28 August 2016

The Birch Academy Part 1

By: Cordellian


I leapt to my feet as soon as I heard the front door key turn in the
latch, dropping this month's copy of Marie Claire magazine onto the
glass coffee table, with its article on 'Spring Coats: 101 Brilliant
Buys' that I had been busy reading. It wasn't that I wasn't allowed to
take a break and read girlie magazines - far from it, Amanda Blake,the
bane of my life, actually insisted I did, to the point where yesterday
I had been instructed to engage Ellie, my beautiful wife, in
conversation before going to bed on the subject of hair and beauty news
from the pages of Cosmopolitan - but I was expected to be at the front
door as soon as my beloved Ellie returned from work. I hurried in my
heels and starched maid uniform and stood attentively as Ellie and
Amanda swept through into the hallway. My heart sank a bit as soon as I
realised Amanda was here again. Ellie on her own wasn't so bad, but
Amanda never missed an opportunity to push me further down the road of
forced feminisation. I curtsied demurely as I had been taught to do on
Saturday, and with a bob of my head I took Ellie's coat and hug it up
on the hook in the hallway. Amanda waved me aside as I offered to take
her biker jacket.

"Just get Ellie a drink," she said in irritation as she took a moment
to check out my uniform. I could tell she was looking for any sign of
an infraction of the uniform rules, such as a sloppily tied bow on the
apron, or stocking garters askew.

"Of course, Miss Blake." I bobbed my head and curtsied again, the backs
of my thighs still smarting from Sunday when Amanda had beaten me there
with a steel ruler for not perfecting the curtsies quickly enough. As
as result I'd been practising them all day in between chores. I
followed Ellie into the kitchen and picked a bottle of Chardonnay from
the fridge, broke the screw cap seal and poured some wine into a glass.

"I'll have one too, maid," said Amanda as she hung a dry clean garment
bag up on the kitchen door frame.

"Yes, Miss Blake," I said with another quick curtsey. "Of course. Will
you be staying for dinner? I'm preparing  Penne al'arrabiata tonight
with a side salad."

"No need, Emma. We're eating out tonight."

"We are?" My heart rose. I hadn't been out anywhere for nearly two
weeks now!

"Well, not you obviously. Just Ellie and I." Amanda scooped up the
second glass of wine and sipped it. "We have a table booked at L'Autre
Pied in Blandford Street after which we're going on to a club: Babylon
at the Roof Gardens in Kensington. Ellie hasn't been out in ages, so
I'm treating her. It means you'll have the night off."

"Oh." I had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand I hadn't had a
night off since all this began, and with the flat to myself I'd be able
to stay up late as long as I wished, instead of having to go to bed at
9 pm. But on the other hand... Babylon was a posh club frequented by
the glamorous girls of Kensington and consequently a hunting ground for
predatory, wealthy, virile men in search of such girls. I nibbled my
lower lip apprehensively as Ellie unzipped the dry cleaning bag to
produce the most sexy little black dress in her wardrobe. It was made
of of brushed silk, low cut, with a scandalously short hem line, bare
arms and it fitted her like a glove. Wearing that she would look a
million dollars. "You're... you're wearing that dress, Miss Preston?" I
gulped, feeling a rising tide of dismay. Every Alpha Male in the club
would lock on to her the moment she strode in through the door.

"Oh, I'm not sure about it, but Amanda talked me into wearing it
tonight," said Ellie with an expression of pure innocence. "It's really
pretty, isn't it? But ever so short..."

Pretty? The very definition of sex appeal, you mean! She would be
surrounded by admirers all night long...

Ellie held the dress up against her body and I felt the uncomfortable
stirring in my chastity belt that would lead to aching balls in the
next twenty minutes if I didn't think of anything to calm myself down.

"I'm sure you're secretly dying to have an evening in without me and
Amanda around, ringing our little bells, summoning you to scoot over in
your pretty heels to bring us more wine every half an hour," said Ellie
with a sigh as she picked up a pair of glossy 4 inch Jimmy Choo heels
that she would be wearing with the dress. "You'll be able to read some
fashion magazines, perhaps watch a bit of TV... you'll have such fun."

I fidgeted uncomfortably and placed one glossy heeled foot in front of
the other as I stood there. "It will be nice not to have to go to bed
at 9 PM, Miss Preston, but to be honest I'd rather go out with..."

"Bed time is still 9 PM," said Amanda as she too produced a beautiful
short dress from the garment bag. In her case it was a cascade of
rippling silver sequins. "Though I suppose you can ask your babysitter
for an extension. If she lets you stay up an extra half an hour, I
don't really mind."

"Babysitter?"

"Yes, babysitter." Amanda turned round with a puzzled expression as if
she couldn't understand why I'd just said that.

"I don't need a babysitter! I'm 27 years old!"

"Of course you need a babysitter. Ellie and I can't trust you to look
after yourself if we're not in the flat. Who knows what mischief you'll
get up to while we're out? You're a very junior sissy, still thinking
very much like a silly boy, and we can't just leave you to your own
habits until you learn to act properly. You proved that last week when
you lied to us about doing your chores. So yes, we've booked Ellie's
younger sister, Sally, to babysit for you tonight."

How did all of this start? How did I transform from a cocky, confident
guy into the submissive maid I'm now forced to be for my wife? Well,
the answer means rewinding several weeks back to when all of this
began.

