A Panty Thief (cousin)

Panty Thief

Chapter 1

Cammy moved as quickly and as quietly as he could along the upstairs
hall making his way to the closed door at the end. When he got there he
pushed it open with a slight creek of the hinges and then slipped
soundlessly into his cousin Giselle's room closing the door with a soft
'click' of the latch.

The room was femininely appointed, definitely decorated to suit a
teenage girl's tastes, but Cammy barely noticed as the 15-year-old made
directly for the long low dresser against the wall. This was the most
daring thing he had done to date in his attempt to satisfy his growing
fetish for women's lingerie and his stomach was churning as he reached
for the top drawer and opened it.

He rifled the contents for a moment digging through the lingerie inside
until he spotted what he wanted. Cammy withdrew a frilly pair of his
cousin's panties and held them up by the waistband to admire for a
moment. The girly undies were brief style and a feminine shade of pale
pink with a pretty ruffle of pink chiffon rimming each of the leg
openings and a lace flower appliqué on the front over the right hip.

"Oh yea...these are the ones! These are sooooo sweet!" The excited teen
said breathlessly as he put the panties down for a moment and scrambled
to get his pants off.

Cammy was taking a big risk doing this, but for him that was all part of
the excitement! For the past month, he had repeatedly 'borrowed' his
Aunt Jacqueline's and cousin Giselle's panties whenever he knew he could
get into the house without being seen. He knew it was a total violation
of his Auntie's trust and he felt guilty as hell about it, but he
couldn't resist his newly awakened cross-dressing urges.

It had all started innocently enough a couple of months before...

Cammy's Aunt Jacqueline had moved back to town to be closer to the rest
of her family after a rather messy divorce from her husband of 10 years.
He immediately developed a huge crush on her because she was so
beautiful and she was always very kind and friendly with him and just
one look and you could see why he was so enamored with her.

His Aunt Jacqueline, or Auntie as she liked him to call her, was in her
late 30's and in her prime. She had long, straight black hair that
cascaded over her shoulders and was very attractive with a full, curvy
figure she maintained through exercise and strict diet. She was
beautiful, assertive and very successful and Cammy followed her around
like a puppy dog.

Cammy wasn't really sure what she did for a living, all he knew was that
she worked in the fashion industry, but whatever she did she was doing
well at it. In fact Jacqueline's business was custom made woman's
intimate apparel and she dealt constantly with buyers, designers and
models, so she had to look the part of a beautiful, successful woman to
get ahead; it wouldn't do to be weak willed and out of shape.

Ever since she had moved back, Cammy had happily taken on the heavy
chores around her house as a favor to his beautiful Aunt, and Jacqueline
really appreciated it. The maintenance on her old Victorian home would
have been more than she could handle alone, especially with her busy
schedule, and Giselle was away most of the time either at boarding
school or visiting her useless husband. She needed someone to look after
things around the house for her and her nephew fit the bill.

One summer day Cammy arrived at his Aunt's early intending to cut the
grass and clean up a bit around the yard for her. As usual, he let
himself in through the back door only to find his Aunt running around
the kitchen in a panic trying to get ready for work. She had a cup of
coffee in one hand and a piece of toast in the other and she was
obviously agitated.

"Hi Auntie Jacqueline," He said with a wave as he entered the kitchen.

"Hi sweetie," she replied looking up at the clock on the wall. "Oh my
God, is that the time! I'm going to be late. I have to meet an important
buyer down town and if I don't get going I'll never make it."

She looked around the kitchen at the mess but there was nothing she
could do about it right now, unless... "Cammy I hate to ask you this,
but would you clean up a little around here for me? I have to run and I
don't want to come home to this mess tonight."

"Sure Auntie Jacqueline," He said cheerfully. "For you, anything!"
Jacqueline smiled fondly at the teen and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"You're my special little man you know that."

Cammy loved when she called him that, but he loved it even more as she
leaned down to give him that kiss. His Aunt always wore something low
cut and as she bent forward her blouse opened at the top to give him a
peek at her ample cleavage and at the lacy cups of her white bra.

Jacqueline knew her nephew was looking down her top and that Cammy was
hot for her. She had caught him checking out her curvy figure more than
once and it didn't bother her in the least. The teen's crush flattered
her and she long since decided to play along, giving Cammy occasional
glimpses down the front of her shirt or bending over in front of him to
give him a good view of her ample rear. It gave her a little thrill to
manipulate the teen and right now she needed some excitement in her
life, especially after that shiftless pantywaist of a husband of hers
had run off!

Jacqueline snatched up her brief case and gave the teen quick
instructions as to what needed doing, "Put away the dishes and wipe the
counter for me will you sweetie. Oh yea, I have a load of laundry in
downstairs, so fold up what's in the dryer and put it in my room, and
hang the stuff in the washer on the rack downstairs to dry. Thanks
sweetie!" She said hurriedly and she ran out the door.

After she left, Cammy started cleaning up and was just finishing wiping
the counters when he heard the buzzer go on the dryer in the basement.
He made his way downstairs to the laundry room and found the empty
basket sitting on the table and opened the dryer and stared folding the
contents. Once that was done he went to the washer intending to empty
it, but when he looked inside he was surprised to see two large mesh
bags in the bottom of the tub.

Cammy pulled out the first bag and looked at it curiously before taking
it over to the table. He opened the zipper on top and dumped out the
contents and his eyes went wide as saucers as a damp bundle of his
Aunt's lingerie tumbled out onto the table. Cammy stared at the damp
pile comprised of lace-trimmed panties, bras, garter-belts and teddies,
all of various colors and styles. This was more lingerie than the teen
had ever seen in his life and as he looked at it he started to
feel...funny.

Fifteen-year-old boys don't generally get the opportunity to touch
woman's lingerie that is of course unless they're lucky enough to have a
girlfriend that lets them. Cammy was so surprised that he just stood
there staring down at the damp lacy pile not knowing what he should do
next. Why would his Aunt ask him to do something like this?

Still unable to bring himself to touch anything on the table, he went
back over to the washer and took out the other bag. Opening it he could
see that it was full of nylon stockings, also of various colors and
styles. The teen pulled a single black stocking from the bag and
examined it closely. It had a Cuban style heel with a black seam running
all the way up the back. Cammy had seen nylons like this before in old
pin-up pictures and pornography from the 50's and he couldn't believe
that a woman like his Auntie was still wearing stuff like this.

The curious teen had just discovered one of his beautiful Auntie's many
'kinks' and that was her love for retro style lingerie and she had many
pretty feminine sets that had been custom made for her by various
designers. The delicate nylon of the stocking felt smooth and sensual
between his inexperienced fingers, but it was snagging on the ruff tips
so he decided he better put it back before he wrecked it.

This display of feminine finery had peaked Cammy's curiosity and he
tentatively reached out to the damp pile in front of him and picked up a
pair of black nylon panties lying on the top. The silky undies were
slightly crumpled from the wash, so holding them by the waistband he
gave them a quick shake to get out the wrinkles out then he looked them
over.

