left me on the couch, since she needed to do some shopping for me, things to obtain so that I could qualify for the cutest sissy contest. I sat there for the longest time just staring at the wall, hoping that I will soon awake from this bizarre nightmare. After closing my eyes several times and re-opening them the nightmare was still here. I found the flier and read it over again, this time trying to figure out just what this job was and how a contest had anything to do with the job.

It was a contest for the cutest Sissy, the top ten contestants getting jobs promoting sissy clothes and makeup for a chain of stores supplying those items. That same company also has an internet presence and ships worldwide if required. The job was five days a week, eight hours a day modeling clothes and makeup at malls and at their stand alone stores. The pay is three hundred a week, once selected all beauty services, makeup and clothing furnished by the company. Each model will be accompanied by a company representative to assist in clothing changes and help with makeup and accessories. They will also furnish transportation to the venue and see to the care and feeding of the cute sissy.

It sounded pretty good on paper other than me having to portray a sissy. I no doubt will be able to look like one, my small stature and lack of anything looking like muscle sure to assist in my portrayal. Allowing my hair to grow out probably a big mistake now, but recently there have been precious little funds for a haircut. My figure was pretty much straight up and down, along with no muscles I didn’t have an ounce of fat on me. Arms and legs skinny very similar to my wife’s. I was pretty sure with some lipstick and a little makeup, I could easily be considered a female or in this particular case, a Sissy.

Libby, my wife had a good paying job, plus the flexibility to work pretty much when she wanted. It was a supervisory position with her riding herd on approximately three hundred employees. I meanwhile had been laid off five months ago, and despite doing everything in my power to find another job, was still without one. Not even a second interview with anyone, my skills if any were not desired by any company. A brief look at my resume and I was sent on my way, being told there were no positions available.

A while later Libby, came bouncing in again, her arms loaded with bags of shopping, I wondered if the store had anything left. I noticed the logo on the bag said Turnabout Sissy, where all of the pretty Sissies shop at. Crap all of these clothes are for me. I was hustled into the bathroom, all of the bags of clothing left in our bedroom. I found myself naked faster then I even realized was possible. While I was being undressed the tub was filling, the water smelling like perfume. I was helped into the tub and then told to stay, like you might tell a puppy when training them. The water felt good, so I was a good puppy and stayed.

I heard her in the bedroom, not sure what she was doing and probably not wanting to know. She came back a little later and washed me thoroughly, from my hair on the top of my head to my toes. Yes, even there got washed. She had never bathed me before, a new experience altogether. I tried to do it myself, but she would have nothing to do with that line of thinking. My few attempts met with a slap on my arm and a warning to just sit there. The warning was delivered in a voice she seldom used with me, one that I instantly obeyed. I was dried off, then dragged to the bedroom.

My closet door was open, the emptiness of it shocked me. All of my male clothes now gone somewhere. So my choices now were severally limited, cooperate to be dressed as a sissy or go naked.

She wanted to see how my new things fitted, so one piece after another was tried on me, most put back on the bed a couple of pieces placed back into a bag, probably to be returned. The few chances I got to see me in the article of clothing was depressing, my male image totally gone, a young female all there was to be seen. I use the words young female very loosely, I am not sure what you call a female that has just started school. Maybe in a couple of the dresses graduated from kindergarten might be a more appropriate analogy. Other than my size I looked like one of those young females.

After she went through all of her purchases, I was dressed in one of the frilliest dresses and taken to her car. No underwear, no shoes, just a pair of flip flops, nothing else. A short drive and we pulled up in front of her beauty salon. I had in the past dropped her off here for her appointment but I had never been in the salon itself. Well, there is a first time for everything and no matter how I protested or tried to delay her from getting me in there I found myself in front of their reception desk, blushing twenty different shades of red.

One of the other techs came up front to escort me back to a treatment room, while my wife signed the permission slips for my treatments today. I apparently was considered a young child by the salon, my apparent mother signing for me to have the treatments. Larger than any female child, but definitely not looking very adult like.

My dress was removed, as my whole body turned a bright shade of red, being naked in front of someone other than my wife quite embarrassing. Nothing was said about the male appendage in my groin, it was ignored like it didn’t exist.