Okay, so part of this is my own fault for having had casual sex with
Amanda Blake. I'll own up on that part right away. But you have to
understand Amanda is extremely hot - long sleek dark hair, slim but
well rounded figure, and a real 'come on boys' look in her eyes, so I
can hardly be blamed for fancying her. Thing is though, Amanda Blake
happens to be a work colleague of my actual girlfriend, Ellie Preston,
so maybe I should have held myself in check when opportunity presented
itself. Am I confusing you here? Yeah, maybe I am. Okay, so let's wind
back even more. The thing is I've been with Ellie now for nearly a
year, but to be honest things were in a bit of a rut. I still fancied
her like mad - she's as good looking, if not even better than Amanda
Blake, with her long blonde hair and tendency to wear short skirts in
the Spring and Summer. Really, really turns me on when she does that.
And since I lost my job a couple of months ago I've been kind of
dependent on her because she's bringing in decent money working for
Cooper, Bradshaw and Plant - a law firm based in London. This tends to
mean she has to work late a lot and she's sometimes too tired for sex
when she does get back home, which leaves me pretty frustrated at
times. To be honest she's not great in bed. The funny thing is, I'd
originally heard from a previous boyfriend through a third party that
Ellie was supposed to be something of a playful minx between the
sheets, but my experience with her has been very different. She started
out okay when we were dating, but after the first couple of times we
had sex she just seemed to, I don't know, cool off and lose interest. I
remember she had this funny look in her eyes when I first stripped off
in front of her and she saw my cock. It was almost as if she was
disappointed by what she saw, which is crazy because it's a perfectly
normal sized cock - a healthy 4.63 inches long when I'm excited, which
previous girlfriends have told me is actually a little bit above
average for men.

And don't believe all that stuff about black men being bigger. My
quiet, shy, timid, vegan girlfriend, Claire, that I went out with five
years ago told me point blank that my cock was the best she'd ever
seen. And I know for a fact she dated a black guy once for a week. And
as it happens Amanda Blake thinks I'm pretty big in the cock
department, as I'll get to later on. Plus, I always take my time when
I'm having sex, making it last for several minutes before I come,
because I know women need time to get into the rhythm of it all. But
sometimes it's like Ellie doesn't really feel anything, so I guess the
problem is she's pretty frigid.

So things have been a bit weird, and it doesn't help that Ellie wears
really sexy lingerie to bed - all that Rosie Huntington-Whiteley stuff
- silk and chiffon teddies and camisoles and chemises and French
knickers and stuff like that which drives me crazy, so I'm always
pawing at her when she climbs into bed, but when I do she looks at me
with these wistful eyes and runs her fingers along my stiff dick when
she says something like, "well, the little man seems to be excited
tonight," but the tone of her voice kind of makes it not sound like a
compliment really, and I get pissed off that she's not fired up like I
am, not even when I rub my cock against her thigh, which is a pretty
sexy thing to do, right - foreplay and all that. Sometimes she'll roll
her eyes and give me a hand job and with that there's no reason for me
to pace myself because if that's all she's going to do, then why should
I stretch the hand job into two or three minutes, so I generally let
myself come after a dozen or so strokes to teach her what she's missing
if she's only going to use her hand, and then she just sighs and shrugs
and passes me a box of tissues, and I think 'what's your problem?'

And then there was that time she got really annoyed when I threw the
scrunched up sodden tissues onto the floor and she ordered me to get
out of bed and dispose of them properly, and then wash myself in the
sink basin afterwards, and I got really annoyed that she didn't want me
to be in bed with her without washing my hands and cock first, and we
had an argument and she told me I wasn't going to get another hand job
ever again unless I apologised, which of course I refused to do,
because I'm a guy and I'm not going to be bossed around like that.

Except after a couple of days it was really beginning to get to me and
in the end I bought her chocolates and flowers and said I was really
sorry, and she said okay, but if I disrespected her like that again
there would be serious repercussions.

So really when you think about it, Ellie's almost mocking indifference
to my sex life kind of drove me straight into the arms of her work
colleague, Amanda Blake. The thing is, Ellie had to spend a couple of
days in Manchester, which happens every couple of weeks, but while she
was away she said Amanda would call round to pick up some DVDs, and
would I mind staying in that night to hand them over to her. Well, I
admit I was quite looking forward to Amanda coming over for half an
hour or so. I imagined I'd take my time finding the DVDs which would
give me the opportunity to flirt with her a bit - just harmlessly - and
then that would fire me up for a really hot bit of masturbation later
on after she left. Actually, that's something I have to be kind of
careful about, because Ellie doesn't like the idea of me masturbating.
In fact she considers it cheating, because she reckons I'm fantasising
about other women, which often I am, and she thinks I don't really love
her if I'm seeking out sexual pleasure that doesn't include her.
Basically, if I do masturbate I have to do it in private and make sure
there's no evidence anywhere that she might find. It really is a deal
breaker for her.

Well, Amanda turning up went better than I thought it would. She was an
absolute knock out when she turned up a lot later than expected.
Apparently she had been working late at the office, because she didn't
appear until nine in the evening. She was still dressed for work, but
what a classy look - short black skirt and crisp white blouse with
three quarter length sleeves, fitted to her body, three and a half inch
glossy black heels with decorative gold chains dangling from the back
of the shoes, and the killer touch - the only just visible glimpse of
stocking tops peeking out from under her skirt. Yep, Amanda Blake wears
stockings to work instead of tights. Who would have thought it? Man,
that gets my pulse racing right away. She came in, apologised for being
late, said she'd had a long day at the office, and asked me whether I
had anything to drink. Not missing a beat I opened some wine and,
forgetting about the DVDs for the moment, we settled down in the living
room with this Goddess taking the armchair opposite mine and leisurely
crossing one gorgeous stocking-clad leg over the other as she began to
actually flirt with me! It was pretty innocent stuff, but it was enough
to make me brave enough to flirt back properly. It was almost as if
she's given me an opening to see what my intentions were, for when she
did, she just smiled, told me what a bad boy I was, and how much in
trouble I was going to be  and then, rising from her chair, she kicked
off one of her heels, and slowly, ever so slowly, not taking her eyes
away from mine, unrolled the stocking from her right leg. What she did
next was amazing. She knotted the stocking like a leash around my
throat and pulled me up from my chair. I was about to stand up but she
shook her head and pointed to the floor. Then with a tug of the
stocking leash she playfully forced me on to my knees before leading me
into the bedroom. God I so wanted her.