The women's undies were high cut at the sides with a wide band of
flowery black lace running from the hips to the crotch down the front of
the leg openings. Cammy ran the damp nylon between his fingertips and he
marveled at how silky smooth and frictionless they felt even when wet.
As a boy, he could only imagine how wonderful the underpants would feel
when worn against the skin and he blushed hotly as he thought about it.

Cammy continued to fondle the damp panties in his hands as he looked
around the laundry room to see where he was supposed to hang this stuff
up. He spotted a clothes rack standing in the corner and immediately his
stomach exploded in butterflies as he spotted several pieces of colorful
frilly lingerie already hanging there to dry.

The teen put the black panties back down on the pile and went over to
the rack. Hanging from it were a black and a pink bra as well as 3 pairs
of lacy panties. The two full fashion bras had funny pointy cups with
heavy circular stitching running around the outside and were very lacy.
Both were femininely accented with little satin bows and Cammy thought
they were quite pretty, but he was more interested in the panties
hanging on the rack below them.

All three pairs of women's underpants were brief style and one pair was
pink to match the hanging bra, while the other two were baby blue and
yellow. Each pair had pretty lace inserts above the hips with a feminine
frill of chiffon rimming the leg openings and a delicate satin bow
perched in the middle of the waistband.

"OOOOH...these are so pretty..." The teen said breathlessly as he
tentatively reached out and picked up the baby blue panties from the
rack. They were a little stiff from drying, but as he shook them out
they puffed out fully. He couldn't explain why, but as he looked at his
Auntie's frilly panties he became inexplicably aroused. Cammy had a
powerful urge to...feel them against his...thing and on impulse his hand
went to the zipper of his jeans.

He hesitated for a moment as he thought about his Aunt and what he was
about to do. These were his Auntie's intimate things, something a boy
his age should never have touched, let alone seen, and she had entrusted
him to look after them. In the back of his mind he assured himself she
was gone for the day, so there was little chance of her ever finding
out. Cammy debated with himself for a few minutes more while running the
silky soft nylon of the baby blue panties between his fingers, then
suddenly coming to a decision, he quickly undid his pants and pulled
them and his underwear down around his knees.

His semi-erect penis sprang free, already growing from the illicit
excitement of fondling his beautiful Aunt's lacy panties for the first
time. With shaking hands the teen directed his cock up through one of
the frilled leg openings of the baby blue undies and then closed the
silky nylon around his shaft with his hand.

"OH..." he said surprised by the erotic thrill that coursed through him
as the baby blue nylon rubbed against the sensitive head of his swollen
penis. Tentatively, Cammy slowly started to pump his penis using his
Aunt's delicate panties. "OHHHH! OHHHH YES!" The teen moaned out and
from this point forward his life would never be the same.

Cammy closed his eyes and imagined his sexy Aunt formed in his mind. She
was lying on her bed, wearing one of those retro-style garter belts he
had just seen in the pile on the table and as the image took shape in
his mind, he imagined she was wearing the same frilly baby-blue undies
he was using to jerk off in right now! On her shapely legs his Aunt wore
a pair of those seamed black nylon stockings and he could see her heavy
38-DD breasts heaving up and down in excitement. Her stocking clad legs
were spread wide as one hand moved against the crotch of the baby blue
panties pushing the silky material deep into her hot moist cleft. The
other hand cupped her full round breast as she pinched her swollen
nipples and she cried out his name!

A flood of erotic images passed through his furtive mind and suddenly
Cammy exploded into his Auntie's delicate panties before he could even
think to control himself!

The teen was so over-whelmed by his panty-induced orgasm and the
sensation of the silky nylon wrapped around his cock that he pumped gob
after gob of thick ropy cum into his Aunt's baby blue panties until he
was spent. Cammy masturbated almost every day using old porno magazines
and Victoria Secret catalogs he had hidden, but he never experienced
anything this intense before! As he finished fisting himself into his
Auntie's panties he came to the sudden realization that her once
pristine undies had become a mushy cum stained mess.

"OH SHIT!" The panicked teen blurted out, overcome by a wave of shame
and guilt at what he had done as he quickly pulled up his pants. Cammy
didn't know it, but it's a clinically proven fact that cross-dressers
always feel over whelming guilt after they ejaculate using women's
lingerie and he was no exception. The teen's face burned hotly in shame
as he looked down at the cum filled panties and panic stricken he tried
to think of what to do.

Little did naive teen realize that he had inadvertently taken his first
steps into the fetish worlds of cross-dressing and feminization, and for
him there was no turning back. Instead of trying to resist his perverse
urges like he should of, Cammy would eventually tumble head first into
his own feminization and eventual domination.

Once he came back to himself, the teen attempted to meticulously clean
his Auntie's pretty panties to cover his activities that first fateful
day. Carefully he hand washed the baby blue undies, trying to purge them
of any of his residue, then he hang them out to dry as before with the
rest of his Aunt's intimates, hoping upon hope that she wouldn't notice
what he had done.

When she arrived back at the house that night Jacqueline saw the laundry
basket on her bed with neatly folded piles of her bras and panties
resting on top. "Oh my God! I completely forgot!" She exclaimed, as she
suddenly realized that the laundry she had asked her nephew to fold and
hang was a large load of her lingerie!

"I probably embarrassed the hell out of the poor kid." She said to
herself, as she thought about her confused nephew having to fondle her
intimates as he tried his best to help her out. Jacqueline decided to
head down to the basement and check on how he made out with the rest of
her laundry and what she found instantly made her suspicious of her
nephew.

When she got down there she checked out the laundry rack and noted with
a degree of curiosity how carefully her nephew had laid out her
delicates across the wooden rungs. The boy meticulously arranged her
lingerie by sets and style and evenly draped each piece apart to dry; a
far better job than she would have done herself. It was then that she
spotted her pair of baby blue panties hanging limply in the center and
out of curiosity she reached out and pulled them from the rack.

"That's odd, they're damp?" She said to herself as she ran the silky
nylon between her fingers. She'd hung these out to dry two days before,
so why were they still damp? Jacqueline was nobodies fool and a very
worldly woman. She had been working in the lingerie industry for a long
time and she'd met all kinds of perverts and cross-dressing men,
including her now absent husband!

"I should have guessed," she said to herself and a knowing grin spread
across her face. "I'd better keep an eye on young Cammy from now on."
And she hung her panties back on the rack to dry and retuned upstairs.

From that day forward Cammy took every opportunity he could to use
women's panties. He shamelessly plundered his mothers, Aunts and
cousin's intimate apparel, 'borrowing' a pair of their feminine undies
whenever he dared. Occasionally he even dared to put on their silky
panties, but only when he felt completely secure and there was no chance
of his being caught. However, it wasn't long before he started to get
sloppy and THAT was what got him caught!

Cammy had decided he liked his cousin Giselle's lingerie best after
experimenting with each woman's intimates for about a month. Out of all
three women, her stuff was the easiest to get, because she was always
out of town, so no one would notice when the occasional piece went
missing for a day or two. Boldly, he repeatedly snuck into her room to
take pairs of her silky panties, but to date he still hadn't tried fully
cross-dressing in her frilly feminine lingerie, especially not while in
his Aunties house.