First on the agenda was removing all of my body hair, a cream slathered over my body and left on for thirty minutes. Libby had returned to supervise my transformation smiling as my body is covered in the cream. Then I had to stand there as the cream did its job, naked and totally exposed. I willed my little fella to stay soft, the time or two I saw my reflection in the mirror he seemed to have shriveled up to nothing. Finally the cream is wiped off, my sparse body hair with it. The tech seeing my expression on my face told me not to worry, the cream removal is permanent, no need to repeat the treatment later. I stared at Libby, she just smiled and winked at me.

While the tech is preparing my next treatment I asked Libby about the money for the clothes and my treatments, wouldn’t it have been better to have saved that rather than take a chance on me winning the contest. Another larger than normal smile, the store and the salon have donated their services and clothing, since they are sure I will be among the top ten finalists. So none of this is coming out of our finances, you can rest easy there. Face it, you are going to be the cutest sissy ever and soon thereafter popular and famous.

When the tech came back into the room, she was carrying a tray of things, sitting it on the table next to where I was laying and then helping my feet into some stirrups she had pulled out from the end of the table. She used a strap to secure them in the stirrups, then spread them wide so she could work on my groin. I started pleading and begging right away, fearing where this was headed. Libby held up a gag, the implication clear and unavoidable. I shut up, maybe it will not be as bad as I feared.

For the next hour my little fella was handled and manipulated till he was secured to a spot on my groin. I had lost feeling down there, having to lift my head some to even be able to see what was being done. When I didn’t see him sticking out any more, I knew it was too late. Then when the tech glued a silicone vagina over the area, I knew my time as a male is over. What I now saw down there is the same thing Libby has, not even a little patch of hair, just two puffy lips surrounding a slit. I closed my eyes, a few tears emerging and sliding down my cheek. It might still be there somewhere, but anyone looking down there only seeing a female sex in its place.

The tech moved to my hair next washing and conditioning it then cutting it into a feminine style. The style left most of the length, but on my forehead I was now sporting bangs. The remaining hair was formed into two pigtails, one on each side of my head. The pigtails were secured with some ribbon, the ends of the ribbon hanging down with the pigtailed hair. She used a curling iron to add some curls to the bottom of the pigtail. The resulting image in the mirror across the room very juvenile looking. I looked like a larger than life little girl, maybe four or five years old. Not a desired look for a young male.

Some makeup was applied, just mascara for my eyelashes, rouge for my cheeks, and lipstick for my lips. Everything in a pale pink except for the lashes, those in a dark brown. The mascara mainly used to lengthen the lashes for that cute innocent sissy look.

When the tech told Libby it was semi-permanent I was shocked, but Libby explained it would wear off in two to three months. Since it had already been applied it was a mute point anyway. I hope I do get the job, otherwise job hunting is going to be even more difficult, the image in the mirror in front of me quite feminine, well once you get past the little girl look.

I did get a pair of panties to wear home, the snugness of them against my flat groin a little unsettling for me. The dress I wore to the salon was slipped back on me, the total look now very sissy like.

Then Libby had another surprise for me, a harness like you see on a lot of small kids, a way for a parent to help control her little child. It was fixed on me and the straps buckled up. My arms and hands were caught up in the harness, so I had no way to avoid being led away. She attached a leash to it and we were off. In her car I was secured, the seat belt and the harness making it impossible for me to get loose. Instead of heading back home she drove us to the local mall. I was shaking my head no as she helped me out of the car and then grabbed the leash and led me straight to the mall entrance. Once inside I tried to keep behind her, not wanting to be seen like this. She headed straight to a store on the upper level of the mall. I am sure I was stared at as she led me along, but I tried to ignore any looks or comments. As we entered the store I saw the sign in the front window, Turnabout Sissy. Oh gawd, now what. I was led to the back where they had set up a booth to take pictures and sign up the prospective sissies for the contest.

With her still holding the leash for my harness I couldn’t disappear. She filled out the entry form, then the photographer took a multitude of pictures of me. I was handed a lollipop for a few of the pictures, then a doll to hold for a few more. Libby was all smiles as several of the mothers of the other sissies made the remark that they were sure I would be among the finalists. Since we were in the sissy store, my dress was changed then I was paraded around in front of the store, a preview of my job if I am among the finalists. There were several of us modeling the dresses, although I seemed to draw the most attention from the small crowd watching the show. Back in the dress I wore to the mall and then headed to her car. The damn harness re-fastened around me before we left the store.