But it didn't turn out quite the way I'd expected. While she pulled
down her skirt, shed her silk knickers and rolled the other stocking
off her left leg, Amanda told me to strip completely. I was fumbling a
bit in haste, so it might not have been the most erotic strip
imaginable, but by the time I'd shed my boxers I could see she was
impressed, unlike bloody Ellie.

"Wow," she said with a grin. "Ellie wasn't lying about the size of your
cock." Yes! I thought to myself. It is quite something. And by now it
was already rigid in all its 4.63 inches glory. "That's quite
something, stud. But I'm a bit concerned something that size is going
to hurt me going in. How about you loosen me up a bit first so it'll
fit?" And with that she pushed me back onto the bed and using the
second stocking, securely tied my wrists to the head board. She undid
the stocking around my throat and turning round so she was facing the
foot of the bed, she straddled me, sitting so that her ass was
positioned next to my face, with her sex close to my mouth. The
stocking in her hands was tied loosely around my cock. She lowered
herself so that my lips were touching her intimately and with an
instructive tug of the stocking leash around my cock told me to, "go to
work, stud."

I'm not sure she remembered that I was only supposed to be loosening
her up a little before we did some proper normal fucking, because in
the end she had me licking her out for what seemed to be an eternity.
She came at last three times before I started mumbling that perhaps we
should switch round and try some proper sex now, but with her vagina
pressed against my mouth I couldn't make myself heard. Worse still, if
I slacked off in any way, or if I wasn't licking and kissing in quite
the right place Amanda would give my cock a couple of painful tugs. But
when I was performing satisfactorily with my mouth and tongue, she'd
coo, "oh yes, just there... keep doing exactly that, stud," and would
reward me with a few strokes of her soft fingers along the underside of
my throbbing cock. It was so frustrating! Each touch was wonderful, but
there wasn't enough of it for me to feel anything close to fucking a
woman. With my hands tied above my head, and lying on my back as I was,
with Amanda straddled over me, I couldn't do anything except follow her
precise instructions. By the time she was close to her fourth orgasm, I
signalled my discomfort by thumping my feet in protest against the
mattress. She responded by picking up a flexible steel ruler that Ellie
must have left on the bedside table and promptly spanked me five times
on each thigh! It hurt! I mean really hurt! After that I paid full
attention to her directions and didn't complain again, even though my
jaw was beginning to really ache now. Not to mention my sore balls.

The fourth orgasm seemed to satisfy Amanda to the point where she
climbed off me and pulled her skirt back on. My cock of course was
still standing firm with the stocking tied around it, desperate for
relief.

"Amanda," I spluttered, my mouth no longer covered by her sex,
"shouldn't we now have some proper..." I didn't get to finish saying
that because Amanda turned round and gripped the head of my penis. She
rubbed it two or three times between her fingers and that was enough to
make me come, squirting semen in an impressive arc onto my belly.
Quickly she let go and allowed the rest of the semen to drip slowly as
my cock began to shrink and grow flaccid.

"Nice one, stud," she said as she wiped her fingers clean in my hair
before finally untying my wrists.

I felt a bit weird after all that, and I couldn't shake the feeling
that I hadn't really been in control at all. Amanda scooped up her
stockings and slid her bare feet into her shoes while I looked around
for my discarded clothes. It now felt a bit awkward, so I dug out the
DVDs and mumbled something about deciding to have an early night. To my
surprise she slapped my ass and laughed.

"Too intense for you, was it, stud? Never mind. Things will probably
spice up soon."

I had no idea what she meant by that.

Anyway, the problems began when Ellie got back home a couple of days
later. I was sitting in the living room reading a sports magazine when
she stormed in, a furious look on her face, and in her right hand was a
pair of Amanda's silk knickers that she waved in my face.

"What the fuck is this, David?!" I confess I must have looked up in
horror and the expression on my face must have been one of recognition,
as Ellie slapped me hard across the face and started screaming abuse at
me. "You've been sleeping with someone while I've been away! You
fucking bastard!" I was dumb struck. How on Earth could Amanda have
left those behind? How do you possibly not notice you're not wearing
any knickers when you leave a house? I was in panic mode. Suddenly it
looked like I was going to be out on my ear without a girlfriend, a
home or any means of income.

A ton of shit was about to rain down on me. And then I said the only
thing I could think of to save my relationship, and stop me from being
homeless.

"They're mine," I said. "I like to wear girl's knickers." I held my
breath. Would she buy it? Ellie paused, and then a curious look crossed
her face.

"Yours, David?"

"Yes." I squirmed uncomfortably. It was the lesser of two evils. At
least this way I might have a chance. She'd tell me not to do it again
and I could rebuild some trust and...

"How long has this been going on?"

"Um... not long... I, uh..." I was making this up as I went along.
"Just when you've been away."

"Oh." Ellie looked very confused. "I don't know what to think about
this. This is... not what I expected. I'm not sure how I feel about
this. Maybe this explains some things."

What the fuck did that mean? But I wasn't going to argue.

"Look, it won't happen again. We'll throw them away and..."

"Quiet, David." Ellie motioned that the conversation was at an end for
tonight. "I'm going to think about this. This changes things."

I was going to find out what she meant the next day when she returned
from work earlier than usual. Did I still have a girlfriend? I was
about to find out.