Cammy longed to fully cross-dress as girl so he started to make plans
for a secret 'play day' in his cousin Giselle's bedroom. He would wait
for a time when he was certain he would be alone for several hours in
his Aunt's house. His Auntie traveled frequently so Cammy bided his time
until his chance finally arrived. One day his Aunt mentioned she was
going on a business trip for the day and asked if he would be a 'dear'
and swing by to check on the house. This was his chance and on that
fateful day he used his spare key to let himself into her house and
quickly made his way up to his cousin's room.

Now Cammy stood in front of his cousin's dresser with his boyish clothes
scattered on the floor and he was holding a pair of her delicate pink
panties open in front of him ready to put on. He had cum using this pair
a couple of times and they were one of his favorites, so silky soft to
the touch and very feminine and frilly. Like the cross-dresser he had
become, Cammy was already fully erect in lustful anticipation of wearing
women's lingerie. He rubbed his penis a couple of times with the panties
enjoying the sensual feel of the silky nylon against his sensitive tip
then and he carefully stepped into his cousin's panties and pulled them
up around his waist covering his rampant member. Immediately his hand
moved to the front of the pink undies as he started to massage his hard-
on through the delicate nylon of his cousin's panties.

For his first 'play-day' in women's lingerie Cammy planned to not only
wear his cousin's frilly panties, but also to put together a complete
ensemble including a bra, and slip from her best feminine pink lingerie.
Once he was properly dressed the teen planned to explore his absent
cousin's closet and maybe even try on a dress or two and complete his
first female transformation he was going to his hand a wearing make-up.
It was going to be great!

The young cross-dresser eagerly searched the contents of his cousin's
dresser and pulling out items that he wanted to wear including a
matching pink training bra and a pink half-slip and cami to go along
with it. Cammy had never tried putting on a bra before and it showed. He
struggled with his arms awkwardly behind his back as he tried to snag
the delicate hook and eye closures together and it was when he was
distracted doing this that he got caught!

Jacqueline knew full well that Cammy was up to something today because
he had been very interested when she had baited him with the information
that she would be out of town for the day. He was full of questions
about times and where exactly she was going so she guessed the teen was
probably going to sneak into her house to try something and this time
she was ready for him!

Ever since that first day when she had found her baby blue panties
rewashed on the wrack she started closely monitoring the condition of
her lingerie. As she anticipated her panties started to show visible
signs of being cum stained and stretched out in the front from the teen
wearing them, but eventually that stopped. She hoped that her wayward
nephew had finally lost interest in women's lingerie, but she was wrong.

One day on a hunch she decided she had better check her things her
daughter had left behind in her room and that was when she discovered
what Cammy had been up to. Close inspection of Giselle's lingerie
revealed the tell-tale signs of being worn as her panties were also
stretched and stained just like hers had been, so she knew her nephew
had been 'borrowing' from his cousin on a regular basis as well!

She had a real soft spot in her heart for Cammy, he had always been such
a sweet and sensitive boy and a big help around the house, but now he
was obviously confused and a strong hand was needed to guide him. It
really ticked her off that he dared to take such liberties with their
lingerie without the slightest consideration as to how it might make
affect them!

From past experience she new that her by now her wayward nephew had
developed a major panty fetish and probably harbored a deep seeded
desire to be feminized. Jacqueline had been in the lingerie business a
long time and had encountered many closet cross-dressers and outright
transvestites, so she wasn't shocked by the thought of Cammy wearing
women's lingerie, just disappointed.

Truth be told, Jacqueline saw an excellent opportunity in this. Unknown
to all but a few close acquaintances, she had a duel life and had her
own deep dark secrets. In the past she had purposely sought out men with
a fetish for women's lingerie and she used this to manipulate and
control them until they practically became her slaves.

In her business they were easy to spot and simple to manipulate and
proved highly susceptible to female domination. Jacqueline took great
pleasure in enforcing strict discipline over those feminized males
developing her own special regiment of 'sissy training'. Cammy was a
unique opportunity; he was young and impressionable and ripe for total
feminization! Jacqueline decided it was time to take jurisdiction of
this situation and introduce her panty-wearing nephew to the proper ways
of femdom!

Within an hour of leaving on her fake trip, Jacqueline had doubled back
and parked the car down the street so as not to alert her nephew that
she was returning. Using as much stealth as possible she had snuck back
into the house and the upstairs to her daughter's room where she found
the sissy-boy engaged in cross-dressing in her daughter's lingerie. The
door had popped open and was slightly ajar and she could see her sissy
nephew in the reflection of the vanity mirror wearing a pair of pink
panties from her daughter's lingerie drawer. Cammy was just trying to do
up the matching pink bra when she pounced.

Jacqueline pushed open the door and strolled into the room hands planted
firmly on her wide hips. "JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING
LITTLE MAN! She bellowed. Cammy froze in place terrified as her voice
echoed in the room.

With lightning speed she was across the room and grabbing her sissy-
nephew by the arm she pulled him roughly over toward the bed. Jacqueline
sat down on the edge and hiking up her dress she pulled the panty
wearing teen across her lap and started spanking him.

WHACK! "You dirty little sissy-boy!"

WHACK! "How dare you sneak into my house and wear our lingerie!"

WHACK! WHACK! "I'll teach you a lesson you'll NEVER forget panty-boy!"

Jacqueline smacked her nephew's pantied rear hard using the flat of her
hand, but as she administered her spanking she could feel the teen's
erection rubbing against the tops of her nylon sheathed legs. Like other
cross-dressers she'd encountered before, her sissy nephew was getting
intense sexual pleasure from wearing her daughter's pink panties and he
was painfully erect inside of them.

She soon realized that rather than punishing him, her spanking seemed to
be exciting the teen even more and she knew he probably wouldn't hold
back much longer. Jacqueline knew that her panty-boy nephew was on the
verge of filling her daughter's frilly pink undies with a load of hot
sticky cum, and when he did, he would be in for some STRICT panty
discipline!

Cammy's bum stung hotly from the spanking and the flimsy pink nylon
covering his rear was no protection from his Auntie's furious open-
handed blows. With each slap he bounced helplessly in her lap forcing
him to rub his panty-covered penis against the smooth, frictionless
nylon of her stockings. These strange sensations confused and excited
him like never before and even as his bum ached from the blows he found
he couldn't help but get harder inside the pink panties, bringing him to
the verge of cumming!

Instinctively Cammy pushed down hard with each subsequent slap, as he
rudely rubbed his throbbing erection against the soft flesh and nylon of
his Auntie's thighs. Jacqueline felt the teen humping her lap and
immediately saw an opportunity to give her sissy nephew his first lesson
in sissy humiliation.

"So! My little man wants to be a panty wearing sissy-boy!" WHACK!

"You want to dress up in women's lingerie and prance around my house
like a prissy little girl, do you?" WHACK!

"WELL DO YOU?" WHACK!

"NOOOOO AUNTIE," the teen cried out. "I don't want to be a GIRL...I'm
sorry! I was only curious...I'll never do it again...I PROMISE!"