I was left in the living room still in the damn harness, my arms entangled in the straps. I heard her in our bedroom wondering what she was doing there. Since my male clothes were gone, I couldn’t think of anything more she could be doing. About thirty minutes later she reappeared and led me back there. I stopped at the door, seeing a crib now on the wall next to our bed. I had seen the crib before, her sister had used it for her last child, even though it was larger than a normal crib. I think the crib had been stored at her parent’s house, now her parent’s probably knowing about the sissy contest. It just seems to get worse with every passing moment.

I immediately started begging to end this scenario, not wanting to even think of being put in the crib for a nap. My guardian angels were on a break, as she led me over to the crib. She let down one side, had me sit on the edge of the crib mattress, then undid my harness. I started to get up, but a sensuous kiss stopped me in my tracks. The mittens from earlier were slipped on my hands, I was leaned back as she diapered me then fastened a strap over my chest to keep me from falling out of the crib. The crib was a little small for my body, so I ended up with my legs to the side of me and crunched up some, like I was being cuddled. A baby bottle of milk appeared from nowhere and she rubbed my throat to get me to start sucking it into my mouth. The last I remember of anything was when the bottle seemed empty and had fallen to the side of my face. She had turned on a mobile above my head and that along with the bottle of milk had put me to sleep.

When I awoke I realized I had wet my diaper, the wetness cold and thoroughly spread through out the diaper. I tried to call out to Libby, not wanting to be stuck in the wet diaper any longer. The first words out of my mouth were far from understandable, sounding like utterances from a baby. The pitch of my voice was higher, also weaker. I tried to swallow to get my normal voice back, but if anything it got higher and more garbled.

Libby did come and change my diaper, but left me pinned to the mattress of the crib. I now smelled like baby powder, and thankfully I was dry for awhile. As she left I received a kiss on the nose, even though I was waving my arms around trying to get her to release me. Apparently it was not to be. She did return a few minutes later with another baby bottle in her hands. I tried to refuse the bottle, but she had other ideas. It was held to my lips, then when I failed to open my mouth she pinched my nose causing me to open my mouth wide. The bottle was inserted, then a few strokes of her hand on my throat caused me to start sucking the milk into my mouth. I feared the contents of the bottle were causing my voice problems, and my failure to be able to control my bladder. Too late now to avoid the milk, much of the bottle now empty. Several minutes later I was sound asleep, dreaming of all things sissyish, wearing one of my new dresses. My teddy bear under my arms clutched tightly to my body.

When I awoke, I was released from the crib, then led to the living room. Right in the center of the room was a play pen. I put on the brakes, fearing that is where I will be put in shortly. Sure enough that is what happened, then the top of the playpen was swung into place. Secured in place I was now trapped. With the mittens on I couldn’t do anything to escape. I did get a teddy bear to play with, boredom eventually making me pick it up and started playing with it. I even talked to it, my voice now high and child like.

The following days were a repeat, crib at night, then a playpen during the day. A different dress everyday, and of course diapers all the time. By now I had lost any control of my bladder not even realizing I had wet the diaper until the liquid had spread through the diaper and was turning cold.

It was two days later when Libby received a phone call asking her to bring me to the sissy store.

Dressed in one of my new dresses, with Mary Jane shoes on my feet, my makeup refreshed and the damn harness secured to my body I was led to her car. In the back seat I noticed a child’s seat, something new. Sure enough, I was helped into it and fastened in. I just stared out the window, all of this just too much for my small mind to deal with. At the mall I was helped out of the seat, then led to the sissy store. There was quite a crowd gathered, but one of their managers saw us coming and we were led through the crowd right into the store. I noticed a bunch of fellow sissies on a stage set up at the back of the store. I joined them, the harness removed, and a badge stating my name and sissy age was hung around my neck. I was to be called Felice, five years old and not potty trained yet. When I read that I turned instantly red, My supposed need for a diaper made known to everyone. Of course, right on cue I felt a release and figured out I had just peed in my diaper. No control whatsoever, the warm moist liquid spreading through the diaper the first I knew of what I had just done.