"David, I've had a long conversation with Amanda about this."

Oh shit...

"I had to speak to someone and thankfully she was very supportive. She
said it didn't come as too much of a surprise to be honest. Apparently
she had always thought you might be one of those kind of men..."

One of those kind of men?

"In fact she made a recommendation that we're going to follow. I've
asked her to come round tonight because she has some suggestions to
make to you about your unhealthy obsession with wearing girls'
knickers."

No sooner had Ellie said that then the doorbell rang. "Talk of the
Devil... that must be Amanda now." Ellie shot up and scurried to the
door. I sat frozen with nerves, wondering what the Hell Amanda was
playing at. Had she left the panties behind deliberately? Before I
could formulate any kind of theory, Amanda strolled in from the hallway
and dropped her handbag onto one of the armchairs.

"I know I'm early, Elle, but you were so frantic earlier on today that
I wanted to speak to David on your behalf as soon as possible." She
turned to regard me. "Hello, David. So I hear you've been secretly
wearing panties, hmm?" There was an amused look in her eye. Of course
she knew the panties in question were her own. The question was, had
she left them by accident or deliberately? "I had a long conversation
with Ellie. As you can imagine she was really freaked out, especially
finding out the way she did. Men, really! It would have been a lot
easier if you had just 'manned up' and told her one night instead of
leaving her to discover your secret the hard way. Perhaps you should
begin by telling her how sorry you are, hmm?"

"I'm really sorry, Ellie. I promise it won't happen again."

"Uh-uh, Mr panty wearer, let's not go making promises you know you
can't keep, yeah?" Amanda sat down opposite me and crossed her legs at
the ankles. Shen gave me a long, somewhat amused look as if she was
relishing my sudden predicament. "As it happens I know a bit about this
kind of thing. The first thing you both need to understand is that
someone who wants to wear women's underwear is never really going to
change. It's something deep within them that they can't resist. The
funny thing is I've been reading up on this kind of subject in my
psychology class."

I hadn't mentioned but Amanda Blake is in her second year of a part
time Psychology course which makes her one of those insufferable people
who believe they always know what's going on inside other peoples'
heads. She steepled her fingers under her nose as she sat there deep in
thought for a moment. "Okay, here's how we're going to approach this.
I've thought about it and I feel this is the only way going forward.
Ellie, I know how shocked you are to discover that your boyfriend gets
excited at the thought of wearing a pair of panties, so we're going to
see if and how you can cope with it in your relationship. And David,
we're going to have to find out how deeply confused you are about your
gender identity. I'm sure that at this stage in your development you
don't really know what you want, do you? That's a rhetorical question
by the way. So what I propose is a five day trial period. We let David
wear all the silky knickers he wants for five days and during that time
we'll see how Ellie reacts. Hopefully Elle, you'll come to realise that
it's not the end of the world."

"Amanda, look, I'm prepared to forego wearing any more panties for the
sake of my relationship,"  I said quickly, having no desire to wear
them at all, even for five minutes let alone five days. But the bitch
just smiled softly and shook her head.

"Oh David, you know it's not that simple. If you bottle up your needs,
those needs will grow and grow and GROW until you find yourself
becoming more and more frustrated and resentful to the point where it
will ruin your relationship with my dear best friend, Ellie. I know you
think you can give this up, but you don't realise how terrible that
would be for you in the long run. I can help here because I'm a
psychology student." There it was again, that insufferable smugness
because she was halfway through an aeries-faerie degree course suitable
only for landing her a job in a call centre once she got her diploma.
"Thankfully there's a supportive organisation called The Birch Academy
that exists to help, ahem, 'men' like you."

The what?

"The Birch Academy, David. Please pay attention. They keep a low
profile but they understand your helpless needs and desires. How about
we start off my logging you onto their website to complete some simple
written tests and assignments to gauge and measure just how deeply into
women's things you really are. Just think about it! You'll get to wear
those lovely soft silky underthings you love, and then at the close of
the week I can give you and Ellie a professional assessment of what the
future will hold. How good is that?"

"Look Amanda, I appreciate you're trying to help..." I had to pretend
in front of Ellie that I thought Amanda genuinely was trying to help,
even though it was clear to me now that the bitch was doing exactly the
opposite. Amanda knew very well that those were her panties and she
knew perfectly well that I lied about who was wearing them. The
question remained, what exactly was she playing at now with all of
this?

"David, I really don't think Ellie is going to take no for an answer.
Are you, Ellie?"

Ellie lowered her head and sobbed a little. "This is all so sudden and
so much to take on board, David. I don't know what to think. Amanda is
right. We need to find out whether we can still be together now that I
know this about you. It's such a shock." I could see she was close to
tears.

"See, if there is to be any future for the two of you now, we need to
assess how Ellie feels when she sees you in panties on a daily basis,
and how you feel now that your secret is out in the open and you don't
have to hide your desperate needs any longer." Amanda had such a
caring, serious expression on her face that I almost believed she meant
it.

"But Amanda..."

"Or are you saying you simply want to give up on your relationship with
Ellie and move out of here tonight? Is that the kind of selfish,
uncaring man you really are?" added Amanda quickly.

"No! Of course not!" I glanced back at Ellie in horror. She couldn't
possibly want me to walk out, would she? And yet she seemed too
distraught to look at me.

"Well then, that's settled. Ellie will set up your web site account. It
will set you your first assignment tonight to answer a number of
questions that will give me more of an insight relating to your secret
desires. I'll share your answers with Ellie of course, as she has a
right to know how you feel. I will expect truthful answers, and then
we'll see about what to do next. But the good news is you can wear all
the pretty panties you want for the next five days. How happy does that
make you, David?"

