Fair's fair

By: Bea

Yes Evelyn I can see that you're surprised! Changed days, huh? I just figured I'd use Joe to serve us all today – sort of surprise you girls – you know?
Not quite Mr. Macho man in that pretty apron is he?
Yes. I know EXACTLY when and why it started. He'd been acting like the Lord of the Manor, telling me to do this – do that – just like he'd been doing since we got married – and me falling for it. Getting all worked up when he'd be out with the boys and come home drunk – and I THINK he was even running around on me . . Typical macho husband!
Oh positively Shannon! He may look like a little pansy at the moment – but he definitely is heterosexual. No question about that. None at all . .. Not what you would call 'great' in bed – but helped to pass the time now and then. (Giggle)
Like I said? He was running around with the boys, up to all sorts of nonsense – even made me cry when I'd cook a nice dinner for him – and he wouldn't even call. Come in all drunk and ignore ALL that I had done for him! Mean with money too! Controlled all of the money too! Had all that money his parents left him – had that silly little job where his secretary did all of his work! Lazy? Not the word for it! Spoiled rotten! Always moaning about me doing some nice shopping and my spending – can you IMAGINE? I'd buy something nice and sexy – to please HIM – and he'd just bitch, bitch, bitch!
Okay! Evelyn! I can stay on the subject. It was Dolores here – yes you Dolores with your sexy Latin husband that got me started. Yes! Remember that time I was admiring that gorgeous diamond ring you'd just got – and you told me your secret? How to manipulate a husband in one easy lesson? Just pretend to demean your man's masculinity – get him to be mean to you? Then cry and sniffle a lot about how MEAN he is to you? Maybe hold back your affection – or be cold? Then (giggle) he'd buy you something nice to apologize?
Well, I wanted this Ruby pendant – but knew that mean old Joe here would never go along with it – maybe it WAS a little pricey – but I figured that it might be well worth time spent if I could get him to buying me that pendant for being mean to me. (Yes Joe! Our drinks need freshening! Get to it!)
As I was saying? He'd come in one night. Not as late, nor as drunk as usual – but I'd made up my mind to try – so I started nagging at him right away. Called him all sorts of names. Have to admit that I was surprised. It was the first time I'd ever raised my voice to him, other than complain. But he just got this sulky look on his face – and STOOD there! Then I started calling him a pansy and a faggot! Told him how he wasn't a REAL man in bed!
Yes Dolores – that's what I said – and he just sort of cringed. Didn't raise a hand – not even his voice! I couldn't believe it! He started to walk away from me – like a coward! So (she shrugs) I followed him from the hall into the kitchen! I saw some dirty dishes sitting there that I hadn't washed yet. Told him that if he wanted his dinner he'd better EARN it – to go and wash those dirty dishes!
Yeah Shannon. Every word is true! I can't believe my eyes! He goes and starts DOING the dishes immediately!
Yes Dolores! A man – MY husband – doing dishes – like a woman! No, I can't even think of what your husband would do – but I ain't finished yet! I see this little frilly apron there that I keep for show when we have visitors. So I pick it up – and throw that at him. Tell him if he's a woman in bed – he may as well look like one in the kitchen! And his eyes get this big round way and he tells me he can't wear an apron.
What did I do Evelyn? I got to be honest. I was so confused? Almost listened to him! But I could see that my little plan wasn't going to work and must admit that I got a little mad! I just slapped him! Told him to stop behaving like a nattering woman and put his apron on! I’ll swear that a few tears came into his eyes but he put that apron on! Got all apologetic on me when I sneered at him for not being able to tie a pretty bow at the back – ended up standing there all shy and demure while I tied him into it!
No, I'm not kidding! I ended up making him do the dishes? THEN I made him serve up the dinner! Even teased him by calling him 'girly' a few times. But I was really too confused to do anything much more. Started thinking that he was probably a lot drunker than he looked.
But the next day? He didn't say a word – just looked all shy. Yes Dolores – he could hardly look me in the eye. So know what I did? A couple of things! Took him gently by the hand and had him admit that he's been very naughty! Yes, can you imagine a grown man admitting THAT? Saying he should help more about the house! Needed aprons to do it!
I've always been a sucker for those old aprons that they had back in the fifties – you know, like Lucy used to wear? I remembered this retro store on the Internet – and had my little sweetie stand by me at the computer. As luck would have it there were three aprons there. That's one of them he's wearing now! Isn't it lovely on him?
Then? The most IMPORTANT thing! I went out and bought that Ruby pendant! When I brought it back I could tell that he wanted to say something – but he didn't – so I had him put it on for me! Around my neck! The little dear finally choked when I had him say how nice I looked! But he said it – and got all red when I kissed him and said how generous he was!
To tell the truth? I thought I'd get the little pansy to argue with me when I made him get the place ready for you girls – but here he is now – in one of his pretty aprons, and at our` beck and call.
What am I gonna do with him Evelyn? Haven't really figured it out. Can't see that there IS much.
* * *
Well girls? It's been a week since you were here. See any difference in Mia?
Oh – I forgot. That's what I call my little Joe now. Joe was FAR too masculine a name for a little sissy – don't you think? I feel that Mia is far more suitable. More feminine – like he's getting all the time.
Oh Shannon? That all you see – that he has another nice apron on? Didn't you see his nice makeup when he answered the door and took your coats?
Oh. Yes. I guess it was dark in the hallway. Never thought of that. But now that he's out here in the light, you going to tell me you don't see a difference? I know that his hair isn't that long yet – but don't you see the difference in styling? Don't you think that a little lipstick looks good on him?
Me? I don't remember what brought it on. Remember last time we spoke I couldn't think what to do with him? I got to thinking about something he said a whole bunch of times. Used to sneer at how us women made ourselves nice for our men. Went to all that trouble to make ourselves attractive! Started to laugh as I thought how great it would be if he started to make himself look nice for ME! Got a little taste of what we women go through!
Don't you dare laugh Evelyn! I know that you’re a lesbian and all that stuff – so you don't have to go through all that crap that us NORMAL women go through for our men. We just tolerate you because we all liked you BEFORE you came out of the closet. (Laughs). I'm talking for myself, Shannon, and Dolores – NORMAL women who worry about our looks! Not you! Masculine thing that you are! Even though I have to admit how attractive you are!
But Dolores? With you being an ex-beauty salon operator? Would you look at his eyebrows? To my mind, they're all wrong. I was going to pluck them myself – but seeing you were coming, I thought I'd get your opinion.
Oh! I can see what you're getting at! I would have done them all wrong! Would you like to pluck them for me? Don't be silly – he won't mind, will you Mia? Oh stop that whimpering! It won't hurt as much as that wax job you had the other day! Don't you want to be pretty for me? (giggle)
Goodness gracious! Will you listen to those little squeals he's making! Sounds like the noises he made when I laced him into his corset this morning! Pretending as if he couldn't breathe! Honestly! He's such a baby! If he doesn't behave himself? I might give him a pacifier and diapers – then put him over my knees and give him something to really cry about! (Shakes her head) Sometimes I feel like giving him SUCH a spanking!
(Giggles) Stop laughing you two! Ah well, I can't lie too much. It's such FUN embarrassing the pantywaist that he is! Did I tell you that I have him in panties and bra now? Seemed to go with his corset much better! (Giggles again) You should see him prancing around before he puts his nightgown on at night! But let's get the cards out and do some playing. He'll start getting a big head if I talk about him too much!
* * *
Well? Here we are again. Didn't you girls wonder why Mia wasn't taking your coats and handbags at the door? Well I wanted to give you all a surprise at the same time. Mia darling? You can come OUT now!
Yes! Isn't she just the prettiest thing in her black satin maid uniform and white apron? Pirouette for the ladies Mia! Notice the white ruffled slip – oh – and that flounced cap! Isn't she just darling? Oh yes, I call her a 'she' now, though I get mixed up now and then. It's SO hard to think that she was ever a man for goodness sake! Just a few weeks – and look what has happened!
I hope that you noticed the red of her lips and how dark and sultry they are? She cried a little bit when I had a lady come and tattoo them in permanently but I think she she's now maybe happier that she's not wasting a lot if time in making herself pretty with makeup – the sweet dear has SO many things to do around the house! And of course, her ears have been pieced – but she's getting braver by the day – just whimpered a little bit! For some reason, she started to cry when I had her go into her office – okay, okay – she DID have her makeup on at the time – but I let her pick fairly masculine clothes at the time. For some reason now, her ex secretary does all the work. Reports to ME now. She seems to find all sorts of excuses to come over here. Makes SUCH a fuss over Mia, doesn't she dear?
But you know? I think I'm going off in a different direction now – it may even have been a point that one of you girls brought up. Until now? I've been introducing Mia to things that are pleasurable! I mean the satin and lace undies – the sweet perfumes- the cosmetics and the feel of nice fabric against an ever-so-smooth skin. Things that can make a girl feel beautiful!
But that doesn't seem fair to my darling Mia! It was okay to put her in tight corsets for you ladies coming – but some of us girls need control like that all the time! Now he has that pleasure! Then, I got to thinking – I put his hair up in a few rollers at night. Now a FULL head of tight plastic rollers to help him sleep! And (she pretends to blush) what girl is complete without her time of month – huh? So I've introduced my sweet little maid to the joys of Tampax. I don't think he finds that too comfortable – but that is what I'm trying to prove, huh?
Oh – I nearly forgot! I'm human you know and DO listen to her complaints. I could see her pluck up her courage one time. Told me how she was working seven days a week now and never had any time off to relax! I know that I can be a mite demanding – he – sorry she – is learning to be SO good with hair. I don't think that he enjoys helping me get dressed for dates now – but I enjoy my sex and – excuse me Evelyn - I'm not into the lesbian scene and he's more like a woman than anything else now that I have him on those gels and testosterone blockers – but I was losing track. The dear was complaining about not having any fun! So I gave him this lovely surprise one evening! Got him SO pretty in the retro- party dress from that Internet place – all soft and fluttery. THEN didn't tell him that I'd invited some of his best pals and their girl friends over for a game of cards!
He was SO embarrassed! For some reason didn't want to play with his friends – even seemed a little put out when I played cards with them in his stead – and sent him to join in with the girls who didn't want to play! Though I'll admit that even there he looked strange – them being in casual clothes and him in his formal party dress. But once I got him serving drinks and munchies he seemed to settle back into his true self. Got SO red and blushed so prettily when his old friends – boys and girls – teased him a little. The hysterical thing? It was the GIRLS that patted him on the ass! He was sure they were teasing him – but that was nonsense, they were just having a little fun!
But right now I think I've been having another idea. Don't have all the details yet, but I think we'd better get the cards out. Your deal I think Shannon – but now that I think of it before we start playing? If any of you girls have a function – want a maid for the day or night? Mia would be available. Let her out of the house for a nice change?
Shannon? Those cards are AWFUL! Call yourself a dealer?
* * *
Well – I must say that something's going on with my dear Mia, but I want to keep it a secret for a little while. But something I've found to be a real hoot? I always figured out that men were naturally stronger than us women – not YOU Evelyn! But mostly. Well, I never figured Joe – Mia – to be terribly strong with him being so slim and scrawny – but remember I told you last time that I had him on gel and testosterone blocker? Well, it’s a real giggle – he's got tiny little breasts now – but the real point? Mia? Show those ladies your lovely soft white arms! Come ON now! Make them all jealous!
Yes – aren't they lovely? But I found this out by accident. Shannon? You're the smallest, weakest, of all us girls. I'd like you to compete with Mia in Indian Wrestling!
No Shannon – you don't have to – but know that scarf of mine you like? It'll be yours if you win. I know that you've never beat anyone before at that – and no, I'm NOT ordering Mia to lose. Matter of fact – if SHE wins? She can have the full day off tomorrow! Promise!
There Shannon! Doesn't that make you feel strong? Don't forget to have me give you that scarf before you leave. Mia? You don't need to cry! How do you think that makes ME feel? My husband in a satin dress, crying like a girl! Honestly! (giggle) letting a little thing like Shannon beat you so easily in a strength contest? Ought to be ashamed of yourself!
Evelyn! Stop it! Mia doesn't need protecting! She isn't one of your girls you know! Well, I can see that you're just putting an arm around her – but I wasn't THAT cruel! Get the cards out. Your deal I think!
* * *
Yes. Been a while since we last met here. Isn't Mia pale? Probably the pills she's taking in the morning – can't explain it (giggle) but she gets sick every day now. I can't see why she keeps on complaining about taking those pills! A little morning sickness never hurt anyone and – she absolutely HATED that Tampax and now she doesn't have to use it any more. You would think she'd be more grateful!
I'll admit to having a problem with her complexion. Didn't know whether to have her glow – all radiant and lovely – or pale and wan. But it dawned on me that it was the misery of womanhood that I was trying to get across, so the paleness won out. I'll be nice to her later – make her positively GLOW with promise! Make it a point to make her lovely – that's only fair after all.
I think that plumpness is SO natural. Naturally, I didn't want to put her through nine months of pregnancy – NINE months! I was tempted, but figured that I'd get bored so I've cut it back a lot. Right now, she's just starting to show the baby padding I have her wear. Dresses getting too tight – that sort of thing. But if she's nice I won't let her go through too much of that thing – get her into nice, comfortable, maternity smocks. Maybe even cut back in her work? But I don't know – she's becoming SO valuable around the house – a regular treasure!
And Dolores? You had Mia as your maid for that night a few weeks ago? I meant to ask if that husband of yours knew that one of his pretty maids used to be a guy? Oh – I sorta wished you had told him! Just think of all the fun you could have had? You mean that he didn't TELL you that he was patting Mia's ass? Telling her how pretty she was? Just think of the LOOK on his face if you'd told him he'd been trying to make out with a man? Priceless!
But cards anyone?
* * *
Hello girls! I see that Mia answered the door and let you in. As you can probably guess, she's got too heavy to do much work – so plump and feminine - I thought I'd give her a seat and sit in with the rest of us girls – watch us playing cards – that sort of thing.
No. She doesn't cry much anymore. I do hear her cry at night if she has to go onto another bedroom while I entertain a male guest – but I think she's starting to see my dilemma – I'm just not INTO girls! She's now in the last few weeks of pregnancy and I told her that if she behaved nicely, I'd get her back to being a normal sized girl again. She thinks that's lovely. Don't you Mia?
Isn't that the shyest, loveliest, smile you've ever seen? You know, I know, SHE knows she isn't really going to have a baby – but try and tell HER that! Poor little dear! I'll just bet that she never miscalls a woman again. Isn't THAT right Mia dear? Of COURSE you won't!
The poor dear! I used this false baby padding that fits at her front and rear. It's a kind of plastic I think but I developed a way to add some weight? Didn't want my darling getting TOO comfortable. Now? It won't be long – will it Mia? I just LOVE the way she waddles around! So cute!
What am I going to do with her once she's back to being a proper girl again? I don't really know, Shannon – to tell you the truth! But until I have time to think? Your turn to deal Dolores!"
* * *
Well hello Mia! How lovely you look! Feeling better now that you have got rid of your pregnancy outfit? I just BET that you do?
Now don't be bashful! Your wife felt that it wasn't fair for her to be around you all of the time. Felt that you needed someone different! Thought that I might be able to comfort you.
Yes. I know that the other girls call me Evelyn the lesbian! Well? Maybe that's true! But does that mean that I can’t make you feel nice? Give you a nice warm cuddle now and then?
I should think NOT! I've always had a soft spot for you – and I don't care who knows it! Since you've got rid of that false pregnancy padding? I think that your figure is lovely! Not only that? Would you mind if I gave you a kiss?
Of course there's something sexual in it! Expect me to tell a lie? I've wondered and wondered about you for a LONG time now. Bet if you want, you can give me a kiss that I'll never forget! Oh, you pout so prettily! Look so sultry and sexy!
Mmmm! Wasn't wrong – was I? Now it was purely accidental of course – but I happened to feel that you really don't have an awful lot downstairs at the front? (Laughs gently) Absolutely gorgeous at the back! These drugs! Almost like a woman under your skirts? Think it was the drugs – or the gel? But you feel so lovely and smooth. May I have another kiss?
Oh? Why I am here instead of your wife? She does apologize – but has a date that will keep her out very late tonight. Knew that I was lonely – yes – I recently lost a girl friend – and she also felt guilty about leaving you by yourself. Felt that we might be able to comfort each other? Asked me to come over and see if you liked me?
Oh you do? I'm so flattered!
No! You silly little thing! Come to Evelyn!
Yes. Yes. Yes. Of course it feels all strange to you – but just turn your sweet backside to me a little more? Just think! It may feel a little liquid and squishy to you just now, but it feels so nice and natural to ME. In a little while? I hope to be introducing you to more of the joys of being a girl.
Right now? Doggy style? I don't know what you mean! Oh – that?
Say 'woof' for me darling – would you? Nice and soft?