I was one of the finalists, when it was announced I let out a huge sigh, the life of a sissy going to be with me forever.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Jody; A Sister’s Love

Jody; A Sister’s Love

I was being sent to Aunt Angela’s for a while. I didn’t want to leave Mom, but she almost forced the issue. I could tell she was still torn apart after losing her daughter, my sister Janey. I don’t think I was much better off than her, closing my eyes I still could see her, her enthusiasm, her caring, her love for everything in life. The accident had taken her from us, the drunk driver that ran into her car walked away from the accident. Life is so god damn unfair. Janey and her best friend were killed in the accident, coming back from shopping at the mall.

Angela had helped so much all ready. She got Mom to see a psychiatrist, after her third visit to the shrink I could see a little improvement. Aunt Angela now turned her attention to me. When she came to pick me up, she explained that dealing with a loss of a loved one takes time, when your mother sees you, all the memories of her loss come rushing back. Both of you need a little time apart, to focus on what is important. Angela is not new to this, she lost her husband and daughter ten years ago, to another drunk driver. So this was nothing new. What made her so smart, well it probably was the doctorate degree she got in psychology. That was her way to cope, to go back to school and learn about people’s actions and thoughts.

I was taken to her home and offered my choice of bedrooms. I guess I surprised her when I asked if I could stay in her daughter’s old room. I got an immediate smile from her and she helped me unpack. She had neatened it up, but essentially it was still a young female’s room. She spent some time with me, helping me to cope with the loss, we went to movies, out to eat and even went to the beach one day. I sensed she was watching me, my every move and action, seeking to see how I was handling this loss. Truthfully, in my opinion, I was not handling it very well.

I could still close my eyes and see Janey staring at me. She loved to do it, knowing that it bothered me immensely. What she didn’t know was how attached I got to that action. When she did it she was feeling frisky, ready to take on the world, her quirky brother first. I never could stay solemn around her, she would pester me, tease me, annoy me and then out of the blue pull me into this huge hug, squeezing the daylights out of me. If I resisted I was kissed unmercifully until the smile she knew was there came out. Then just like that she was gone her job done for the day. It was so frustrating, yet in a way I looked forward to her efforts. That part of her is the part I miss the most.

Angie did get me to talk to her, it took a few days but she kept at it and soon all of this came out. I expected some type of therapy to help make me forget, instead she wanted me to savor the feelings, to remember all the good times and maybe write them down, a way to always remember what sis was like. On one of her trips out, she came back her SUV loaded with bags of clothes and stuff. It was Janey’s clothes and things from her room. We had a long chat that night, about why Mom wanted those things out of the house. Angie knew it was wrong, but to appease her sister she packed everything up. It was explained to me that Mom was trying to erase all the memories instead of treasuring the good times. To remember her daughter for who she really was.

I kept quiet, but Angie knew I was hiding some thought or desire. A lot of Janey’s clothes were put in the closet next to her daughters, my few male things squashed against the corner of the closet. Even some of her underwear was placed in the dresser in the room, my few male items laid on a chair in the corner of the room. I never questioned her actions, although almost anybody else could see what she was helping set up. It was several weeks later, I looked to the chair and saw there were no shorts left that were clean. I knew I couldn’t get by without any, so I opened the drawer and removed a pair of Janey’s panties. I quickly pulled them up and grabbed my jeans before my mind fully realized what I had just done. If I couldn’t see them on my body there wouldn’t be any guilt, at least that is what I was trying to convince myself of.

Angie was downstairs when I came down, took one look at me and hauled me to the laundry room. I was shown how to do laundry, but instead of my shorts she made me do her lingerie first. Gawd she was evil. I had to place every item in the washer, after straightening it out, hooking the bra clasps together so that the hooks wouldn’t catch on other clothes. Then add the detergent and fabric softener. When the wash cycle ended I was called so I could put them in the dryer, even though she was standing right there when the washer buzzer went off. On top of that they were her underwear to start with. Then when the dryer beeped I had to fold each item and put it away in her drawers. As I was heading back to the living room, she informed me that I would do my frilly underwear the same way when there was enough for a load. I tried to deny her accusation, but she just raised an eyebrow and giggled.

There was never anymore said, I never did see any of my male underwear again, underpants and t-shirts suddenly missing. Of course, I never asked about them either, by then I was utterly entranced by the feel of frilly lacy underwear. I did respond differently to Angie now. When as a male, I did hug her some, but it was few and far between. Now it was common occurrence every time I greeted her in the morning. She would always hug me tighter, not letting me slip away quickly. I can’t tell you how wonderful those hugs were. I would even lean in to her more in the morning anticipating her tender heartfelt hug.