But Jacqueline could feel her nephew's budging penis against her thighs
and it proved he was a liar. She stopped her spanking and she slid hands
went up between the boy's slightly parted thighs seeking out the soft
double-nylon crotch of the pink panties. Jacqueline knew just where to
rub and as she manipulated the sensitive root at the base of his penis
she could feel it throb at her touch as Cammy moved against her thighs
trying to relieve himself.

"Well come on panty-boy..." She said softly as she admired the teen's
firm well rounded rear framed by the soft nylon of her daughter's pink
panties and she gave it a little squeeze before moving her hand back to
stoke his crotch again. "Auntie's little panty-boy looks so cute wearing
his first pair of precious little girl undies. Come on sweetie, cum in
your panties for Auntie!" And she drew back her hand again and...WHACK!

"That's it Cammy!" WHACK!

"That's Auntie's sweet little sissy-boy!" WHACK!

"Feel those soft little panties against your hard little cock?" WHACK!

"Don't those frilly panties feel wonderful little girl?" WHACK!

"Cum for Auntie," She encouraged him. "Show Auntie what a good little
panty-boy you are and come in those pink panties for me! COME ON!"
WHACK!

The wild lap ride she was giving her nephew had pushed Jacqueline's
skirt up around her hips exposing the damp crotch of her own black nylon
panties as well as her frilled garters and the tops of her black seamed
stockings. Cammy grunted in pleasure with each stinging blow, not crying
out, but grinding his penis down against the tops of his Aunt's thighs,
so she knew it would be any moment now.

He was ashamed of what he was doing but aroused by his Auntie's
persistent encouragement and he lost all self control and started
humping her thighs spasmodically as he exploded into the front of is
cousin's delicate pink panties. Jacqueline could feel Cammy cumming in
the panties, both by way his cock was spasmodically twitching and by the
sudden wetness spreading across the tops of her legs and she smiled in
triumph.

"Good girl Tammy! That's Auntie's good little Panty Slave!" She cooed.
"Come on now get it all out! Pump all that nasty hot goo into those pink
panties for me!" She encouraged, as the naive teen spent the last of his
seed into her lap.

Jacqueline got a great deal of pleasure from this first little lesion in
dominance and humiliation she had just taught her nephew. She had
spanked the impressionable teen until he had openly ejaculated in
women's panties, forever cementing the association of sex, punishment
and humiliation in the teen's mind. This was only the beginning for
Cammy. In the coming months she would find more subtle and perverse ways
to sexually abuse the teen praying his growing desire for feminization
and humiliation, while he in turn satisfying her own need for dominance
and submission.

Jacqueline stopped the spanking having got what she wanted out her
panty-boy nephew. "YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE PERV!" She shouted suddenly,
and pushed Cammy off of her lap and onto the floor.

Cammy started to sob uncontrollably as a wave of shame washed over him
and he realized what he had just done. He looked down at the front of
his cum soaked panties and then at the smear of wetness across his
Auntie's shapely legs and he knew he was in big trouble!

"Oh my GOD, Auntie...please forgive me! I'm so sorry...I never meant to
do that, HONEST. Please don't tell anyone...I'll never do it again... I
promise!" He begged, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

Jacqueline looked down at the horrified teen and gave him a look of
disgust, "Look at this mess you perverted little sissy! I never would
have believed in my entire life, that my own nephew would become a sissy
panty-waist, but look at you!"

Cammy covered his face in shame and sobbed uncontrollably, feeling the
sting of his Aunties words. How could he have done something as awful as
this? Not only had he betrayed his Aunt's trust by sneaking into her
house to wear their lingerie, he had humiliated himself in front of her
by cumming all over the inside of his cousin's panties!

"Just look at this mess on my legs!" She said pointing down at the
smears of cum across the tops of her stockings. "Get over here and clean
this up!" She ordered pointing at the carpet in front of her.

Cammy was shaking like a leaf and a little confused by his Aunts order.
"I said crawl on your knees Panty Slave and lick this up!" Hesitantly
the teen obeyed climbing slowly on his knees before his angry Aunt and
as he did she spread her legs wide inviting the frightened teen to crawl
in between.

Cammy had never been in this kind of intimate position with a woman
before and definitely not with a beautiful older woman like his Aunt!
The teen stared at the exposed crotch of her panties seeing that the
damp strip of silky black nylon barely covered his Auntie's hot slit and
he swallowed nervously.

"Eyes up here Panty Slave," his Aunt corrected him, lifting up his chin
with her finger. "I'm sure you've seen these black panties plenty of
times before. Hell, you probably wore them a couple of times considering
how often you raided my panty drawer! You're concerned with this mess up
here." She said, pointing to the tops of her thighs.

Cammy looked down at her black seamed stockings and the tabs of the long
frilled garters that were secured to the tops. The stocking were just
like the pair he had seen that day when she had unwittingly asked him to
hang up her lingerie. Still unsure what to do he reached out with his
hand and started rubbing away at the cum stains on top, but his Aunt
slapped his hands away.

"Use your mouth sissy-boy." She ordered and taking him by the back of
the head, she pulled his face down until his lips made contact with the
cum smeared nylon. Cammy hesitantly started to suck on the wet spot and
tasted his own semen on the tip of his tongue.

"That's it Panty Slave," his Aunt said in a low husky voice. "Once
you're done licking that up we're going to discuss how you're going to
make amends for everything that you've done. You've been a naughty
little panty-boy and your mother and I have come up with a fitting
punishment for you."

When she mentioned his mother Cammy panicked and tried to raise his
head, but his Aunt kept a firm grip on the back of his head, and
forcefully pushed his lips back down to her thigh.

"Keep licking Panty Slave, you're not done yet." She ordered.

As Jacqueline forced her subservient nephew lick her nylons, her free
hand went to the damp crotch of her black panties and she started to
play with her swollen clit through the gossamer strip of black covering
her slit. It had been a while since she'd experienced the thrill of
having a submissive male under her control, and never one this young.

She wouldn't have thought it possible, but just a short time ago her
feminized husband had broken his bonds and escaped her, actually fleeing
the country to get away. Up to then Jacqueline had little contact with
the rest of her family, so no one knew their secret, except for Cammy's
mother and she only found out recently. Everyone else had bought her sad
story of a runaway husband and a failed marriage and none of them ever
suspected what had really been going on.

Now her sister had given her a little gift and Jacqueline's panty-
wearing nephew had unwittingly fallen under her control. She found the
prospect of forcibly feminizing and dominating the newly 'outed' sissy-
boy thoroughly arousing and she smiled as she watched the frightened
teen scramble to try and appease her. She was getting really wet as she
watched Cammy lick and suck his own cum off her thighs, but she could
think of a better use for that mouth.

"That's enough Panty Slave," she ordered. "Come here!"

Cammy had been watching his Aunt's fingers probe the crotch of her
panties, pushing the damp black nylon deep up into her moist slit. He
couldn't believe his eyes as he watched her slip her middle finger up
under the edge of the translucent nylon to play with swollen clit
beneath, right in front of his eyes! The rude display had the
inexperienced teen rock hard again inside his cousin's cum soaked pink
panties, but a voice in the back of his head was screaming 'DANGER'.