Domme Primer

By: Bea

1ST. Session
Well hello ladies. Welcome to DOMANON – the society for the domination of males. To explain? DOM, obviously, stands for domination– and as we don’t want our little friends to guess what we’re up to until it’s too late? Hence the ANON portion of our name.
You’ve all been made aware of the Society rules? You all understand that you cannot live with a male who has not been feminized? Good!
My name is Judith Mills – Doctor Judith Mills, though here, you may call me Judith. I’m a psychologist by trade who got interested in male domination more years ago that I care to divulge and have been chosen to reveal some secrets of male feminization to you. But first of all, how many of you truly want to feminize your boyfriend or husband?
You Miss? You didn’t hold up your hand? Can you explain why?
Ah then. Would you please leave? I’m sorry, but I need to spend time with each individual here and time is precious. I mean no criticism when I suggest you think everything out – and when you’re positive? Come back when the next course begins? Thank you.
Well ladies. That clears the air a little, does it not? Now, just for my information. How many of you want your male companion to be your personal servant?
Yes dear – I meant a maid. How silly do you think a sissy will look dressed as a butler?
Very good! Now, how many of you want him to be a part-time maid? None? Even better! You’re all telling me you prefer him to be your full time maid? Wonderful!
Want him to be a pretty little maid then – curtseying all over the place – and taking good care of you?
Well that’s very satisfactory, so let’s get down to business. Each session we have together will be very short. I’ll be handing out assignments each time and each of you will be required to report on your progress at the next session. Most of the time I will ask you to prove your progress by the use of photographs. So let me begin by saying this.
There are some males who can be feminized by a woman who is physically stronger. This is quite rare though. Is there anyone here who feels that she holds the upper hand in that way?
“Your name dear? Well Angela, your assignment for next week is to get him over your knees, take his pants down – then spank him. I’ll want a photograph to back up your story. As for the rest of you? Listen up.
I’m a firm believer that the male psyche is a very fragile thing. Many of the poor dears were brought up to think that they MUST be strong and dominant. Yes, most of them are probably physically stronger than us, but that’s where their weakness actually is. They can be confused easily – and once they become confused and start facing up to the fact that they are not invincible, then they accept the notion that chinks in their armor are simply feminine traits. Once we have them thinking along these lines, the rest is easy, we just take them by the hand and lead them into the glory of being submissive to the REAL power – WOMEN!
And, quite honestly? Many of them have been brainwashed since childhood. Just think about it. Look at all those silly TV commercials. The bimbos in their bikinis – and the slovenly young men, dirty and disheveled – but tell me, which lot are having the MOST fun? Which lot have the least amount of authority? Why, the bimbos of course! And who look the nicest and most colorful? Yes, the bimbos again! Now many little boys have seen the commercials and frankly, the nicer ones don’t really want to grow up to look like the slovenly men they see – so they secretly are attracted to the idea of making themselves look nice – and having fun. Of course, they bury this shameful secret away down inside – but once you discover this? It’s open up the closet dear – and welcome to girlhood!
Okay. That’s about it for tonight – as new members you have to go and help some of the maids serve the drinks and whatnot. You are asked to do this for a reason – naturally, they’re all sissies, but we’ve found that exposure to feminized males is good for new members. Washes away some of the brainwashing that we underwent ourselves. It’s also good for you to understand that those sweet little things once believed they were men as well. Now? Do keep in mind that you are their superiors. You may spank them if they misbehave, but try not to. It is much better to compliment them on how they look, give them tips on makeup and stuff – but DO keep your distance. These little girly-boys can be most manipulative.
The assignment for next week? Very simple. Make up your boyfriends or husbands.. I’ll want photographs. At least lipstick! The most complete makeover will get an A plus. Extra credit will be given for shaped eyebrows or hair in rollers! Go to it ladies!
2nd Session:
Well, I can tell by your smug expressions that all of you managed to complete your assignments. Am I correct? Good! But admit it now ladies, it really was quite simple wasn’t it? You look surprised – but you don’t think I’m psychic, do you? Well, let me explain.
The fact that you have applied to DOMANON for membership reveals that you have, or wish to have, dominant traits. But your boyfriends? They don’t know this, do they? But they’re attracted to you, are they not? So believe it or not ladies, they sense this trait in you and though they may be unaware of their own needs as yet, they’ll fall in line as you gradually reveal your desires. The fact also remains that last week, when you indicated your wishes to have your boyfriend or husband turned into a full time maid, it showed me that you’ve all been successful in acquiring enough material wealth that you can afford to do this. For this, I congratulate you.
Yes? Your name please? Sharon?
Ah! It’s your boyfriend’s money you’re relying on? Wonderful! But I’d suggest that you get POA – that’s Power of Attorney for those of you unfamiliar with the term – as soon as possible..
Now Angela? Want to report on the spanking?
Very good! Now this is important, did he cry?
Good! Did you then comfort him?
No? Well you should have taken him in your arms and said you were sorry.
Don’t gasp ladies. She has him half ways to being sissified already. She apologizes, then tells him that it was for his own good! THEN? It’s mandatory that sooner or later, she makes him admit that it WAS for his own good – and after that, she can start to cast slight, derogatory remarks about his manhood. As he has accepted that she is doing things for his own good, he starts to believe her, and will be putty in her hands. Very good Angela. By next week, have him accepting that you are punishing him for his own good. Also? The next time you spank him? Have him SMILE at the camera while he’s over your knees. Okay. Now for the rest of you ladies. May I see your photographs please?”
Well done, the lot of you! But you – Helen is it? You’ve done a wonderful job!. I can’t tell how big he is as this is only a head shot – but please tell me he’s not some hulk!
He’s not? Wonderful! Did he enjoy getting made pretty like this?
Oh, they ALL say that! But just look at those soft submissive eyes of his, the mascara makes him look SO sultry and desirable – and you’ve done a wonderful job on his lips – so pouting and kissable! Tweeze some of his eyebrows? Oh – you get your A plus alright.
Rita? You’ve done well too. Lipstick AND rollers in his hair? Excellent! Did you make him wear them to bed? Well, next time? Put some setting lotion on his curls – and have him sleep with them. You get an A.
You other girls did an excellent job as well but frankly? I always look for that little bit extra effort from you. Yes, I know I only said lipstick but a dominatrix has got to understand to always do that little bit extra. You all get C’s. Now for next week? Get your sissies made up – and into bed with you – and I want you to make love to them.
I see by your expressions that you question me here. Don’t. I’ll explain why this is important next week. Goodnight ladies. Oh yes Angela. Sorry. Yes, get your little cutie to accept that you’re spanking him for his own good – get a little makeup on him, then into bed – just like the other ladies.
3rd. Session
Aha ladies! We meet again! Still happy in your quest to convert your boyfriends and hubbies into maids and subbies? Good! Angela? You seem particularly happy. May I see your photo please?
Oh my goodness! What progress! Look ladies! Just look at her little boy friend. Sitting there on her lap, with her arm protectively around his shoulders. Got his makeup on, his hair up in rollers – and I love the green chiffon scarf he’s as a turban Angela! But the significant thing ladies? Look at this! She has him wearing a frilly apron – to match his turban!
You don’t look very impressed. Okay, she’s physically more powerful than him, so that makes it somewhat easier for her than it is for you others – but let me explain my excitement ladies. There are three – maybe four – items of clothing that are especially potent when it comes to feminizing a male. Know what they are?
Panties? Not really. Too similar in many ways to what a male wears.
A bra? Of course! Nice lacy ones – especially ones that you fasten him into from the back! If he can get himself out of it? You simply ask how come he’s so experienced at getting out of ladies lingerie. If he has difficulty you let him out after he’s pleaded with you.
An apron? Absolutely! But it must be a frilly feminine one. Yes a maids apron is okay – as long as it’s not too functional – and it’s very good if you can have him in a matching cap as well. Putting him to work in the kitchen or around the house is really simple once he’s wearing one. It’s almost as if they admit that once they’re in one – they’re the next best thing to a woman.
A wedding gown! Or a bridesmaids dress! Once you put a male in one of these? He’s yours forever ladies. Halloween, costume party? Makes no difference – his male persona will be shattered forever. You just need to refer to him as your bride a few times. Suggest that he should be putting a trousseau together – and it won’t be long before he is. Trust me ladies.
Well done Angela! An Honorable mention for you! Now for you other ladies.
Oh Helen. What do you call this sweet little sissy?
William? Oh no. When he’d made up like this? Billie is a good start. Which reminds me ladies? It’s time to be giving your little sissies their future names – and the more feminine, the better. It’s quite alright for you to be calling them something close to their current names – say Roberta for Robert, but my suggestion is to re-name them completely, with a name that has no male connotations whatsoever. And it’s amazing – once they have been re-christened, they seem to love the names like Tiffany, Melissa and so on. I happen to like the older fashioned names myself – Elizabeth, Priscilla and suchlike. And give them pet names. Never anything like honey, or dear – anything that can be used either way. Go with ‘doll’ or cupcake - sweetie is okay but if you can get him to accept girly? Marvelous! Now let me see these other photos.
Oh Margo! You took my words from last week to heart. Just look at her little sweetie, ladies. Baby dolls, pretty ribbon in his hair. Oh, you’re all doing exceptionally well! But my time is short tonight, so let me cut to the chase. Did you all get your little sissies into bed?
Well, I didn’t think any of you would have any problems there! But who ended up on top?
Tut Tut ladies! Rita and Helen? Shame on you! You are the dominant side of your relationship – and don’t forget that at any time! From now on? I want you all to make your little sissy to be understand that you are the initiator, that you are the one on top and that he is in bed strictly to gratify you!