It was about a month later when we had another long talk. She had taken me to dinner, a movie afterward and when we got home she dragged me to the library in her home. It was actually her office, lots of books and reams of studies and college dissertations. I swallowed hard since her expression seemed quite serious.

“The time has come for you and your Mother to get back together for a few days. Your Mom has blocked every thought of your sister from her memory. She is coping with life, but has this big hole there now, empty and depressing. She needs you back in her life some, but also needs to be reminded of her daughter. You just can’t eliminate someone from your life, erase all the memories and expect things to be normal again.”

“Now you have a brain, I have showed you some things, what would you do if it was up to you?” I stared at her just like my sister would have done to me if she was still alive. I got a giggle from Angie, but she patiently waited for my response. I took way too long, but the idea I had suppressed for so long kept kicking at the door. I swallowed hard, I would dress as Janey and visit Mom showing her all of my love for her and sis. Those few words were spoken so softly, I was afraid if I spoke out, I would die a slow death. Angie smiled asking me to repeat what I had just said. I knew she heard me, but often I was told to repeat myself, I think more for me to understand what I had said than for her clarification.

“I would dress as Janey and visit Mom showing her all of my love for her and sis.” The hug that enveloped me was so good, I immediately broke into tears, well actually sobbing, Angie held me close, my head on her bosom soaking her blouse. I have no idea how long I was held, the fact that I was all cried out now spoke volumes of the time spent in her arms. I realized I had come to terms with my sister’s death, yes she was gone, but never from my memory. In everything I do she will be with me influencing my actions, making me proud of being her brother.

I felt Angie lay me on the bed, not sure how I got to the bedroom. I was kissed on the forehead and before she closed the door I was out to the world. I dreamed of Janey, but this time it was me acting like my sister, doing things as she would, talking like she would and most importantly loving as she would. When I awoke I was enthused, slipping off the nightie I don’t remember putting on yesterday. I showered, slipped on one of Janey’s pair of jeans, her favorite pull over top and slipped my feet into her favorite tennis shoes. I didn’t plan on doing this it just happened. I ran down the stairs sounding like a herd of buffalo, entered the kitchen and launched myself at Angie. She looked up hearing the thunder on the staircase and was waiting for me her arms spread wide.

“Oh Angie, thank you so much, the nightie was wonderful, can I help you fix breakfast? Is that a new dress, I just love it on you, the color is just you through and through. When can I visit Mom, she doesn’t stand a chance, I will have her laughing and crying within minutes of my arrival. That is good tears, not some old depressing sobs. Where can I start, do you want eggs or just toast. Come on we haven’t got all day, I have things I need to do, my hair is a mess, and look at my nails I can’t go out like this.” Angie was giggling by now, well it is more like laughing, okay rolling on the floor is a better description. “Gee why won’t anyone hurry up, there are too many things that need to be done.”

I was given a glass of juice, I am sure to just keep my quiet, if I was drinking I couldn’t talk. Angie did feel my forehead to make sure I wasn’t burning up with some weird fever. After she quit giggling I was held tightly, again in self-preservation mode. I did calm down some, but even though I wasn’t vocalizing much my mind was still going a hundred miles an hour. Angie had been listening to me, I had an appointment at her salon for later to get my hair and nails taken care of. When I returned to my room I went through the closet, picking one or two outfits to take with me to Mom’s. Well it turned out to be a small suitcase full. I didn’t waste my time, my few remaining pieces of male clothing were packed away and I carried them to the garage. I did mark Goodwill on the boxes, those clothes I will never need again.

Angie watched all of this, never making comments but keeping an eye on what I was doing. I was bouncing off the walls as we made it to her salon, I was babbling about anything and everything, picking out the hair style I wanted and my new nail color. My hair got washed, conditioned and cut into a real cute feminine hairstyle. I had grown it to shoulder length, so there was enough length to frame my face. I got the hair in curlers treatment, then under a dryer for almost an hour. While my hair was baking my nails were lengthened, then coated in way too many coats of an absolutely adorable shade of pink. To say I loved my new nails would be quite an understatement, constantly looking at them, the glossy pink color almost mesmerizing.