"Very happy," I said with the most faked enthusiasm I could muster
under these circumstances. Ellie stifled back a tear from where she sat
on the sofa.

"It'll be all right, Ellie. He's still your boyfriend, just, well, a
bit different than how you imagined him to be." Amanda rose from her
armchair and pointed to the computer in the adjoining room. "Come
along." Amanda led me into the small office where the computer was
housed. Sitting down on the swivel chair Ellie wiped away a tear,
opened up a browser window and logged on to a site called 'The Birch
Academy: Training Sissies since 1873' "Amanda told me about this site.
It helps confused girlie men like you come to terms and understand
themselves, and provides guidance to their confused girlfriends."

"Uh, Ellie, I really don't think we need to..." I paused and looked
again at the website title. "Training sissies since 1873? What the..."

"Just a generic colloquial term for men who love to wear panties,"
explained Amanda as she motioned for me to stand next to Ellie. "In
actual fact it's a very prestigious college of sorts. Some of our
finest Judges, Aristocrats, Company Directors and Politicians have
passed through its gates over the years, so you'll be in fine company."

"Please, David, let me finish. Amanda was a bit vague on the details,
but the site has a programme of sorts that will help you with your
gender issues," explained Ellie.

"I don't think I have any gender issues..." This was spiralling rapidly
out of hand.

"Here." Ellie brought up a page marked 'New Sissy Profiles'. "This is
apparently where you need to start. I'm setting up an ID for you for
the site." I watched as she typed in a name, 'Emma'.

"Who's Emma?"

"You are, silly. You can't log on as David. Amanda was quite clear on
that point. You have to get with the programme, and the programme
expects you to adopt a girl name throughout. There." She clicked the
enter button. Now that she was doing something constructive, Ellie
seemed to have brightened up as she generally did when she was being
proactive. "All set up. Now let's read it together. Come here, babes."
She patted the floor beside the one chair in the office room. Confused
I knelt down beside her. "Good babes." she stroked my head as we
studied the introductory text:

Welcome to the Birch Academy, Emma. Do you feel lost and confused? Do
you yearn for the touch of silken underwear against your skin? Do you
gaze with fascination at the wonderful dresses and skirts on display in
shop windows? Do you desperately wish you had been born a woman? Here
at the Birch Academy we truly understand your needs and over the next
five days our simple mentor programme will seek to determine exactly
how much of a sissy you truly are. Working in conjunction with your
current Mistress, be she wife, girlfriend, or significant other, you
can feel reassured that you are taking those first delicate steps into
becoming what you are truly meant to be. Cast aside those miserable
preconceptions that you were born a man and you can therefore never
live your life as a contented and submissive girl, for our introductory
programme will seek to reassure you that change is possible as the days
go by.

"Ellie, this all sounds a bit freaky. Who are these people?"

"Amanda says they can help you, and to be honest I want you to seek
help, because I was really shocked yesterday when you told me that you
secretly wear lingerie. But I want to help you and understand what this
is all about for the sake of our relationship. So you sit yourself down
here and scroll down to the bottom. You're going to sign up and be
assigned a course mentor. Isn't that exciting?"

I didn't think it was.

"Please, Ellie..."

"Emma, it's either this, or you can pack your bags tonight!" said
Amanda as she leaned against the open doorway. "For fuck's sake, Ellie
is practically bending over backwards to bravely try and understand all
this kinky stuff about you, and she's actually pointing you to a place
where you can find out the truth about yourself and all you do is
whine. You're so ungrateful!"

"You are," added Ellie as she turned to look at me with those beautiful
big eyes. "I'm trying so hard here. It isn't easy for me. I'm going to
make some coffee. Call me back when you've finished."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." For fuck's sake! I swallowed as I knelt there
at her feet, scanning down the rest of the instructions. Ellie rose
from the chair and headed into the kitchen, leaving me alone with the
scheming and manipulative Amanda Blake.

So then, shall we begin? It's fun to follow instructions, isn't it?
Good girls should always follow instructions and do as they're told.
That way they don't get punished. Now in a moment you are going to
close your eyes and try to empty any thoughts in your pretty, little
airhead of yours. You'll want to focus on these simple introductory
questions. To make things simple for a little sissy airhead like you,
we've made them multiple choice, so there's no need to get all
flustered and confused. Just pick the answer that most closely reflects
the way you feel and always answer truthfully and honestly so that we
can get to know you and understand your desperate hidden needs.

1) Have you always secretly wished you were a girl?

a) YES, yes I have! Oh God, I so wish I was a girl!
b) I've never dared admit this to anyone before now. It feels so good
to admit how much I wish I was a girl.
c) Everything about girls is wonderful! The clothes! The hair! The
make-up! The shoes! Oh, how I wish I was a girl!

"Aren't these basically the same kind of..."

"Just select an answer, Emma," snapped Amanda with a stern warning
raise of her eyebrows. Irritated, I pressed one of the buttons, but
then to my alarm I found all the other questions followed a similar
pattern as they appeared one after the other.

2) When are you happiest?

a) When I'm wearing beautiful lingerie and a dress and gazing at myself
in the mirror.
b) When I'm imagining myself being accepted as a girl.Oh how I wish I
was a girl!
c) When I imagine how wonderful it would be if my wife/girlfriend
wanted me to be her live in girl friend.

"Amanda, none of these answers are ones that I can choose."

"And how is that possible, hmm?" She gazed at the screen. "Correct me
if I'm wrong, but you told Ellie that you secretly love to dress up in
girlie lingerie, yes?"

"Yes, but, um... look, you know..."