But ladies? Assignments for next week? I want your little darlings, photographed, fully made up, sitting in front of a dressing table mirror – and either touching up their lipstick or powdering their nose. Not only that? I want them signing the photos – with their new name! And, another thing? Have them make it out to ME – Judith, with their compliments! It’s about time that they realized that all of those photos you’ve been taking – are for a wider audience!
See you next week ladies. Don’t be late! Bye!
4th Session
Well ladies. You have been learning to feminize your mates now for a month now. By now they should be almost halfway to knowing what you have in mind for them. Is anyone running into any difficulty? No? Excellent. Shall we start tonight with Angela? Your photograph, please. Thank you.
MMM. He smiles very prettily – although his handwriting needs some improvement – how has he signed it? Oh, it’s Rose, is it. Very good! Now have you put him in dresses yet? I think it’s high time – he’s starting to look like a girl in men’s clothes. Also, as he’s the most advanced? I’d like you to invite some of these other ladies around for drinks some night. Have Rose answer the door for them wearing at least an apron, preferably over a dress. Properly made up of course. You’re smiling Angela? Looking forward to that, ah – it’s nice to see someone happy in their work, is not ladies?
Now ladies, let me line up all of your photos. Oh my! What a bevy of beautiful sissies! Truthfully, I must say that this group is probably the most successful I’ve ever taught. I like this one here – but he’s signed it Princess. You really don’t call him Princess, do you Helen?
Ah! That’s his pet name. What’s his real name? Priscilla! Love it! Yes the reason I sort of half objected to using the term ‘Princess’ is it denotes respect – and it’s not the smartest thing in the world to be showing a little sissy ANY signs of respect at this stage in the game. But Princess Priscilla? Lovely!
Sharon? Perhaps you didn’t understand my assignment? Yes, the little darling is very pretty – and you caught his smile nicely. But didn’t I ask that he be looking into a mirror? Also, I don’t remember saying anything about having him signing a document.
Oh? It’s that Power of Attorney I mentioned some time ago? Wonderful! FULL power? Financial, Housing, Legal - everything? WONDERFUL! An A + for you tonight dear! What’s his name now? Oh, ‘Missy as a pet name – and Melissa for his real name. OH! You’ve had him formally request a name change? Let me upgrade you from an A+ to Honorable Mention! Good work!
Margo? Your sissy’s smile looks a little forced – and his eyes a little red? Mmm? You had to spank him and make him pose for the photo? This is not a good sign. But next week’s assignment should show if we’ll have to lean on him a little. What’s his name now? Elizabeth? I can’t read his writing too well. Oh, I just love that name – and Betty for his pet name? Well done!
Rita? Well done! Tiffany is very pretty – and seems happy in his makeup. His handwriting is very feminine too – nice, rounded, looping characters – and is that a tiny heart in place of a dot over the I in Tiffany? You taught him that? Excellent!
Well ladies? The next assignment should be some fun for you – and should be most revealing. I want you all to humiliate your little dears – in front of someone else - preferably a close friend or relative. No Angela – that assignment I gave you before doesn’t count – unless of course, he’s friendly with some of these ladies? No? Well I’m afraid you’ll have to do something else. But all of you? Don’t forget your photos! OH! Something very important! Make sure that you make love to the little dears afterwards – and make certain that you are on top!
Thank you ladies. Must run! See you next week!
5th Session:
Good evening ladies. Angela? How did your little tea party go? Did Rose behave properly?
Not exactly? In what way?
Didn’t like his maid’s uniform? Didn’t want to wear it? But I assume that you finally convinced him. Good. He’s curtseying very prettily in this photo though Angela. You other ladies – did he behave creditably? I can see you all smiling, so I’m assuming that he did. Curtsied when spoken to? Good! Now Angela, what humiliation did you work on him – other than that of course?
You had his mother and younger sister invited as well? My, my! Did he complain? Cried when he opened the door and saw them there? Well, I DO feel sorry for the poor little thing, but it IS best to get other family members to understand what the proper relationship between you and your sissies is going to be. How did his mother and sister take it?
Well a mother may understandably be a little disturbed to discover that she no longer is the controlling factor in a son’s life. But his little sister called him Rosie? Had him lift the hem of his dress to show his pretty petticoats? She sounds as if she might be a candidate for enrollment in this class. Why don’t you speak to her?’ Excellent! But how was the lovemaking afterwards? Was he properly submissive? You really enjoyed lifting his skirts and petticoats UP – and pulling his panties DOWN? Oh Angela! I can tell that poor Rose is going to enjoy life thoroughly, under you – in more ways than one.
Who’s next - Helen?
And Helen? What treat did you set up for Priscilla? You invited some of his buddies over for a game of poker? Made him meet them at the door, wearing black velvet pants and a white satin blouse? A lacy bra underneath, I hope? Strappy high heeled sandals? Hair done, made up and a frilly apron? Excellent! How did his friends react?
They seemed embarrassed? Good – but they stayed and played cards? Did they laugh at him? Only when you had them start calling him Priscilla? Then you sent him away from the table and took his place in the game – while he served drinks and stuff – wearing a little lacy apron?
Making him wear his nightgown and peignoir to say goodnight to them? Masterful! And he was sweet and loving in bed? Perfectly understandable. Do you think he’ll be able to look his friends in the face again? No? Well, I’m sure that we can help him make some more suitable friends to replace them. Oh, this photograph is darling! In his nightwear, saying goodnight to his friends. I can practically see the blush on his cheeks – under his makeup of course!
Margo? How is little Betty coming along? I don’t understand? Is this photo taken in his office? Are all these ladies standing around him co-workers? Please explain.
His farewell party? Wait a minute? Is that a blouse he’s wearing?
Ah! You started having him wear proper undies under his clothes – and he thought he wouldn’t get caught as long as he wore his jacket? But someone called his secretary – wouldn’t have been you now, would it Margo? – and suggested that she investigate? Then, once all the ladies knew they had a sissy working there, you had him wear makeup and perfume – and finally threatened him with a dress? I see. So now you have an unemployed boyfriend. What could you possibly have in mind for him? Your lovemaking? I see. He plays the girl part in bed every night now. WHAT are you doing to him with a vibrator? Oh, you naughty girl!
Rita? I think you’ll have a job trying to top these other ladies – but you look quite confident – so I have the funny feeling that you will.
A visit to the mall, huh? Mmmm. Sounds interesting. And what is this you’re giving me? A series of photos? Poor Tiffany! Doesn’t he enjoy getting his ears pierced – and double in each ear at that? Oh, you cruel thing! And, what’s this he’s doing, picking out lingerie in Victoria’s Secret? I don’t know if he’s enjoying himself overmuch, but the salesgirls seem to be most attentive!
And now in a fitting room? Of all places! Did he end up buying that dress? Good! I’m sure it will look most becoming on him. His undies look most attractive!
I must say! He doesn’t look too happy under that hair drier – a beauty salon, is it? A makeover? My goodness! Oh ladies, just look at this last photo of Rita’s Tiffany – doesn’t he – no, forgive me – she look beautiful? Well done Rita!
Now? How’s about that night in bed? Oh? He actually fussed about you disturbing his hairdo? And you introduced him to a dildo? How?
He actually took it in his mouth? Gave you a blow job – before you took him? Rita? I’m beginning to think that there’s not much I can teach you! My compliments!
And now. Sharon? I’m confused. I see you have a camera – but NO photographs? Please explain? Dear, why are you walking to the door? You know that this is a private session?
OOOOH! Look ladies! What a pretty little girl! A pink party dress – and a bonnet! Pink Mary Janes – and white anklet socks! What’s your name little girl?
Mewissa! Now isn’t that a pretty name! You must be mummy Sharon’s little girl, huh? How old are you? Look ladies! Melissa’s holding up two fingers! And such a pretty pink polish on your fingernails Melissa – and your mummy has even put makeup on you – just like a big girl! Now why don’t you come and sit on auntie Judith’s knee, huh? Let all the other ladies have a good look at you!
Yes Sharon, you may take a photograph of Melissa sitting on my knee. But you want to wait? I don’t understand – Oh Sharon – you ARE naughty. This poor little girl will be SO embarrassed – but all right.
Melissa, you don’t mind auntie Judith putting her hand up inside your dress, do you? Look ladies! She’s shaking her head! But doesn’t this feel nice? Such silky, lacy, pretty panties. Shall I pull up your petticoats and let the other ladies see? Why not? Oh come on now! What’s this little bump under your panties? Feels so nice and hard – and warm. May I stroke it a little? Ah! You’re liking that now Melissa, aren’t you? But why are you breathing hard – almost as if you’ve been running. And Mummy is taking your picture. Smile now!
Oh look ladies! Melissa has wet her panties! All the excitement of getting dressed so nicely for auntie Judith. But I see that mummy Sharon has a fresh pair for you – so why don’t you toddle over to her – and she can change you. Maybe some of the other ladies will want to help? There’s a good girl!
Well ladies? I’m MOST impressed. So much in fact that I won’t hand out any assignments for next week’s session. I’ll simply have you all tell everyone what progress you’ve made! I’m very proud of all of you. This is, definitely, the most advanced class I have ever conducted. Goodnight!
6th Session
Oh dear ladies. Sorry I’m late, but Jane - the president of DOMANON had something . . MY, what’s this? A bridal party? A bride and her four bridesmaids!!
Oh Melissa! What a gorgeous gown! And you’ve grown up SO quickly! It seems that were just a little girl very recently. But why don’t you pull your veil down? I’d like to see what the whole picture will be when you get married – when is the big day? Two weeks? And I’m invited? Why thank you! I’ll be there.
And what a bevy of beautiful bridesmaids in matching sea-foam dresses and accessories! Are all of you jealous of your friend Melissa? Yes, of course you are! But I’ll bet it won’t be long before each of you gets a turn to wear a pretty bridal gown. Oh – and you all curtsey SO nicely. What’s this girls? A present for me?
Oh LOOK – a spanking paddle! I promise – I’ll treasure it forever.
But I just had a thought? Why don’t you girls come with me out to the main meeting room – and I can maybe inaugurate my new paddle, huh? You first Melissa – can’t say I’ve ever spanked a bride before – but then Rose? You after her – then Priscilla, Elizabeth, and last but not least – Tiffany. Come along girls – I’ll try not to make you cry – but sometimes when I see a sissy’s back side, all pretty in panties? I just can’t help myself!