The musk of his Aunties pussy intrigued him, as he'd never been this
close to an aroused woman before. As he raised his head from her leg
something kept nagging at him and he couldn't help nervously asking,
"Auntie...why are you calling me Panty Slave?"

She gave him a little cuff on the back of the head and his eyes went
wide as he watched her middle finger slide deep into her hidden hole. "A
boy caught wearing women's panties shouldn't ask so many questions," She
said pulling his head down toward her crotch and mashing his lips
against the damp black nylon strip.

"Panty Slaves should LICK and not be heard." She ordered and she slid
forward into a more comfortable position and spread her legs wider in
invitation. "Now, I want you to get busy and suck the on the crotch of
my panties until I tell you to stop. We'll discuss your new status in my
household in a minute."

Cammy had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach but he did as he was
told. The last thing he wanted to do was aggravate his Aunt further
after what she had caught him doing. The sissy-boy was foolishly
clinging to the hope that if he did what ever she wanted his Aunt might
let him go with a stern warning and a promise never to do this again. He
didn't know there was little chance of that.

Cammy could feel the heat of his Aunt's crotch against his lips as he
started licking and sucking at the damp strip of black nylon. He
instantly tasted his Aunt's tart juices on his tongue and he attacked
the damp nylon with gusto.

"Oh yes, that's it panty-boy..." She said, holding his head tighter
while grinding the crotch of her black undies into his face. "I can
already tell you're going to make an excellent Panty Slave, nephew!"

The lace fringe rimming the leg openings of his Auntie's panties was
tickling his face and the crotch of her undies were now soaked with his
saliva but Cammy gamely kept sucking away as ordered. The black strip of
nylon was working its way up into her slick pussy, so much so, that the
outer lips of her labia could now be seen. Cammy was concentrating his
efforts on the large rubbery nub of her clit, which he had located
beneath the strip of black nylon. As he sucked and nibbled at it his
Auntie moaned in pleasure and pressed his face harder to her crotch.

After a few more minutes of this lip service she suddenly closed her
thighs around his head squeezing him tightly and she started to moan.
"UUUUMMMMMM YES! GOD THAT'S GOOD! COME ON PANTY SLAVE! SUCK IT! SUCK IT
GOOD!"

Cammy tried harder but his jaw was starting to ache and his Aunt was
squeezing his head pretty hard.

Suddenly she opened and closed her fleshy thighs spasmodically, slapping
his head in between them and she moaned out, squeezing his head tightly.
"OH! OH! OH YES! THAT'S IT SISSY BOY! I'M CUMING!"

The musk coming from her crotch was very strong as he continued to lick
and suck the black nylon, but now he started to work his fat stubby
tongue around and lick up under the crotch of her panties, tasting the
wet flesh underneath. But Jacqueline was done and suddenly she opened
her thighs and pushed him away onto the floor, standing up briskly.

Jacqueline wore a look of superiority on her lovely face as she ran her
fingers around the leg openings of her panties pulling the soaking strip
of black nylon out of her slit. She then dropped her skirt and smoothed
out as if nothing had happened and then turned her attention to her new
submissive kneeling on the floor.

"That's quite enough of that for now Panty Slave." She said. "We have a
little work to do before I allow you to dip your tongue in my hole, so
don't overstep your boundaries. Now stand up and let's get a proper look
at you in my daughter's panties."

Cammy got up and stood awkwardly before his Aunt with his head hung
down. He tried to use his hands to cover the big wet cum stain on the
front of Giselle's pink panties but she slapped his hands out of the
way.

"Keep your hands at your sides Panty Slave. Never try to cover yourself
in front of me." She said, as she looked her nephew over.

He was a bit gangly in the arms and legs with a slight build, that was
to be expected at his age, but he did have fairly wide hips and a nice
round, protruding bum. She tilted his chin up with her finger and
examined his profile next. Cammy's features possessed some of the more
feminine traits of the family that were shared among herself, his mother
and his cousin Giselle.

He had high cheekbones and soft rounded features with full pouting lips
and naturally long eyelashes and his skin was clear and blemish free. He
had the makings of a fairly pretty shemale; at least he would as soon as
she was done forcibly feminizing her nephew!

Jacqueline released his chin. "Take those panties off little girl!" She
ordered bluntly.

Cammy blushed brightly as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of
the pink undies and pushed them down until they fell around his ankles.
His semi erect penis bobbed rudely out in front of him and his Aunt
raised an eyebrow in response.

"Well, well looks like our little girl has a bigger sissy clit than I
would have expected!" Jacqueline commented. Her nephew's penis was
probably a good 7-inches in length and fairly thick as well, an
impressive tool on a boy his age. Hell, it was more impressive than most
men she'd met! This opened a whole other realm of possibilities, but
first thing was first; it was time to put Cammy permanently in panties!

She sat back down on the edge of the bed and composing herself she
crossed her legs and placed her hands in her lap in a business like
pose. "Well Panty Slave," she began. "As you might have already guessed,
I have suspected you of violating my trust and shamelessly raiding our
lingerie for some time now."

"I'm soooo sorry Auntie," the teen said trying to put up a defense.
"It's just that they felt so wonderful. Please, please forgive me. I
didn't mean to hurt anyone!" He hesitated for a moment and then looked
her in the eye. "If...if you want I'll go away and never come near you
or Giselle ever again..."

Jacqueline was genuinely touched for a moment and she almost felt sorry
for her nephew. He wasn't the first male she had known that had been
seduced by the sensual attraction of women's lingerie, but then she
looked down at the soiled pink panties rumpled around his ankles and her
anger returned. She put up her hand and cut off any further excuses from
her nephew.

"That's enough Cammy. Your mother and I have discussed the situation
thoroughly and she agrees that since you feel the need wear women's
panties and act like a girl then you should be properly feminized at
once!"

Cammy's jaw fell open in shock as he listened to her words. It was as if
he had been condemned and the final sentence was passed with no chance
of reprieve.

"Since I have a small amount of experience in this area," she continued,
her lips curling in a knowing smirk. "Your mother has decided to turn
you over to me as my ward, so that you can receive the proper feminine
training." Fun times were ahead, she thought.

Cammy couldn't believe his ears! How could his mother do this to him?
Cammy started sobbing again, "Please...please Auntie, I'm begging you,"
the sissy-boy pleaded. "I was only playing around...I don't really want
to be a girl...I'll never TOUCH another pair of panties...HONEST!"

She could see the teen was on the verge of hysterics so she decided to
try a different tact to calm the situation down. She needed Cammy to
take the first few steps toward his feminization willingly before she
got to the real 'meat' of his sissy training.

"Come, come Cammy." She said softening her tone to put him at ease. "You
know this is what you want? Look at you? You're standing in the middle
of your cousin's bedroom with a pair of cum stained panties around your
ankles." Cammy looked down at the soiled girl's undies around his feet,
tears running down his cheeks.

"I caught you eagerly dressing up in your cousin's lingerie, pink
lingerie at that! You can't get more feminine than that? Does that sound
like a boy who was 'just playing around'?" She said reasonably.