"So, either you DO love to secretly dress up as a girl, and what you
told Ellie was the truth, or..." she counted off the second option
slowly on her fingers as I watched, "or you lied to her about all that,
and I guess the truth is that you've been having a affair behind her
back and the panties belong to a girl you fucked in this flat when
Ellie wasn't around? Which is it, Emma?"

"Amanda... That isn't..."

"WHICH is it? Do you love panties, or are you a lying scumbag who fucks
other girls when your loyal girlfriend isn't around? Shall I call Ellie
in to contribute to this discussion?"

"No! Please, no..." I glanced round to make sure she was nowhere in
sight.

"So?"

"I love dressing in panties..." I whimpered.

Amanda grinned. "But of course you do. So I suppose you're really happy
and content when you're dressed in soft peach coloured silk lingerie,
gazing at yourself in the mirror, aren't you?"

"Yes..." I whispered, not knowing what else to say.

"Then I think option one for this question is perfect, don't you?"

I nodded and selected option one.

"There, see, the answers are suitable after all. On you go. Just four
more for you to read."

3) Do you ever fantasise about being a submissive maid?

a) Oh yes, all the time!
b) I can't think of anything more wonderful. Oh, how I wish I was a
maid, at the beck and call of a strict Mistress.
c) It's my biggest fantasy. It's who I secretly want to be.

4) If your girlfriend/wife told you you could wear girl's trousers or a
dress which would you prefer?

a) A dress every time! Oh God, yes, please let me wear a dress!
b) Whatever she wants me to wear. A submissive sissy should always
consider her Mistresses wishes first.
c) You said 'dress' but I wish you'd said 'Maid's dress'...

5) Are you secretly in your heart a sissy?

a) I am, yes, though I've always been ashamed of the fact and I think I
need help to come to terms with it.
b) I didn't always know, but taking this test has helped me realise
that's who I am. But I don't know what to do to go forward from here...
c) Yes, but I'm frightened that my girlfriend/wife won't accept me
that way. Please can you help her understand my true place in life?

6) Would you like your girlfriend/wife to take you shopping for
lingerie today?

a) Yes please, but I'm afraid she wouldn't want to.
b) Oh God, yes, but how do I dare tell her that?
c) If only she would do that, I'd be the happiest sissy alive!

"You're doing good, Emma. It's good to listen and follow instructions,
isn't it? Now press submit and the website will send me the results."
Amanda ruffled my hair as I knelt there by the computer desk. The
stupid questionnaire had sounded even worse by the time I got to the
end, but at least it seemed to be finished. I pressed the submit button
and looked up at Amanda. "Can you call me David, please?"

"Not while you're working through the five day Birch Academy programme,
Emma. I don't want you getting confused. Ellie, you can join us again
now."

I heard movement from the kitchen area as my beautiful girlfriend
returned to the office room and sat down again on the swivel chair.
"How did it go?" asked Ellie with a slightly worried expression on her
face.

"Well, I have the results here now," said Amanda as she studied an e-
mail on her mobile phone. "Shall I run through them for you?"

"I suppose so." Ellie gazed me with a lack of enthusiasm that I found
reassuring. It wouldn't be difficult to bring all this to a close
today, no matter what Amanda was doing.

"Okay, question one was: 'Have you always secretly wished you were a
girl?' And Emma answered, 'I've never dared admit this to anyone before
now. It feels so good to admit how much I wish I was a girl.'"

Ellie stared at me in astonishment. Amanda quickly continued. "Question
two: 'When are you happiest? Answer, when I'm wearing beautiful
lingerie and a dress and gazing at myself in the mirror.'"

"Oh God..." Ellie put her hand to her mouth.

"Question three was 'Do you ever fantasise about being a submissive
maid?' And Emma answered, 'It's my biggest fantasy. It's who I secretly
want to be.'"

"This is just... I mean..." Ellie was shaking her head now. "A maid?
I'm not even sure I know what actually means..."

"Question four, Ellie, was 'If your girlfriend/wife told you you could
wear girl's trousers or a dress which would you prefer?' Emma's answer
was 'A dress every time! Oh God, yes, please let me wear a dress!'"

"David..." there were tears in Ellie's eyes now. "I just don't
understand..."

"Please, Elle, you must call her Emma over the next five days. It's
very important for this whole thing to work. Question five: 'Are you
secretly in your heart a sissy?' And the answer she chose was 'I am,
yes, though I've always been ashamed of the fact and I think I need
help to come to terms with it.'"

"All right!" Ellie stood up angrily. "I've heard enough. That's enough
questions! If that's what he really wants, I'll go along with it for
five days, but only because I love him and I'm going to try and
understand this. But a maid?" She stared hard at me. "You fantasise
about being a maid?!"

"Ellie, it's..." I tried to say, but Amanda quickly interjected with:

"Don't worry about any of that. It's not even covered in the basic five
day appraisal course. The Birch Academy doesn't believe in rushing
things." She smiled sweetly and patted my knee. "So, here's the
assessment. From the answers she gave, they conclude Emma is indeed a
sissy and it is the opinion of the Birch Academy that she has been
suppressing her true feelings since puberty to the detriment of her own
personal happiness and fulfilment and any relationships she may have
been in so far including...." Amanda offered a knowing smile to Ellie.
"Well, I mean, all those problems the two of you've been having,
Elle..." She tapped the side of her head. "I'm just saying... seems so
obvious now, yes?"

"Problems?" I looked up. "What are you talking about? We don't have
problems..." But my beautiful girlfriend just dipped her eyes and
nodded to what Amanda had said. What the hell?