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?

Departure from macho

By Bea

Much to my mother's disgust, I dropped out of college in my senior year.  One year later she was even more disgusted by the fact that I was still unemployed and, as she put it, still "sponging" off of her.  That's what

she said. In all truth, I'm sure that by that time she didn't mind.  As  she had always hated any kind of housework, the fact that I got to doing it pacified her more than somewhat.  As I had also become a more than

passable chef, she found it more and more acceptable - she just likes to complain is all.  I even think she enjoyed complaining about my pony-tail hairdo - the source of most of our arguments.

With her being a relatively successful real estate broker, we lived in a modernized farm house that she'd bought and restored while I was at college.  We were about a twenty minute ride to town which we both enjoyed. Her because it gave her time enough to think about her work while driving there, but not long enough to bore her.  I enjoyed it because it was far enough out that I didn't have to put up with a bunch of door-to-door salesmen, etc.

We both enjoyed the house itself. Both for the same reason - the quietness and the privacy.  As she explained "It may be a little too secluded for my type of business, but I sure love to relax here".  I had another little

perk though - the fact that business took her away quite often, and I had the house to myself.

I will admit that mother and I couldn't be more dissimilar.  She's a large, outgoing woman, very much into people.  Loves to joke around, and thoroughly enjoys a glass or two of Jack Daniels when she gets in at

night.  On the other hand, I'm slightly built, can't interact with people to save my life - somewhat scared of the opposite sex - do like a joke - but forget it minutes later.  Two small glasses of wine and I'm flying.  Have

a very strong tendency towards being a couch potato if you want to know the truth.