He started to cry again as she verbalized his shameful behavior. "I'm
offering you the opportunity to explore a side of yourself that up to
now you've been hiding away from everyone. You won't have to feel shame
or guilt anymore when you wear lingerie in my house," She lied. "That's
because I'm going to dress you that way."

Cammy looked up at her and dried his eyes. "Your mother and I have
discussed this thoroughly and for the rest of the summer you are going
to become my Sissy Panty Slave and niece, Tammy!"

She let that sink in for a moment, watching to gauge boy's reaction. She
thought he would naively agree with out a second thought, because she
was offering him everything that he would never be able to obtain on his
own, but then he surprised her. "What if I don't want to be your stupid
Panty Slave, Tammy?" He said sullenly.

"At least he has a little spunk." She thought to herself. "That'll make
him more fun to break." Without a word she got up and walked over to a
nearby bookshelf. Jacqueline pushed a jumble of Teen Beat magazines
aside to reveal a small hidden video camera in behind. "This has been
recording everything you've done in this room for the last two weeks."

As Cammy looked at the tiny camera and all the color drained from his
face and he knew she had him trapped! "I've already shown a tape of your
perverted panty exploits to your mother," she nonchalantly. "To say the
least she was shocked by what her baby boy had been up to, but I had to
show it to her so that she could make an informed decision about your
future."

Cammy's eyes darted around the room looking for a way out, but there was
nowhere to run! Jacqueline's guessed her nephews thoughts and said, "If
you'd like to try running out on me...be my guest. I'll be more than
happy to post a copy of this tape on your high school website." She
said, smiling at her little game of cat and mouse. "I'm sure all your
friends would just love to share your panty stealing exploits!" She
added with a chuckle.

Tears of frustration streamed down the humiliated teen's face but he
didn't speak; he also he didn't move. His mother knew the awful truth
about him now and had pushed him aside, and his Aunt, a woman he had
loved and trusted was the one to turn him in! Now through manipulation
and blackmail he was firmly under her heel and she would use this power
to force her nephew into panties as her sissy Panty Slave for the
summer.

"Good then! I'll take your silence as a YES." She said, clapping her
hands together in emphasis. "Now let's get started. Follow me Panty
Slave."

Chapter 2

Sissy Tammy was still snuffling back tears as he reluctantly followed
his Aunt Jacqueline across the hall and into the bathroom. First, she
ordered him into the shower and had him scrub himself down vigorously,
while she went to change herself and get things ready.

The sissy-boy's eyes stung from all the crying he had been doing and the
water helped soothe this, but every time he thought about what had just
transpired they filled with tears again. He felt completely helpless
with no one to turn to as he was drawn ever deeper into his Aunt's
feminization trap.

When Jacqueline returned a few minutes later, she was carrying a short
sheer pink dressing gown over her arm as she waited patiently for Sissy
Tammy to finished toweling himself off. As soon as he was dry she picked
up a large round white container from the shelf and opened it to reveal
a big white powder puff.

"Arms up sissy-boy," she ordered and Jacqueline proceeded to liberally
douse her nephew with perfumed bath powder until his torso, and all his
more intimate parts where powdered white.

While she got him another towel to wrap his head, Tammy walked over to
the near by toilet and stood over it getting ready to make water. "And
just what do you think you're doing young lady?" She called out sharply
from behind him and the sissy-boy turned to look at his Aunt.

"I just need to take a pee Auntie, that's all." The boy said innocently.

"Not like that you're not," She said, planting her hands on her hips and
staring him down. "You're a sissy submissive now Tammy, and sissies,
like little girls, sit down to pee! Turn around and sit down Panty
Slave!" She ordered.

Tammy blushed hotly and did as instructed, turning around and plopping
himself down on the seat sullenly to pee for the first time like a girl.
When he was done he started to shake his penis and tap it against the
side of the bowl like he normally did but his Aunt corrected him again.
"Not like that you silly little girl. Young ladies dab the tip of their
sissy clit with as bit of toilet paper to absorb the moisture. They
DON'T smack it against the side of the toilet!"

Jacqueline watched in amusement as her Panty Slave protégé did as
directed, and taking a bit of TP he delicately dabbed the tip of is
penis. Making the teen pee sitting down was just one training tool she
would employ to gradually chip away Tammy's male persona until she re-
made him into the perfect sissy submissive.

Once he was done, Tammy blushed in embarrassment as his beautiful Aunt
once again took out the big white powder puff and patted his penis until
she was satisfied it was sufficiently dusted, then she held the sheer
pink cover up out before him to put on. It shamed him to have to wear
such decidedly feminine clothing, but Tammy didn't resist and slipped
his arms into the sheer puffy sleeves of the pink cover up. Once on
Jacqueline tied the feminine garment closed at his throat using two
lengths of pink satin ribbon forming them into large pink bow.

The short pink cover-up did little to cover his nudity, that wasn't the
idea. Jacqueline wanted to immerse he nephew in his new feminine persona
and that meant everything he wore would be as girly as possible. While
the teen waited she wrapped another fluffy pink towel around his head
like a turban and put everything away. "Do I have to wear this stupid
towel on my head like this Auntie Jacqueline?" The teen whined.

"It's not stupid, it's ladylike! You're my niece now, so from now on
you're going to do everything with a feminine twist. That means you'll
pee like a girl, dress like a girl and wear a towel on your head like a
girl! Now back to your room." She ordered.

Sissy Tammy followed her back across the hall, where she lead him over
to his cousin's vanity in the corner and sat him down. Quickly his Aunt
dried his longish blond hair and curled it a bit no particular style,
just enough to make it tidier and a bit more feminine. Then she used a
couple of light blue berets to hold back his bangs on either side.

Satisfied with his hair for the moment, Jacqueline left him sitting on
the stool while she went to the dresser he had been raiding just a short
time before and retrieved a small pile of lacy blue items she had laid
out on the top. Jacqueline went to the bed and put the pile down and
then motioned for sissy-nephew to join her.

"Take that dressing gown off now little girl. It's time to get you ready
for your first trip to the beauty parlor." She said cheerily.

"Beauty parlor?" He asked, and edge of panic creeping into his voice. "I
can't go to a beauty parlor, especially not dressed in those!" He said
pointing at the pile of frilly items on the bed that he now recognized
for what it was...girl's lingerie!

"Nonsense, sissy-boy! You need a complete make over to start you off
properly on the road to Femdom. I'd take great pleasure in doing it
myself, but this girl's motto should always be: 'Why do it yourself when
you can pay someone to do it for you.'" She said in a singsong way.
"Now, dressing gown OFF!"

Sissy Tammy jumped at the 'whip-crack' of her voice and knowing it was
useless to argue he quickly undid the bow at his throat and shrugged the
diaphanous pink cover-up off his shoulders letting it fall to the floor.
While he was doing this Jacqueline picked up the first piece of her new
Panty Slaves lingerie set and held it up; it was a beautiful girl's baby
blue garterbelt.

Jacqueline could see the anxiety etched on the sissy-boy's face as he
looked at the feminine undergarment and she couldn't help teasing him.
"P'witty baby blue lingerie for Auntie's p'witty little sissy-boy." She
teased in mock baby talk and Tammy blushed in embarrassment.