"It goes on to say that it is the opinion of the Birch Academy that an
initial 5 day assessment of Emma is crucial to both her future
happiness and your own, Elle. During this time you will both be
mentored to ensure Emma comes to terms with what she needs in her life
both for her own fulfilment and more importantly her ability to please
you. To this end the Birch Academy is happy to assign one of their top
mentors - top mentors, Elle!" Amanda smiled happily in a manner
designed to encourage Ellie. "That is, the wonderful Mr Stirling - a
man who will guide you both in what you need to do to turn what has
understandably been a sudden culture shock for both of you into a first
class relationship for the future." Amanda turned the phone screen
towards Ellie. "You'll like Mr Stirling, Elle. He's very good at his...
job. Here's his profile picture."

"Oh!" Ellie suddenly blushed bright red and licked her lips. "That's
him? Um..." She suddenly looked a bit flustered ,and as I watched she
self consciously played with some long strands of her hair. From where
I sat I couldn't see the picture at all.

"He's very professional," said Amanda with a grin before switching the
phone off. "I'll make a booking with him, yes? There's no charge for
the 5 day assessment of Emma."

"No charge you say? Well, if it's what David..."

"Emma, Elle."

"What Emma needs..." She pressed her legs together slightly as she
added, "and this Mr Stirling would be working closely with me, I mean
us during the five days?"

"Very closely, Elle," said Amanda. "In particular he'll need to spend a
lot of time on a one to one basis with Emma but then lots of time with
you from day three onwards."

"Oh!" Ellie sat up very straight and considered this for a moment.
"Well, it sounds like it's all for the best for David, I mean, Emma
then..."

"So, Emma, are you wearing panties at the moment?" asked Amanda before
I could offer my own opinion of all this.

"Um, not right now, no... boxers..." Of course I wasn't wearing bloody
panties!

"For tonight you can borrow one of Ellie's pairs for going to bed in,
but as a treat you'll buy your own tomorrow. That brings us to
question, number six, Elle: Would you like your girlfriend/wife to take
you shopping for lingerie today? And this is really important for both
of you now because Emma answered, 'If only she would do that, I'd be
the happiest sissy alive!'"

"You... you want me to take you lingerie shopping?" Ellie once again
was finding it hard to take this in.

"It would be a huge step forward for both of you, Elle. And it would
mean such a lot to Emma." Amanda coaxed my girlfriend with an
understanding and kindly expression.

"Okay," Ellie let out a huge sigh and suddenly gave me a big hug, which
I hadn't expected. It's brave of you to confess all this to me, Emma. I
know you're probably finding it difficult to express these feelings at
first, but over the next few days it will get easier. Amanda said it
would. Here..." she gave me another hug. "I'm going to try and
understand all of this as the week goes by, but it's going to be
difficult for me at times. But let's see if it makes us stronger by the
end of the week. Yes." She looked me deep in the eyes. "Yes I WILL go
lingerie shopping with you tomorrow. I'll do this for YOU, babes." My
shock and surprise was interrupted only by the sound of Amanda clapping
in what I suppose was meant to seem like congratulatory encouragement
for a significant breakthrough.

The scheming, calculating bitch!

Ellie meant what she said. By early evening the next day I was wearing
girlie knickers - soft silk ones from the Rosie Huntington-Whiteley
range. It's bad enough wearing them, but Ellie insisted I visited the
M&S lingerie department with her to pick them out, thinking that was
what I really wanted to do. Normally I'd get away with people thinking
I was just tagging along with my hot girlfriend, but Ellie kept asking
me what colours I liked to wear, and whether I wanted briefs or
Brazilians or Midis, and I was terrified that the other shoppers close
by might hear. And then of course when we were there she dropped the
bombshell that I wasn't prepared for - she asked what size I usually
wore.

I mean, I don't know what size I am in girl clothes. Why would I? But
obviously I'm supposed to know if I'm secretly wearing girl knickers. I
blushed, afraid of choosing a size that patently wouldn't fit me and
all the while Ellie was looking me carefully in the face.

"Surely you know what size you are, Emma? What size do you normally
buy?"

"Please don't call me Emma in public, Ellie. People will hear you."

"We've been through this, Emma. Amanda told me all about it. I think I
remember the reasoning behind calling you Emma... something along the
lines of it's part of your affirmation process over the next five days
for the Birch Academy. Amanda told me the programme is compromised if I
use your boy name when you're exploring the feminine side of your
gender crisis. You'd get all confused and start sulking and then we'd
see a, um, what did she call it... a 'negative Erg'."

"What's a 'negative Erg'?" I asked.

"I'm not sure to be honest. I think it;s an advanced psychology term
that refers to relapsing back to your confused and unhappy state. I
wouldn't want you to suffer that, Emma! To be honest I'm still not sure
about this myself, but Amanda seems to know what she's talking about.
She's a second year Psychology student, remember? That makes her the
expert here, yes? You're so lucky she was only too happy to help us
out. Now sizes. Come on." She clapped her hands together to get my full
attention. "What size panties do you usually buy?"

"I..." what could I say? 8? 12? 16? I had no idea. What did those
numbers mean? Hanging on the racks on their tiny little plastic
hangers, the silk knickers all looked the same size regardless of the
numbers.

"You were telling me the truth when you said those panties were yours,
Emma?" Was it my imagination or did she deliberately raise her voice a
bit? A couple of women glanced around in our direction and looked at
me. I blushed red again and tried not to meet their gaze.

I had to think quickly, and so I said the first thing that I felt could
save me. "Ellie... I have something else to confess. I stole those
knickers. I was too embarrassed to buy my own. I don't know what size
they were." It was the only thing I could think of to get myself out of
this dilemma.

"You... stole the knickers?" Ellie gave me a very black stare. "Whose
knickers did you steal? Someone we know I guess? Unless you were
shoplifting, but I guess you'd select a particular size if you were.
Did your knickers belong to one of my friends?"

I nodded helplessly.