Have you ever noticed how a small incident can put your life onto a different path?.  Mother got into a minor car accident.  Mother was not wearing a safety belt.  Mother did break her right ankle - as well as

badly sprain her left wrist.  Mother then proceeded to make the next few weeks of my life a living hell.  This she did by having me drive her everywhere.  This not only disturbed my routine, her constant criticisms of my driving drove me batty.  Mind you, I'm the first to admit that I'm not a good driver - I get too nervous, but her constantly shaking head, her pursed lips, and her right foot constantly trying to brake - while on the passenger side yet, only managed to make me nervous.

For years she had been bugging me about the lack of a girlfriend in my life.  I kept pointing out that I was friendly with two of the young ladies that worked in her office.  She'd snort that they seemed like 'friends' not girlfriends - and I was never going to start making grandchildren for her, carrying on the way I was doing.  I was totally embarrassed by her frankness in this subject and generally avoided it whenever I could.  Finally, I guess, she got fed up waiting and made a date for me.

I was furious.  Came close to disobeying her.  She got the look on her face though that I knew meant a lot of trouble for me, so I caved in and agreed to meet the young lady she'd picked for me.  "You'll like her."  I was told.  "Just moved into the area.  I helped her rent her house a few months ago. Just found out that I knew her mother in college.  One of the sweetest, gentlest girls I ever knew.  If Linda - that's the girl's name, is anything like her mother, I'm pretty sure you'll like her."

I was nervous of the upcoming meeting with this young woman, but this description helped assuage my fears.  She sounded like maybe someone I could be friendly with - after all, you can't have too many friends, can you?

It had been arranged that she'd come and pick me up at the house.  Mother had explained that I'd been doing a lot of driving recently and was fed up looking at the steering wheel of a car.  "No sense in letting the girl find out what a lousy driver you are."  she explained.

It had started raining, but slightly, by the time that Linda came to pick me up.  I saw a red Chevy convertible - one of the old ones, with the sort of white scallop down the side, pull into the driveway in front of the house.

The girl who jumped out of the car didn't look like she was the 'gentle' type.  Leather jacket, red scarf over dark short, wavy, hair.  Blue jeans.  Looked like cowboy boots.  Gave the car a bad tempered kick, then did something.  The convertible top, lurched up and into place.  She seemed to spend a lot of time setting the locks that located it. As she walked up to the door, I could see her pull the scarf off her head and shake the rain from it with a bad tempered shake.  Nervously, I decided to let mummy answer the door.

I could hear a sort of muttering in the hall, and they came in together, laughing about something.  Right away, I knew this girl was no shrinking violet.  Confident in her walk and posture, very little makeup.  Nice, but firm, mouth.   Small nose.  Dark full eyebrows over brown eyes.  Physically, about the same as myself - a little taller in her boots.  A firm grip when she shook my hand at mother's introduction.

"Anderson?"  She asked.  "A kind of unusual first name, isn't it?"  She asked me.  I started to blush.

"Oh yes!"  Mother answerd quickly for me. "Been an Anderson in the family for a long time - but if he doesn't get a move on, he'll be the last."

I blushed again, as Linda laughed.

"A lot of my friends call me Andy"  I volunteered quietly.

A surprised look came over Linda's face.  "Amazing!"  She said.  "I was wondering when I'd meet my newest Annie."  She turned to my mother.  "This is fantastic!  I've never, ever, in my life not lived anywhere where I didn't have a friend called Annie - I sorta look on them as being good luck.."

"Andy!"  I said, as forcefully as I could.  "Andy!"

She lookd startled for a minute, but then grinned an apology.  "I'm sorry"  she said contritely  "but you do have a very soft voice you know.  I could have sworn you said 'Annie'"

Mummy looked down into the drink she was carrying in her hand.  "Sometimes.."  She started to say something, but caught herself in time.  Looked up.  "That's a helluva car you've got there.  Had it long?"

Linda beamed.  "Yeh!"  That's my pride and joy."  She turned to include me in her next comment, which was something about valves or cams, or something like that.  Mother shook her head.  "Don't talk cars to him.  Sees them as being things to get him from point 'a' to 'b', that's all."

Linda shrugged, and turned her attention back to mummy. "I'm having some problems with the top.  Keeps coming down at the worst times.  A real pain in the ass, I'll tell you.."

"Isn't that dangerous?"  I asked nervously.

She grinned.  "Nah!  Nothing to worry about.  It makes enough racket when it starts to misbehave that I have enough time to stop the car and get it back up without any problem..."

"Maybe we should call the date off?"  I queried.

She gave me a strange look.  "If you want."  She replied matter-of-factly  "But there's no problem, honest.."

Mummy snorted  "You're  not calling this date off Andy.  Just remember to be here in plenty of time to drive me to the airport tomorow."  She turned to Linda. "Got a trip I've got to make, so just make sure you have him home in plenty of time.."  She looked out the window.  "And it looks as if you'd better get going.  It's getting darker by the minute - we might be in for some heavy rain."

We left hurriedly, Linda opening the car door for me.  I was having a problem opening it, so she came to my side, and opened it with hardly any effort at all.  "Has a tendency to stick."  She said.

She took me to a restaurant on the other side of town, only a couple of miles from where she lived.  Under the amused grins of the female valet parking attendant, I was let out of the car door by Linda.  I felt as if I were being protected by her.  It was a strange feeling, but sort of enjoyable.  I noticed that the rain had got appreciably harder when we left the shelter of the car.

The restaurant was anything but busy, and was quite dark inside.  Nevertheless, a few of the waitresses seemed to recognize Linda, shooting shy smiles at her as we were shown to our table.  She didn't seem to notice them though.

It became almost immediately apparent that I was Linda's date - not the other way around.  She was very attentive to me - pulling out my chair, making sure that I got the menu that had no prices, being very solicitous of what I should eat and drink - finally taking over completely and ordering the meal for both of us.  She ordered a glass of blush for my before-dinner drink, and a Jack Daniels for her own.  She was certainly not shy around the waitresses, asking questions about the menu, recommendations etc., But they didn't seem to mind at all, fluttering about and being very, very helpful.

I suppose I should have minded, but I was used to being in the presence of a strong woman - even though this one was a lot more attentive to me and anything I had to say than mummy ever was.  Not that I actually said much.

She had had such an interesting life.  Only four years older than me, she had graduated early - magna cum laude no less, had actually started her own businesses a couple of times - "Lost my ass the first one, but haven't done bad since.."  she admitted, taking an appreciative sip of her drink as she did so.  She had also crewed on an Alaska - Hawaii boat race.  Some of the stories she told made me shiver - I would never dream of doing that kind of thing.  I've no memory for what we ate, I was so entranced by this new force in my life.  When her toes started stroking my leg under the table I was taken aback.  This was not, actually, my first ever date - but she was the first companion I'd ever been with that made the advances.  I couldn't help it.  I looked up at her and smiled shyly.

"Did you know you're blushing?"  She teased, leaning back in her chair a little, her toe now working it's way up to stroke my inner thigh.

I squirmed happily.  I hadn't been aware that I had been blushing, but now I could feel the heat rise in my face. I didn't answer.

"It's so cute!"  She whispered to me.  "Almost pretty."

I blushed even more.  She laughed, and put her hands over my right hand that I had lying on top of the table.  "I'm sure you and I will be the best of friends Annie.  Don't you think.."

Before I could react to her calling me Annie, she reacted for me - "Oh my god!  Did you hear what I called.. Oh!  I'm so sorry!  Please forgive me?"

She was obviously so sorry that I just shrugged it off.  She started talking again.  Sure enough, a few minutes later she called me Annie again - and with the same reaction.  Again, I accepted her apologies in good grace.

I had had a couple of glases of wine by this time and was feeling very flushed.  Totally captivated by her stories, the interruptions caused by all these apologies were distracting me from what she was saying.  Finally, about the fifth time, I waved my hand at her.  "Linda?  It's OK  I'm not offended.  You don't need to apologise all the time - honest."

She looked at me, astonishment all over her face.  "You don't mind being called by a girl's name?"

I hastened to correct any wrong impression.  "Well, normally I would, of course, but you did say to mummy that you'd had friends called Annie all your life.  I understand."

She put her hands over mine again.  "You're so sweet!  So understanding!   Just like the others!"

And I was Annie from then on, for a while at least - even in front of the waitress.  She was a pretty young thing.  Pert and with a bounce to her step.  She kept flashing glances at us.  Linda finally saw her.  "That young girl has a crush on you, I think.  Isn't it nice to see them at that age?  She's very pretty.  I'm getting quite jealous, I think.  Let's do something with her." And she made some suggestions.

I wasn't so sure that the glances were directed at me, but blushed some more at this indirect praise.  My mind really wasn't on what Linda was asking me to do then, so I went along with her.  When the girl next came by our table to check if we needed anything, Linda spoke up.  "My friend Annie here, was wondering about your uniform.  Does the company supply them for you, do you have to buy them, what are they made of?  That sort of thing?"

And, with Linda looking on, the girl answered all of these questions and more.  Had me feel the materials of the outer apron, the skirt, the blouse.  Showed me how well the hems were sewn in, had me crush the fabric of the skirt to check it's resiliency, and check the lace on the hem of the petticoat.

And it struck me - I was just another girl to her.  Naturally, I'd be interested in all the things she was telling me - while she was flirting with Linda!  Finally, I had to get away.

"Where are the restrooms please?"  I asked.  I actually thought for a minute that she wasn't about to let me go, but she remembered where she was.