The lacy under-thing was about 6-inches wide in the front with flowery
lace panels and 4 long frilly garters hanging from it. Each garter was
tipped with a large baby blue satin bow and a length of ribbon that was
used to hide the metal garter stays and as she wrapped it around his
waist, they clicked together merrily.

"Sissy is going to feel so p'witty and girly once Auntie's dressed you.
You're going to adore being my little Sissy Panty Slave! Just you wait!"
She continued to tease as she did up the hook and eye closures at the
back.

Sissy Tammy wore a decidedly sour look on his face as he looked down at
the frilly blue garters dangling around his thighs. Jacqueline smiled
brightly at this as she picked up the first of two white lace top nylons
from the pile and started rolling it slowly with her hands. "Pay
attention Tammy while I show you the proper way to put on your
stockings. A true 'femme fatale' always wears nylons and NEVER, EVER
wears pantyhose!" She instructed.

She got the sissy-boy to sit on the edge of the bed and then gave
pointers on how to properly point the toe into the nylon and then work
it up his leg to get maximum length and maintain tension so a girl's
nylons didn't sag. Next she attached the back garter tab for him as it's
the most difficult to manage and then had him do the front on his own.

Tammy struggled with the little rubber nub of the stay, awkwardly trying
to push it into the metal channel to hold the nylon, but after his Aunt
made him practice it several times in a row he got the hang of it. Once
the tension of the frilly white garters was adjusted she had him do the
second nylon by himself and he carefully rolled the nylon up his leg and
deftly did up the stays.

"Very good Tammy! I see you're a quick study when it comes to 'feminine'
things." She said giving him a left-handed complement and Tammy blushed
awkwardly. Jacqueline was going to take every opportunity to praise her
new Panty Slaves efforts to conform, so that he would quickly adjust to
his new feminine role. She knew positive re-enforcement would smooth his
transition and make him easier to manipulate as they progress through
his training.

"I'm sorry we didn't have time to shave you legs Tammy, so that you
could fully appreciate the silky feel of women's nylons against smooth,
hairless skin, but they'll take care of that for you later at the Spa.
Now where's that bra..."

Jacqueline picked up the matching baby blue training bra from the bed
and held it open before Sissy Tammy to slip on. The A-cups of the girls
training bra were covered with the same pretty flowery lace as the
garter belt and had soft quilted padding on the inside to protect a
girl's sensitive budding breasts from irritation.

Tammy slipped his arms through the satin shoulder straps and turned
around so his Aunt could hook it together for him. He looked down at the
deflated cups of the lacy baby blue bra circling his flat chest and
noticed a delicate little satin bow nestled in the valley in between.
The empty cups of the bra didn't look right on him this way, but they
didn't stay empty for long.

His Aunt had anticipated this problem when she decided to put her
feminization plan into action and she quickly produced a pair of A-cup
silicone inserts to fill out his sissy training bra. The inserts were
teardrop shaped and flesh colored with natural looking nipples at the
tips surrounded by dark brown areola. "Let's get these on you," she said
and slipped the ersatz breasts into the empty lace cups. Once she had
them in place she moved them around and adjusted the fit until you
couldn't tell Tammy didn't have real budding boobies.

Jacqueline smiled as she watched the sissy-boy cup his new boobies and
pinch the fake nipples through the lacy cups of the training bra. The
fake ones would do for the moment; they were only for his training. She
secretly intended to start her new Panty Slave on a regiment of hormone
therapy without his knowing so that before long he would start to sprout
real A-cup boobies of his own to play with.

Finally she picked up the baby blue panties that went with the set and
held them out by the waistband for him to take. He looked at the offered
undies in alarm as they were very femme and frilly, but he was also
curious, as he didn't recognize them at all. He had fondled or worn just
about every pair of women's panties in the house, especially those in
his cousin Giselle's lingerie drawer, but he'd never seen these girly
undies before?

These were ultra-feminine sissy panties that Jacqueline had custom made
for the boy by one of her top seamstresses. The undies were fashioned
after a classic style of toddler rumba panties and made to be extra
frilly and feminine for the teen's indoctrination into femdom.

Lace and baby blue satin ribbon dripped from the rumba panties, with
wide ruffles of flowery baby blue lace rimming each of the leg openings
and around the high waist. Her designer had accented the panties further
by placing delicate little satin bows over each of the hips and in the
center of the frilly waistband, but that wasn't all. On the front of the
panties over the right hip were embroidered the words 'Aunties Panty
Slave' in big bold lettering and as the novice sissy-boy read the words
he blushed hotly.

Jacqueline smiled at his discomfort and turned the undies slowly around
so her Panty Slave could get a full appreciation of the kind of sissy
lingerie he was going to be made to wear during his training. As she
did, Tammy could see that the back of the ultra-feminine panties had row
upon row of flowery lace running across the full rear making it a mass
of frills and perched in the center was another big baby blue satin bow
with a delicate white rosette in the middle.

"Aren't these pretty Tammy?" She asked.

"Err...yes Auntie," the boy stammered out trying to formulate an answer.
"They're different from Giselle's...and yours...lacier...and girlier..."

"Of course they are you silly little girl. Giselle and I are women, so
we wear appropriate lingerie for our gender." She explained, as if
talking to a small child. "You are a sissy submissive Tammy, a lowly
Panty Slave in training, so as you now rank below the status of a pre-
teen girl and must wear the appropriate sissy lingerie to reflect this."

Cammy was bewildered at this statement and a sick feeling settled in the
pit of his stomach as the consequences of what she was proposing sunk
in. "As my new Sissy Panty Slave you'll be dressed in the frilliest
training lingerie and little girl clothing my designers can make, and do
you know why I'm doing this for you Panty Slave?" She asked.

"No Auntie," The teen mumbled quietly, dreading the answer.

"Because I'm going to degrade and humiliate you in front of the whole
town! I'm going to show every man, woman and child what a prissy, sissy,
panty wearing little girl my nephew has become." She said, as a
deliciously wicked smile spread across her face. "Your humiliation in
panties will serve as a constant reminder to you of how you violated my
trust, by breaking into my home and soiling our lingerie with your
filthy cross-dressing cum!"

Jacqueline smiled triumphantly as Tammy stood there in stunned silence.
At first he had been willing to go along with his Aunt's bizarre
punishment because the idea of feminization secretly thrilled him, but
he didn't realize she intended to parade him around in public this way!
He thought he knew her, but now he realized his beautiful Aunt was
getting a great deal of perverse pleasure out of forcing him into
panties and it shocked him. Tammy looked for an avenue of escape again
but he couldn't think of a way out!

"I can see the wheels turning in your head little man, but before you
make the wrong decision and try running away I'd take a close look at
yourself. You're a teenage boy that's partially clad in woman's
lingerie, so you can't very well run out into the street can you? And
even if you did where would you go? Your mother readily agreed to your
punishment, especially after I showed her that tape. She's as sickened
by your behavior as I am, so she won't help you! And remember what I
said about posting that video on the web..."