"Disgusting. I am really angry about this, Emma. You stole from one of
my friends to feed your private little kink for girlie knickers. How
long have you been doing this? No, wait! Don't tell me! Oh my God, we
really can't risk you developing any negative Ergs, can we?  Oh, why,
oh why, couldn't you just girl up and buy some panties of your own if
that's what you wanted? There will be consequences for this, Emma. I'm
going to have to talk to Amanda about this and see what she thinks."

"Please don't..."

"Quiet." Ellie turned around to locate a shop assistant. "Excuse me,"
she called out to the young girl who couldn't have been much more than
nineteen years old. "I need some help with lingerie sizing."

"Ellie, no! What the fuck?" I whispered quietly between my teeth.

"One more word out of you and you'll be sleeping on a friend's couch
tonight, understand?"

I nodded glumly as the shop assistant came over. She obviously assumed
Ellie was the one who needed some help, but Ellie quickly put her
straight.

"My boy-friend here," she indicated me, "wants to buy some panties, but
he doesn't know what size he needs. I'm guessing a 10 or a 12, but
could do with your advice."

The sales girl smiled in barely concealed glee. "Oh wow. We do get a
lot of men coming in here to buy lingerie for themselves, but they're
not usually so open about it. Good for you," she added to me. "I see
you're looking at the Rosie range. It's our best seller. But I wouldn't
go for the Brazilian cut knickers - they probably don't have enough
room for your boy bits, if you know what I mean. It's a common mistake
a lot of guys make. You wouldn't believe how many of them go straight
for the tiniest panties, not thinking they won't cover their boy bits
up. Here, try these Print Silk High Leg knickers with French designed
Rose Lace. They're so pretty, but they're also perfect for a boy. I'd
say you want a size 10 actually. Honestly, once you start wearing these
you won't ever want to go back to boy panties. They're ever so lush."

"Oh, I don't think he's going back to boy panties," said Ellie. "He's
been doing this in secret up to now when he could get away with it, so
I guess now that he can do it with me knowing, he won't want to wear
anything else. Will you, Emma?"

Even my blushing was blushing now. I just nodded, wishing that the
ground would swallow me up.

"And if you love these," continued the sales girl, "then you'll want
the matching range of printed silk chiffon French knickers, again with
French designed Rose Lace to die for. I'm thinking you should maybe
match them with the silk chiffon camisole as luxury night wear. What
does he wear to bed at the moment?" she asked Ellie.

"An ugly grey t-shirt and 'faded in the wash' boxers," said Ellie with
obvious distaste.

"Think how much better he'll look in this camisole and french knicker
set. He can wear them under his day clothes too if he wants."

"I suspect he'll be begging me to let him do so," said Ellie for an
exasperated sigh. "My friend Amanda warned me that boys start with
panties but that's only the beginning..."

"Oh that's so true," said the sales girl. "They really get hooked on
the feel of all that silk and chiffon. You'd be amazed how horny it
gets them..." She winked knowingly as I stood there, thinking, hey,
don't talk about me as if I'm not actually here!

"That could be a problem, because he's always pestering me for sex as
it is. I work late hours and I'm often tired when I get home, and he
does this thing where he starts rubbing his little stiffie against my
thigh when we're in bed together, as if that's going to be a huge turn
on for me when I've just got back from eleven hours of legal work."

"Ellie! That sort of thing is private!" I gasped.

"That's okay," said the sales girl as she touched my forearm. "It's
girl talk. We talk about things like this all the time. You'll get used
to it."

"But..."

"Oh, and this would be so cute.." the sales girl moved to a nearby
display rack and selected a matching pure silk border print wrap. "It
will go with the French knickers and camisole tops when he's walking
around the flat in the morning."

"Well, these all sound good selections," said Ellie. "We'll take five
pairs of the high leg knickers, two pairs of the French knickers, three
camisole tops, and one wrap." Ellie gazed at me. "I suppose I'm going
to have to pay for all this, unless you've earned some money recently?"

I looked down at my feet. It was a sore point that I hadn't found a new
job in the last three months.

"I'm guessing he helps around the flat a lot while he's off work?"
asked the sales girl as she began to select the items we were buying.

"Hardly." Ellie rolled her eyes in despair. "I usually find him on the
xbox with a bottle of beer when I come home. The dishes are never
done."

"It's none of my business," said the sales girl, "but you could always
assign him some chores on a girlie points system to pay for his girlie
things. Say, one girlie point per pound you spend. That way  he'll feel
better for paying his way."

"Look, this isn't really anything to do with you, and I'd rather you
didn't..." I began.

"Hush, Emma." Ellie gave me that look again. "That's a splendid idea.
We'll start tomorrow. You could do three hours of chores per day, at
five girlie points per hour, and you'll soon have paid for all your
lingerie."

"What sort of chores?"

"We'll talk about that later, Emma." Ellie passed the sales girl her
credit card. "Thank you so much. You've been a great help. I've really
not been sure about any of this, so talking to you has helped
immensely."

"Any time, Miss. And when he's ready for his first bra, please come
back and I'll be glad to help out."

"First bra?!" I squealed.

"His first bra? Will he be needing one?" Ellie seemed doubtful.

"Well, if you don't mind me saying so, he's wearing a tight t-shirt and
I can see he has a tiny bit of boobage already. A lot of men do. You
can especially notice it if you look at him side on. A dainty little
padded A cup would probably work wonders for his figure."

"Oh. Well, something to think about in future."

Fuck, I thought to myself as I was given the bag full of silk and
chiffon lingerie. Thank God this affirmation thing is only for another
three days. After that I can say I'm no longer into wearing panties.
Yeah, I'll say the affirmation thing has cured me.

I mean, how bad can it get?

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