"Along that hall there.  Second on the right."

I thanked her and started across the floor.  Heard Linda behind me.

"Anne?  She made a mistake.  That's the ladies she's sent you to."

I was incensed.  I had now gone from 'Annie' - which at least sounded like my name, to 'Anne' a most definite female name. I was too scared to take Linda up in it, so sent an indignant look back to the waitress instead.  She put a false smile of apology on her face.

"I'm so sorry ... Sir.  Don't know what I could have been thinking of.."  And she stared a challenge at me until I looked down!

"Oh.  That's OK"  I mumbled.

But, in the washrooms, the sound of the rain was now distinct, lashing against the small windows there with fury.  When I got back to the table, Linda was alone.  I had rehearsed what I was going to say.

"Linda?  I can't say that I like being called 'Anne'."

She shook her head.  "But you said you didn't mind.."

"But.. That was different.  That was 'Annie'."

She shook her head some more.  "I'm really sorry.  I didn't mean to offend .. But after you said it was Okay? Well, I'm really.."

She was so truly repentant that I forgave her immediately.  This didn't lift her spirits though and, somehow, by the time we were through, I had accepted that it was now OK for me to be called 'Anne'.

"A much nicer name don't you think?"  She'd asked.  Weakly, I'd concurred so became 'Anne' openly for the rest of the evening.

We were about the last to leave.  Outside, it was obvious that the rain was now a full force storm.  The valet parker was going to get the car, but Linda stopped her.  "No honey.  That old car can get really balky in the rain.  You stall her and we'd be here all night."

"But we'll get soaked going to the car Linda!"  I wailed.

"Don't be silly Anne.  I'll go get the car.  You'll have to get down to the curb there - but maybe this young lady here can get an umbrella while I go get the car?"

The valet girl nodded.  Linda pulled her scarf out from her pocket - and proceeded to tie it around my hair!  Shocked, I tried to wave her off.  She addressed me sternly.  "Look Anne?  I'm gonna get soaked, no matter what. It won't help you much, but it'll help some, so stop this nonsense, OK?"

And, a minute or two later, the parking valet now openly addressing me as 'miss' I was led over to the car when Linda drove up.  And, even trying very hard to maintain some degree of masculine pride, I couldn't.  I let out little squeals of protest as some of the rain actually hit my forehead - it was so cold!  The two women smiled at each other as if to say 'she's a weak sister, eh?', I finally got in the car, and we drove off.

She had a blanket for me, a lovely soft mohair in soft pastels.  Gratefully, I cuddled into it's warmth.  Her arm snaked around my shoulder and pulled me into her.  I laid my head on her shoulder, and sighed happily.  She put the radio on.  It was full of news about the storm, phone lines down, electricity out and so on.  Idly, I wondered if mother was all right.

It wasn't five minutes later that my euphoria ended suddenly. I must have been starting to doze off when Linda's arm left me and she swore loudly.  I didn't know what to do.  A loud noise came from over my head and, seconds later, a shock of cold water hit me on the face.  I realized that the problem with the roof had started again.

As I woke to this conclusion, the car stopped totally and all the lights went out.  Linda reacted with a stream of profanity that would have won my mother's respect.  We were still protected by the car roof, but only a little as it hadn't had time to retract fully before all the power had died.  The weather outside was terrible, but it was clear that we couldn't stay in the car.

"You'll have to give me a hand Anne."  She said.  "Gotta get this heap to the side of the road before somebody hits us.  You take the wheel.  Put the car in neutral, and I'll push."

She went out into the storm.  I moved over into the drivers seat and steered it over to the shoulder when she pushed it.  She came back into the passengers side, puffing for breath.

"Jesus!  It's awful out there.  But hate to say it sweets, it looks as if our best hope is to head for my house.  It's only about five hundred yards away, I think - hard to tell.  But I can't think of anything else to do.  We can't stay here all night.  Any ideas?"

"No." I said helplessly.  "You don't think you can fix the car?"

"Not a hope."  She replied.  "Honest.  I'd go and get an umbrella, but I don't think I even have one here.  I'm pretty sure I left it at the office."

"Well.  If you think it's best..?"  I deferred to her.  She nodded.

"Just a sec then."  And took my lovely warm blanket and stuffed it into the opening between the roof of the car and the winshield.  "It'll help keep some of the rain out of the interior"  she explained. "Let's go, eh?"

She was right.  Her house wasn't far at all but we were abolutely, totally, drenched from head to toe by the time we got there.  I don't think I've ever felt so sodden in my entire life.  Naturally, I was miserable.  She, on the other hand seemed to enjoy the experience facing directly into the storm, her strong arm around my shoulders, helping me along.

"Wow!"  She said as she let us into the hall of her house.  "That was an experience, eh?  Why don't you just strip off all of your clothes here - I'll go get some towels."

She proceeded to follow her own advice, stripping her clothes off as she spoke.  I couldn't help but see her beautifully formed body as she did so.  There wasn't an ounce of shyness in her as she walked around naked in front of me.  I was a lot more tentative, but really had no choice.

The electricity was out, but there was some light thrown off from a fire in the living room.  She examined me in the semi darkness.  Put her hand on the underside of my upper arm.

"Gee but you're soft."  She said.  "Don't work out much, do you?"

I started blushing again.  "No."  I admitted.  "But you do, don't you?"

"Oh yeah."  She replied.  "Here.  Feel this muscle."  She crooked her arm, and offered the result for my inspection.  I touched it lightly.  The hardness was very impressive.  I got an erection that I couldn't hide.

Her teeth gleamed in the reflected light.  "Well, there's something not soft.  Hardbody's turn you on, eh?"  Then she laughed.  "First.  Lets get that ponytail of yours undone. It's cute but your hair'll dry a lot quicker if you do.  Then let me get you something to wear - you can't be very comfortable."  With that, she picked up our piles of wet clothing, and left the room, saying as she left  "Why don't you put some more wood on the fire?  Get some more heat in here.  There's a g... good fella."

While she was gone, I undid my ponytail, and shook my hair out.  Then I carefully put some of the logs onto the fire, avoiding the sparks that came off.  The wood must have been very dry, because it was already caught when she returned a few minutes later.

She was wearing a plaid robe, man's style,  tied at the waist.  She'd brought me a large towel and a terry robe.  I dried myself quickly, then picked up the robe.  Even in the half light of the fireplace I could see the pinkness of it, the rounded feminine lapels, the flared sleeves, and the length - down almost to my ankles.  I wasn't about to complain.  Gratefully, I slid my arms into it's warmth and comfort.  Stood placidly as she tied the sash around my waist, a small grin playing around the corners of her mouth as she did so.

I didn't argue too much when she went to a sideboard, then came back and  pressed a snifter of brandy on me.

"Just sip on that by the fire.  I'll run you a bath."

"I don't suppose we can call mummy?"  I asked.

She shook her head.  "Electricity's down.  Phones are down.  But don't worry.  If the rain lets up, I'll get out and fix the car in the morning - I'll get you home in plenty of time."

I shrugged.  Even mummy couldn't blame me.  It was totally out of my hands.  Linda gave me a quick smile and left the room.  I sat in a chair by the fire.

Basking in comfort now, my robe around me, the fireplace starting to give out more heat, a drink to warm my insides, I relaxed back in the chair.  I could hear the sound of water running.

"O.K.  Anne"  I heard her shout, "Bath's just about ready.  Better come on, before it gets cold."  Obediently, I got up and headed out of the room towards the sound of running water.

She must have got a candle from somewhere because out of the room, away from the fire, I could see a flickering light coming from an open doorway.  I could hear the sound of running water and, when I went in to the bathroom, saw Linda on her knees, swishing the water around to check the temperature.

I still had my brandy with me, so took another sip from the glass.  The motion gave my presence away.  She looked up.  "Hi Anne!  Strip off that robe and get your cute little tush into this water.  It's just about perfect.  Here, give that glass to me until you get in.  There, that's it!"

The water had a layer of bubbles that must have been six inches deep.  There was also a sweet, perfumy floral scent coming off the water.  Hesitating for only a moment - I was still shy of being naked in front of her, I handed her the robe and slid into the bath.  As she had said, it was just perfect.  Warm enough to make me hesitate a little, but wonderful after I was in a second or two.  She handed the glass back to me.  "Here.  Don't drink this too fast.  Just take it easy and relax.  I'm going to grab a quick shower.  Don't fall asleep, o.k?"

I grinned up at her and sank a few more inches into my perfumed bath.  Waved my glass at her.  "I'll call when I need you." I said grandly.  She laughed and flicked some of the soap suds that had adhered to her fingers at me and left the bathroom.  I saw that she had taken my robe with her.  Took it to be an oversight on her part.

I followed her instructions as well as I could, but gradually found myself slipping into sleep.  I finished the brandy and put the glass on a small shelf at the side of the bath.  Lay back for what seemed like a second, then came to with a start to find Linda standing above me.  "C'mon sleepyhead"  she said gently.  "Lets get you outta there, Linda will dry you all nice.  C'mon doll."  She held a large towel up invitingly.  I clambered out of my bath and into her embrace.  She wouldn't let me dry myself, so I huddled sleepily against her body as she rubbed me all over with the soft towel.

I wasn't quite ready for her when the towel was done with and dropped to the floor.  In the flickering candlelight I then saw her advance on me with what seemed to be a round box in one hand and a fluffy 'something' in the other.  She then started dabbing at me with the powder applicator - for that's what the fluffy thing was - and replenishing it with powder from the box.  The smell of perfume filled my nostrils.  "Linda?  What are you doing?"  I protested.