Two hours later I was now the female equivalent of Jody. I made Angie bring my suitcase when she came to pick me up, determined to see what I could do to get Mom back in life again. I was enthusiastically hugged by Angie, her obvious approval of my new look.

We showed up on Mom’s doorstep, me bouncing out of the car and through the door. I had a mission and was going to get results. I found Mom in the kitchen, getting up from the table as she heard the front door slam shut. I approached, the shock on her face was very evident. I walked up to her and took her in my arms, pulling her to me. She tried to pull away, but I was determined. I could hear some sobbing and when I backed away a bit I could see the tears. I placed my hands on both sides of her face making her look me in the eyes.

“Mom, Janey is gone, but I am Jody your other daughter. I need you in my life to teach me about being a female, but you also need me, so that I can show you all the love I have for you, the love Janey and I have for our Mom. So no more tears, you are in the loving hands of your daughters. Janey and Jody will look after you and love you and care for you. But you need to love and care for us too, not try and erase our memories. Now since that is settled what are we having for supper?”

I got a giggle from her, Angie in the background just smiled, Jody and Janey had managed what modern psychotherapy had not been unable to.

Mom was lost, trying to piece all of this together, other daughter, Jody is my son isn’t he? She looked my way, I just grabbed her and kissed her on the cheek. Come on Mom let’s go I am starving. More giggling from her, Angie offering to take us to dinner. I shrieked I need my suitcase, I can’t go out looking like this. I grabbed the keys from Angie and ran out of the house to great laughter. I ran back in and headed to Janey’s old room. I heard Mom and Angie talking, I presume about me. I pulled out a dress and within five minutes I was bouncing back down the stairs. I grabbed each of their arms and pulled, come on your daughter is starving here. Angie was chuckling but Mom still was sporting the deer in the headlights look.

We were at the restaurant before Mom began to get it together. I knew I had won, but still needed to reinforce her behavior. I grabbed her hand and pulled her harder into the lobby, telling the hostess we were hungry and need a table for three. We were seated to quite a bit of smiles from the other patrons, Mom did sit right next to me, a sign of some acceptance. I asked her what she had been doing while I was gone, to her remarks I just sighed and stated the obvious ‘boring’, but I will help you get rid of the boredom. “We can go shopping, the new earrings they have out are to die for, I need new underwear, and the full cut panties are for old women.” I got a harrumph on that, but I just carried on. “I need new posters for my bedroom, also since I am old enough for makeup now, we can go to the Mac counter and I can get a makeover. Won’t that be fun, maybe I can get my ears pierced too, all the pretty earrings are only for pierced ears, Pleaseeeee.”

Ordering food and drinks cut down on the conversation some, but as we finished our meals Mom leaned over and hugged me, I leaned in to her making sure we were touching and whispered in her ear that I love her so much. Angie paid the tab as two females, a mother and her daughter with tears dripping from their eyes left the restaurant.

When we got back to the house we all sat down and talked and talked. Angie explaining about what she had shown me and that Jody had implemented all of this on her own, yes on her own. She maybe was born with male parts, but is undoubtedly a female otherwise. All the time I was sitting next to my Mom my head on her bosom. After midnight I wandered off to bed, I could still hear Mom and Angie talking downstairs as I slipped into oblivion. Well into a nightie, then into oblivion. It was such a delicious nightie, baby doll in style and a pale pink color with lots of lace. It felt heavenly on my body, even better when I snuggled into bed clutching it to my body tightly.

The next morning I just laid there, hoping Mom will be alright now, nothing will bring Janey back, but her love for all of us can help us go on in life. Maybe through me she can make Mom’s life somewhat normal again, ease some of the pain and bring Mom and I closer together. I have to remember to thank Angie for all she has taught me, that and Janey’s love for all of us just might brighten this part of the world some.

Angie came to get me out of bed, sitting next to me on the bed and taking my hands in hers. “Jody, you did well. There is still some reluctance to join in, but several times this morning she has commented on you actions last night. Give her time and lots of love, I am sure she will now participate in life as she should. I presume you intend to live as the female Jody now, you are acting just like a girl, a fact that I have not taught you. I wonder where you picked up all of the mannerisms from. Personally I think Janey and you were sisters all along, you just withheld more than she did.”