"Making you smell pretty.  What d'you think silly?  Now stand still!  There that's it, all done.  Now, let's get your nightie on.  Hold your arms out in front of you, and I'll help you get it on."

I nearly fainted.  All the treatment of the night - the constant feminizing of my role, the girl's name, the perfumed powder had just been the lead-in to the satin nightdress she was holding out in front of me.  I looked at her doubtfully.

"C'mon Anne."  She said gently.  "Don't make a fuss now.  Be a good girl."

"Please Linda?"  I asked softly, but raised my arms as ordered.  She smiled and started putting the satin tunnel over them, and pushing my head into the opening.  I felt the material cascade silkily over my shoulders and down my body, the hem coming to a rest just above my instep.

"There!  Doesn't that feel nice?  Here, look in the mirror.  I know the light's not very good.  But look at how pretty you look."  She turned me to look into a mirror mounted on the back of the door.  Put a possessive arm around my waist.  Fluffed my hair a little with her hand.

The soft light didn't give much detail but, with my hair down about my shoulders now, a long satin nightdress with puffy sleeves at the shoulder, a scooped neckline shirred in lace, and the skirt of the gown falling almost to the floor, I did make a very feminine picture standing there in the protection of her masculine arm.  She gave me a firm pat on the rear.  "Now.  Aren't you going to thank Linda for the nice nightdress?"

"Eh?"  I said numbly.

"Say 'thank you Linda for the pretty nightgown'"  she commanded.

I mumbled my thanks to her.

"She doesn't sound very grateful to me"  she said as if to herself  "but let's see if she's any happier with the pegnoir.  Here Anne, try this on, why don't you..?"

Amd in an unresisting haze I put on the diaphonous, filmy, chiffon robe over my satin nightgown.  Then thanked her for that - and the fluffy slippers with the low heels.  Last, but not least, at her request I applied a coat of lipstick to my lips using the mirror.  I wasn't prepared, but wasn't too surprised when she swept me up into her arms and carried me back into the living room and the couch by the fire.

She didn't spend long with me.  Seemed to know that she was totally beyond any previous experience that I'd ever had.  Kissed and fondled me until I writhed, then lifted - slowly - the hem of my nightgown until I was bared underneath her. Brought her body over mine, then sat on top of me.  Placed her moistness over my standing erection, then moved slowly up and down on me until I came with a shudder that convulsed my whole body.

I don't know if I was drunk, exhausted, or confused - or a mixture of all three.  She carried me to the bedroom, then left me alone for a chance to clean myself up, and climb into bed.  A few minutes later, she joined me.  We didn't speak.  Content, I cuddled into her warmth.

During the night, she made love to me again.  This time I was a lot more attuned to my place in the scheme of things, and played my feminine role with more expertise. I felt even more sure of this when I woke up the next morning and found with a stab of dismay that she wasn't in bed beside me.  I really didn't think anything at all of pulling on my pegnoir when I went through to look for her in the kitchen - it seemed natural now.  She wasn't there, but a pot of instant coffee sat warming on the gas range.  Gratefully, I poured a cup and tracked through the house looking for her, my cloud of chiffon floating over my satin gown.

The morning was bright and sunny, all traces of the night's storm gone.  There were remembrances of course:  some broken tree branches in the driveway, some puddles.  I tried the lights and the phone.  Both were still dead.  Somehow, I wasn't too concerned about mummy.  I seemed to have acquired a new mistress I thought - one who would be more than capable of taking care of me.

The front door opened and Linda came in, hair tousled, eyes bright.

"Morning Anne.  Isn't it lovely out?  Did you sleep well?"

While speaking, she came to me and gave me a kiss, her hand caressing my back as she did so.

"Oh yes!"  I replied, warming to her touch.  "Slept great.  Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"I've already had one"  she replied, "but another won't do any harm, I guess."

I poured her a cup - she took it black.  "Been at the car?"  I asked.  "Can you fix it?"

"Yes. And yes"  she replied.  "Matter of fact, it's back here at the house."  She looked at the clock.  "I was down there an hour ago.  Got the roof down, but it'll have to stay that way until I get a new part - and I'll need a little doohickey to fix the electrical problem that we had last night.  It should be easy though, I can pick them up going through town while I'm taking you home."

"Oh?  Will the car go OK?"  I asked.

She grinned and shook her head. "Yeah.  But it's chancy.  Have you tried the phones?"

I nodded. "Yes.  But they were dead a few minutes ago"

"Chances are that your mother's cut off as well."  She thought out loud.  "And if she is, she can't call a taxi to get her to the airport.  What time's her flight again?"

"One thirty."

"Oh, plenty of time then.  Like to wrassle up some breakfast?"

"Sure.  Anything you fancy?"

"Nah.  Can't have you cooking in that outfit.  Some toast will be fine.  I'll go and grab a quick shower.  Back in a jiffy."

I made some fresh coffee and set the table.  Had the toast nice and warm for her when she got back.  She looked terrific.  Jeans, blue shirt type blouse, leather boots.  She smiled when she saw the set table.  "I'm not used to being looked after like this.  Nice.  But Anne?  Can I ask a favor of you?"

"Of course."  I replied happily.

"I know I sound like a fuss budget, but you do look kinda mussed.  Would you go and comb your hair a little?.."

"Oh sure!"  I said.

"And freshen up your lipstick?  It's almost all gone."

I was embarrassed all over again.  Her requests made me only too aware of my feminine clothes and behaviour.  I hesitated.  She looked at me calmly. Blushing, I went back to the bedroom, gave my face a wash, combed my hair - put on some fresh lipstick.  She just smiled at me when I got back to the table, mouthed a 'thank you' at me.

I had some coffee and toast with her, but started to look nervously at the clock.

"What's the matter honey?"  She asked.

"Well I can't  possibly wear the clothes I had on last night.. Was hoping you'd maybe go and get some clothes for me.  Explain to mummy why we're late.."

I saw the blank expression on her face, and my words tailed off.

"Well that seems kinda silly, doesn't it?"  She asked.  "There's tons clothes here you can wear - and just suppose my car broke down while I was doing all of that running around?  How'd your mother get to the airport?  Think she'd be happy with either of us?"

I considered what she was saying.  "Well .. Maybe, I mean if you had some pants.. A blouse something like you're wearing?"

She was looking at me, open mouthed.  Then she smiled.

"You must be joking Anne.  These are myclothes, and I don't lend my clothes to anybody."

I plucked at my pegnoir sleeve nervously.  " But what about this robe .. This nightgown.  Aren't these yours?"

She nodded reluctantly.  "In a manner of speaking, I guess so.  See, mum is a buyer for a department store.  Keeps getting all these great deals - on clothes I wouldn't think of wearing.  I usually collect them for a while, then give them to the goodwill.."

"But what's wrong with them?"  I asked, puzzled.

"Shit!  Can't you see?  They're so damn feminine!  I wouldn't be caught dead in them!"  She said, seemingly amazed that I'd even think to ask such a question.

"But, I'm a man,"  I said.  "So how come you think I should wear them?"

She shook her head, smiling.  "But you're a sissie."  She said kindly, as if the answer should be obvious to me. "Sissies keep house for their 'mummy's'- and like to dress up in pretty clothes.  They don't mind being called by girl's names.."   She was walking towards me all the time she was speaking and, as she reached me, took me in her arms.  Whispered softly in my ear  "and, guess what?  They're very good at doing what they're told to do by big strong girls like me.  Now.  Don't you think you're a sissie, Anne?  C'mon now.  Tell Linda that you don't like your satin gown, and your pretty robe.  C'mon now."  She kissed me.  I shuddered in a kind of fear, but didn't answer.

"See?  You like them just fine!"  She said playfully.  "So let's go and pick you out some nice clothes to go home in."  She started walking me along the hall, back to the bedroom.

"Please Linda.."  I started, but she put a finger gently over my mouth.

"Shush!"  She said.  "Now listen to me.  I'll let you pick out what you want, but I have some rules that you might want to think about while you're making your choices.  Want to hear them?"

I nodded obediently, and she took her finger away from my lips.

"No pants of any description, no pantyhose - just garter belts and nylons.  You'll need to pad your bra, but I don't want you to be ostentatious about it.  You don't need to wear high heels - but at least a medium heel. Eh?  - I think some of mine will fit you.  Once you get your lingerie on - nice lacy stuff now - put your robe back on, and call me.  I'll make you up and do something to your hair."

I shook my head, but very slowly, terror driving me to argue.  "But Linda.. I can't .. What will mummy..  Oh dear... Must I Linda?"

"Look, you silly little goose,"  she said kindly  "You have to borrow some ladies clothes to go home in.  Right?"

"I guess so."  I admitted.

"In a car that's open, with the roof down.  Right?"

I nodded.

"So.  Do you want to look like a man in girl's clothes when I stop at the dealers for the parts - or look like a girl waiting for her friend?"

I couldn't speak.  The horror of what she was saying crashing through my defences - she was going to take me into town while she bought her auto parts!!  By being silent, I lost my chance.  By this time, we had reached the door to the bedroom.  She pushed me gently  "The pretty lingerie is in the bottom drawer there - the outerwear for you is in the right hand side of the closet.  Hurry now Anne.  We don't have all day."  With that, she closed the door behind me.

In a kind of dream state, I went and explored the areas that held the clothes for me.  The drawer held a lot of pastel-hued frothy lingerie, folded in what looked like 'sets', each set containing panties, bra, garter belt, then slips of various lengths, some full , some half - and camisoles.  Packets of nylon stockings were stored down one side of the drawer.

The closet held what she had described - feminine clothing.  There was one pant suit, but the pants were of a silky material, and very large, with an outrageous floral design.  They were more feminine than some of the dresses!