I looked up at Angie, smiled and said “Janey is right here in my heart, where she will stay for the rest of my life. We will both take care of Mom, love her and care for her. Now that is settled, I will visit often, I think you could use a little loving too. You have no choice, you just as well accept it and learn to live with it.

Now have you found any guys that turn you on? That next door neighbor of yours is kind of cute, he looks like he is loaded and has big hands, you know what that means don’t you? Angela started laughing after the blood stopped invading her upper torso. I have never seen her that red and blushed, ever. She retaliated by hugging me to death, trying to get even for my remark that caused her to be embarrassed.

Mom still tried to withdraw some from life, but I was there in her face, hugging, kissing, talking, and dragging her everywhere. Most of Janey’s things fit me, so I really didn’t need many clothes. But dragging Mom to shop with me was part of the therapy. Into as many stores as possible, holding up items to me to get her comment or opinion. About three weeks later we were eating a hamburger at a place a couple of blocks from the mall when she thanked me.

“I know I was a mess, but you have reminded me of how much I am loved from both of my daughters, and how much I was wallowing in my misery. Thank you for saving me from myself, I will treasure our time together for the rest of my life. Now what are your plans for college, I will not have a daughter that is not educated and working toward her career.”

I was tempted to tell her that I just wanted to find a rich guy and marry, becoming a housewife and watch daytime TV. I was pretty sure that would not fly, so in the interest of keeping my butt swat free, decided to skip that part. I told her that graduating from high school was first, maybe I can get a scholarship for college, but time will tell. I do like what Angie is doing, maybe being a psychologist is in my future. I can start with that intention and if all fails I can become a stripper, they make a lot of money and don’t need many clothes. I got such a look, if certain kinds of looks could kill, I would be a smoldering mess right now.

Most of the drama had occurred during summer break, Sis getting killed right after school let out. I had three weeks before school resumed, deciding to consult Angie about her help in getting me enrolled as a female in school. To my surprise she had already performed the task, Jody now a female and a sophomore in school. She had obtained some other doctor’s evaluations of me, along with hers they were submitted to the school board. I was classified as a transsexual, after making sure I would be protected from bullies, my records were changed, now I am an official female student of Richardson High School. A day before school started Angie and I met with the principal, discussed about what bathroom I would use and arranged for a place for me to change in private for P.E. class.

I managed to persuade Angie and Mom about my need for some new clothes, a female sophomore can’t just wear what she wore last year, it just isn’t done. They moaned and groaned, but I got my way, a cute daughter who is very vocal can get just about anything she wants. The first day of school I was up early, the clothes I had picked out yesterday to wear seemed all wrong, then I went through my closet, stacking the rejects on my bed. Finally I ran out of time, having to settle on a dress that barely covered my panties, the only way I got out of the house with it on was the fact that I was already heading for the bus before she saw me in it. I called Angie, asking her to talk to Mom today, maybe she could keep Mom from buying me a chastity belt today, or some such device to discourage the males away from her wayward daughter. I got a laugh from Angie, but she told me it would cost me big, so don’t be surprised when the bill is delivered.

School was really anticlimactic after what transpired over the summer. I made a lot of new friends, everybody treating me just like I was a real female. I managed some better grades, the new Jody more focused on learning something, instead of just attending class. I went to all of the dances, being a part of the group was important to me, the male Jody more of a loner, never wanting to indulge in anything social. I was elected to the student council, president of the chess club and a sophomore attendant to the homecoming queen.

I managed to get Mom to join the PTA, one of their functions was to chaperon the frequent school dances. At the monthly PTA meetings she found a guy that showed interest in her. They dated a couple of times, but Mom was reluctant to do anything more. I stepped up to the plate catching them leaving the house for one of their infrequent dates.

“Look you two this has gone on long enough, let’s quit the chit chat and get down to business. First I want you two to kiss each other right now.” They leaned into each other and gave each other a peck on the cheek. “Gawd, do I have to show you two everything. Let’s have some passion here, you act like you are compatible, but at this rate I will be an old maid before I get a baby brother or sister.” I gave them each a push towards each other, then smiled as the kiss turned sensual and mushy. I left the two love birds, went to my room and emailed Angie, telling her there might be a wedding in the near future.