It didn't matter anyway, I thought.  Linda had said "no pants", and I wasn't in any frame of mind to challenge her.  Slowly, I made my choices from the two areas.

The lingerie I picked was a sort of pale salmon color, lace edged.  The panties were briefs, and the set contained a half slip - quite short - and a camisole.  I picked a silky blue blouse with a shirt front, but large lapels, and long full sleeves.  A black skirt of a sort of heavy silk (turned out to be gros-grain later) that zipped at the back.

I undressed and showered.  Powdered myself again - didn't see any harm in it now.  Then started getting dressed. I'd thought that the fastening of the bra and garter belt might give me trouble, but I had no problems whatsoever.

A few minutes later, totally ensconsed in my new lingerie, I searched for shoes.  Found a pair of dark patent leather that weren't too high in the heel - actually quite comfortable too.  I padded my bra with a couple of silk scarves I found then, taking a deep breath, kicked the shoes off, put my robe on, and called out for Linda.

She was most complimentary about my choices.  I blushed with pleasure at what she was saying.  I blushed some more as she made me up, teasing me unmercifully as she applied the various cosmetics - the base, blusher, eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick - asking me how my 'mummy' would like me now.  I tried to object when she glued long red false nails over my own.

"So?  We break down and I've to get a tow truck.  A girl like you're gonna look like with no nails?  Don't be crazy!"

After that, she took a battery operated curling iron and crimped my hair into some waves at the front.  "We'll put a scarf on you later.  Shouldn't look too bad"  she explained.

Then I was getting into my skirt and blouse, ashamed again when she pointed out how my pretty underwear showed underneath the blouse. At her instigation, I put on a pearl necklace with earrings to match, then a sort of chunky bracelet and a couple of costume jewelry rings.

She gave me a light, silky, anorak type of thing to wear as a jacket over my outfit, then tied my hair with a a light blue scarf that tied under my chin.  Then she gave me a pair of wraparound sun glasses.  Through them, I stared at the woman that faced me in the mirror.

"Just think how nice I could have you looking with a real pretty dress and some time."  She said, grinning.  I gulped.

The last item of my wardrobe was a handbag.  "Ever see a woman without one?"  Was all it took to convince me.

The car started up just fine.  At first I was terrified, but sitting on the seat beside her, her arm around my shoulder again, I started to relax.  It didn't take us long to get back into town.  She parked in the small lot beside the auto parts store, and I sat in the car for what seemed like an eternity.

And then one of the young ladies that worked for mummy passed by.  Her eye was probably caught by the car first, but I could sense her curiousity in me.

For a terrible second, I thought she was going to come and talk.  Did the only thing I could.  Opened my handbag and took out my lipstick.  Pretended to be totally engrossed in my reflection in the rear view mirror while I carefully applied a new coating.

"My!  Aren't we a quick learner."  I heard Linda's voice as she got in the car.  I took my eyes from the mirror and only Linda was there - the girl was gone.  Linda obviously assumed that I was just being feminine.  I didn't think I stood much chance of explaining, so just closed my lipstick tube up and put it back in my bag.

She'd got the parts she needed to fix the car.  "I can do it at your house.  We'll have plenty of time."  She said, looking at her watch.  "It's what?  A half hour at most to the airport from there?  It's only eleven right now.  We should be at your house in fifteen minutes - I'll need ten minutes tops to replace the parts.  Plenty of time!"

I sighed, a sort of fright taking over me.  In a short while my mother was going to see her son totally dressed and made up as a woman.  Everything that had happened could be explained, but it suddenly seemed that, surely, there must have been other choices open to me.  I just couldn't seem to think clearly about what they were though. The quicker I could get back into my own clothes, the better, I thought.  Might get my thinking back into some sort of logical order.  I grinned to myself - maybe I was a 'natural' female.  Put me in women's clothes and I became the prototype 'bimbo', incapable of thinking for herself.

"Anne?"  I heard Linda ask.  I shook myself out of my thought stream.

"Yes?"  I replied.

"Want you to do something for me honey.  O.K?"

"Of course Linda."  I said softly.

"You're comfortable in these shoes?"

"Yes. As a matter of fact I am."  I answered.

"Good! I thought so.  You were walking fine in them back in the house."

She paused.

"But what does that have to do with what you want me to do?"  I asked.

"Well.. I don't want you, all of a sudden to discover that you've got problems in them - like wobbling around.  That sort of thing."

"But why would I do something like that?"

"Well... You might not want your mummy to think that you're too good on heels.  Might give her some ideas, you know?"

And I saw what she meant.  I couldn't show any vestiges of masculinity at all - not even being unable to walk in heels.  I shuddered. What was mummy going to say?

We parked out front.  "Just stay there Anne." Linda said.  "I'll get the door for you."

Mummy had heard the car drive up, and had come out onto the porch.  I guess she'd been expecting Linda - but obviously didn't know who the hell I was.

"Where's Andy?"  She called out.

Linda didn't answer.  Just opened the car door for me. Handbag in hand, I slid out from the car, and straightened my skirt a little.

"I'm here mummy."  I called out weakly.

I saw her mouth literally fall about four inches.  Then she laughed.  "It wasn't hallow'een last night by any chance, was it?  Or did I miss something?"

"Honestly mummy?  There's an explanation.." I started.

"You can tell her later Anne.  Let's get in the house now."  Linda suggested firmly, taking my arm.

Mummy was transfixed at the doorway, but recovered enough to step aside to let us in.

"Must have been a helluva storm right enough.  Looks like it blew my son into my daughter."  Mummy laughed.  "By god Andy!  You make a nice looking girl.  I'd never have suspected.."

"I call her Anne"  Linda said slowly and deliberately.  "Don't like Andy.  So, if you don't mind, d'you think you could get used to calling her that?"

She turned to me  "How's about wrassling up some lunch hon?  I'm starving."

"But I'll need to change, Linda."

"Later dear.  Right now, put an apron on to cover up your blouse and skirt, and make some lunch for all of us, eh?"

She had a look in her eye that warned me from making any argument.  Meekly, I went into the kitchen and started preparing the table for lunch.

I could hear some talking going on between the two of them.  At first it was low, but then I heard them laugh together.  When I called them in to eat, all indications of any tension between them were gone.

After lunch, Linda went out to the car to effect the repairs.  Mother came into the kitchen where I was doing the dishes.

"That Linda's quite a girl"  she said admiringly.  Then she looked at me archly  "or do you see her as a guy?"

I blushed.  Changed the subject.  "Well.  That's the dishes done.  I'd better get upstairs and change.  It's almost twelve.  We'd better start thinking about getting you to the airport."

"Linda know you're gonna change clothes?"  She asked.

"Well .. She said I could do it later - and it's later, isn't it?"  I parried.  "I mean I can't be walking around like this all day."  In spite of my words, I was starting to have the strangest feeling.

"Maybe I'd better go talk to her."  I said carefully.

"Might be a damn good idea - Anne."  Mummy said, laughing again.  "I have the feeling that you'd better not show too much independent thinking around the bold Linda - you could find yourself over her knee pretty quick, I think."

I took my apron off.  Hung it up, then went out to talk to Linda.  She was just finishing up.  "Hi honey"  she said cheerfully.  "All fixed.  Just let me get cleaned up, and we'll get mummy dearest to the airport."

I tried to act nonchalent.  "It'll only take me a minute or so to.."

"To do what?"  She asked, puzzled. "If you're talking about moving your mother's luggage to the car, you can take the little cases.  But leave the bigger ones for me - they'll be too heavy for you."

"Ah .... I was actually meaning to go and change.." I stammerd.

"What for?" She replied.

"Well.."

"Anne?  Just stop being so silly.  I don't have enough time that I can stand around here, talking nonsense with you.  If you want to change, you can do it when we get back to the house."

"I've to go to the airport looking like this?"  I said weakly.

She examined me.  "Well. Your makeup needs a touch up, but other than that, I can't see that you need do anything.."

The three of us left for the airport shortly after this.  I'd freshened up my makeup and had the anorak, scarf, and sunglasses back on.  I sat in the front in the passenger seat.  Linda made me stay there while she unloaded mummy's luggage at the kerb.  Mummy came and leaned into the car.  Gave me a kiss.

"See you when I get back Anne.  Be good."

Linda said her goodbye as well then jumped back in the car. She had me put my head on her shoulder after we left the busy airport.  I settled into her comfortably.

Then, sudenly I saw that we were not heading back to the house.

"Where are we going Linda?  I think you missed the turnoff."

"I'm going to the house."  She said  "where do think?"

"But the house is back that way.."  I said, puzzled.

"No.  Your house is back that way.  My house is this way."

"But you said I could change when we got back to the house..."

"That's right.  I did, and you can.  There's all sorts of pretty clothes you can put on there, don't you remember?"

I could see now what was happening.  It was going to take a while for me to get any chance of changing back into more masculine garments.  I sighed and relaxed.  "You want me to stay with you until mummy gets back, don't you?"  I asked.

"Z'actly!  Thatagirl!"  She laughed. "Then, when she gets back, I'll move in with you guys.  See, she didn't want to give up her housekeeper and I don't want to give up my girlfriend.  This seemed like the best compromise.  Don't you think?  See, by the time she gets back, you'll just be so pretty and feminine you'll never think about being a man again."

I thought about the contents of the closet back at her house.  "There's a nice pair of floral pants there Linda.  I know you said that I can't wear pants - but they're really pretty.  Can I try them on?"  I asked meekly.

"Not today."  She said firmly.  "Just dresses for a while.  Then we'll see."