Angie emailed me right back, wanting to know who my boyfriend was, and if she had met him yet. I replied it was Mom with the boyfriend, from the way they are acting a definite possibility of another child added to the family, with me finally getting a dad after all of these years. I liked Mom’s boyfriend, he was level headed, smart, and made a lot of money in the stock market. We often talked, about what I wanted in life, and about how I came to be a daughter instead of a son. I was truthful, and he thanked me for helping to get Mom back in the game. He had tried to approach her before the PTA, but was soundly rejected on numerous occasions.

Although I had school now to keep me occupied, I never lost contact with the Janey inside of me. Over a period of time I found myself adopting a lot of her habits, not consciously, but before I knew it I was doing almost everything just like Janey would. Even a few of my girlfriends at school made the mistake of calling me Janey. They apologized immediately, but to me it was an honor to be seen as Janey by them.

I kept at Mom and her new beau, often embarrassing them when I could catch them sneaking kisses and hugs. Pretty soon get a room for that was a normal phrase spoken in the house. I loved to see the two blush red, then try to sneak away to continue their fun. After six months of dating I gave them an anniversary present. Mom missed the whole thing about it being her six month anniversary, but Nate her beau did not, getting her a gorgeous pair of earrings. I surprised them by paying for their anniversary dinner at a nice restaurant and gave him money for a dance club after. When handing him the money, I point blank asked if he was ever going to ask the question. He blushed a bright red. I pointed to my face. Look wrinkles, if you wait much longer I will need a face lift before I can be a part of your wedding. He didn’t ask her that night but a week later he did, and stupid Mom told him she would think about it. When I found out, I cornered Mom in her bedroom, the sleep still in her eyes.

“Are you nuts, get a backbone and call him right now, make a date for tonight and do what you know is right. Are we clear on this or do I need to go with you and make sure you wrap this up. He is gorgeous, he loves you, what the hell more do you need. Oh, he will make a great father, plus he can afford to keep me in clothes as I go through my Princess years. So come on, before you lose him and piss me off.” She was giggling at my daughter / mother talk, but was reaching for the phone as she did so.

I made sure she was dressed to the nines, then cornered him as he came to the door, promising him anything he wanted if he would ask her again tonight. He smiled, it’s a deal, now do you want to know what I want from you? I swallowed hard, then nodded yes. I got a huge hug, then he whispered in my ear, you have to continue to love your Mom and every once in a while give me a kiss and a hug. I launched myself at him, hanging from his neck as he started laughing at me. I got even kissing him all over his face, then when Mom showed up telling her that he was cavorting with several girls as he came up the sidewalk. Mom looked at me, cavorting huh, maybe you need to look up the meaning of the word before you spread it around. With that they were out the door, I sure hope they finally get it together, I could certainly use a Dad every once in a while. They did agree on a date that night, finally Mom will have someone besides me and Janey in her life and I will have a Dad for a change.

I did well in school, my senior year I was elected homecoming queen and later just before graduation I was told I would be valedictorian. I managed a scholarship for college, deciding to pursue being a psychologist like Angie. When Mom got married after way too long of an engagement I got to be a bridesmaid, I was so happy for them. My new father was everything I thought he was, I was loved unconditionally, made to mind and he guided me as I made my way through college. His advice was like Angie’s telling me the options then making me decide how to implement the actions I chose.

I still do the Janey thing quite often, now not so much as Janey would perform the feat, but as I would do it. Janey had changed me, now I am like her, both somewhat in looks and exactly like her in actions.

There is a boy in my life now, we met in my senior year of high school, dated some and then at graduation he asked me to go steady with him. He knew about me from the start, but was in love with the female Jody. I tried to dissuade him several times, suggesting that he could have a relationship with a normal female, one that could give him children and much more. His answer always the same. “No, the Jody I fell in love with is all the female I need. Now shut up and kiss me.” I did and the conversation was over. I eventually stopped trying to dissuade him, a fact he was very happy about. He even decided to go to the same college as me, not wanting to be away from me if he could prevent it.

I imagine we will marry, four years of dating and enjoying each other leaves me kind of hooked on him. He has met my parents and has been approved. Even Angie likes him. We cuddle a lot, kiss like two sex starved teenagers, but have not done the deed. I am sure he would like to, but respects me and my wishes. My official word on the subject is I would like to wait until I marry, unofficially let me at him. I am sure it won’t be much longer, the will to resist is getting weaker every day.

To think it all started with a sister’s love.

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