Tammy shook with fear and frustration as he listed to his Aunt and fresh
tears welled in his eyes knowing he was trapped! "And let's not forget
the little matter of Breaking and Entering into my house!" She
continued, driving final point home. "The moment you step out the door
I'll be on the phone to the police! You can't seriously think that
they'll believe a word you say once I show them the tape of you
escapades? You'll be off to jail for a couple of years at least and NO
ONE will give a dame!"

She had him dead to rights; there was nowhere to run and no one to turn
to; all he could do was reluctantly submit to his domineering Aunt's
will and be pulled deeper into her forced feminization trap. Tammy's
shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Now that's decided, put these panties on little girl and lets finish
getting you ready." Jacqueline ordered holding the frilly baby blue
rumba panties out to him.

He was mortified at the thought of having to do this, but taking the
offered sissy panties he spread the lacy waistband wide with his fingers
and carefully stepped into the frilled leg openings. Tammy slid the
ultra-feminine rumba panties up his legs, both loving and hating the
electric thrill that the buttery soft nylon created in him as he pulled
them up over his stocking clad legs. In spite of his shame and
trepidation his penis twitched to life responding to the sensual feel of
the lingerie and he quickly pulled the frilly panties up around his
waist trying to hide his arousal from his Aunt.

However, Jacqueline was knowledgeable in the ways of cross-dressers and
sissy-boy's and she knew his weakness for panties was already making his
penis grow inside the silky confines of his undies. "That's Aunties
sweet little Panty Slave," she cooed and reaching down she gave his
swelling pecker a few pointed caresses through the front of his baby-
blue panties.

"I knew my precious little Panty Slave would just love wearing these
feminine little frillies around town. Remember Tammy; Auntie always
knows best!" She said, pointing a finger in his face for emphasis. "Now
that my new Panty Slave is properly pantied he needs something
deliciously girly to wear for his first outing!" She said with a laugh,
enjoying her own little pun. Jacqueline entered her daughter's closet in
search of something suitable for him to wear leaving the lingerie-clad
teen standing alone dejectedly by the bed.

Tammy looked across the room and could partially see his reflection in
the large oval dressing mirror in the corner and his curiosity was
peeked. He moved forward a bit so he could see his whole reflection and
when he did, he marveled at how pretty and feminine he looked. The
sissy's hands hesitantly started to move over the lacy baby blue
lingerie and as he did he pulled at it here and snapped the elastic
there, tying to get use of the strange fit and feel of his new sissy
lingerie.

He had never dared wear a bra before and was only going to try one on
today for the first time. The lacy undergarment felt strange and
slightly restrictive across his hairless chest but the feeling wasn't
unpleasant, likewise with the baby blue garterbelt. That feminine
undergarment hugged his waist and hips snuggly and he was acutely aware
of the tug of the garters at his thighs each time he took a step. Both
made him feel very pretty and feminine in lingerie, more so than any
other time since he had first started wearing panties and for him the
sensation was addictive.

It's strange how things work out, but if everything had gone according
to his plan he probably would have been doing something like this anyway
after he snuck into his Aunt's house earlier today. Tammy only intended
to try on some of his cousin's dainty items and then happily pump his
penis until he came in a pair of her silky nylon panties. Now he had
been caught and things had definitely taken a turn toward the bizarre as
he found himself degraded to the status of Panty Slave and feminized far
beyond anything he would have dared.

He was still posing in the mirror when Jacqueline returned a few minutes
later carrying a strange looking dress on a hanger and a pair of black
Mary Jane shoes for Tammy to wear on his first trip to the beauty salon.
This adult baby fetish dress was another creation from her stable of
designers and had been made to her exact specifications for Tammy.

Jacqueline had filled half of her daughter's bedroom closet with new
sissy outfits for Tammy to wear once she had sprung her feminization
trap. Unknown to him her new Panty Slave had a full wardrobe filled with
a wide variety of frilly, feminine sissy dresses, as well as special
fetish outfits to make the teen's feminization complete and she had more
on the way!
The girly sissy dress she had chosen for him would have looked darling
on any toddler girl during the 50's or 60's when they were the height of
child fashion, but now it would be viewed as too stereotypical and femme
for any little girl to wear. That's why his Auntie considered it the
perfect outfit for Sissy Tammy to wear.
The dress was made of multiple layers of soft sheer baby blue nylon and
tricot over a white satin lining and couldn't have been more than 30-
inches in length from the top of the lacy Peter Pan collar to the bottom
of the full lace trimmed skirt. It had short, cropped bodice as is the
style with toddler dresses, that was 3 layers of silky sheer nylon and
white satin, with sheer puffy pink cap sleeves at the shoulders and a
voluminous high waisted skirt.

The short baby-blue skirt flared out immediately from the bottom of the
bodice and was made even fuller by a multi-layered lace petticoat sewn
in underneath. All that nylon, lace and satin totaled nearly 400-inches
making up the skirt and as a final touch a wide sash of white satin
encircled the waist to be tied in a bow at the rear.

Jacqueline unzipped the sissy dress and removed it from the hanger, and
reaching under the skirt she parted the multiple layers of crinoline to
make it easier for Tammy to slip on. "Turn around Panty Slave and put
your arms up." She ordered.

The sissy-boy did as he was told and was instantly engulfed by the
capacious lace cloud that made up lace crinoline of his dress.
Jacqueline directed her sissy protégé's arms out through the she puffy
cap sleeves and then pulled the dress down until his head emerged
through the lace collar at the top, then she quickly zipped up the back.

Once on, Tammy moved around a bit trying to get use to the novelty of
wearing his first true sissy dress and the snug, restrictive feel of his
A-cup bra under the bodice. As his Aunt pulled the zipper home at the
top he felt the small 'click' of something in back of his neck. His hand
shot to the back of the lace collar but it was too late, fumbling around
his fingers made contact with small, metal device.

"We don't want our wi'ddle sissy-boy taking off his pretty sissy dress
without permission do we?" His Aunt said mockingly as he spun to look at
her. "As a little precaution I've had special locks sewn into all of
your new sissy dresses Panty Slave. I might have them removed
someday...once you've come to embrace your new sissy submissive role,
but for the time being they'll remain in place for the duration of your
training."

Tammy continued fingering the lock on the dress as his Auntie took the
ends of the white satin sash at Tammy's waist and tied a big white bow,
letting it trail down the small of his back, then she puffed out his
skirt until it was at its fullest. Tammy looked down and around at
himself and he couldn't see his feet because of the stupid flounced
skirt of the dress. Jacqueline could see the perplexed look on the teens
face and she let out a little chuckle of satisfaction as she went to
fetch him some proper girly frilled socks.

Even though Tammy was completely humiliated by this experience, he was
still couldn't help being curious and wanted to sneak a peek to see how
he looked in the baby blue dress. On tiptoe he minced over to the
dressing mirror in the corner to see his reflection and what he saw
amazed him. Wearing this femme little dress and with his hair styled
this way, he almost could pass for a little girl; that is if she were
exceptionally tall for her age and dressed to be slutty!

Nothing could be done to hide his lanky height, but the slutty part came
from fact that the full skirt of his baby blue dress came up short when
it came to covering his lower body. The image that leapt to mind was
that of a CAN-CAN dancer, all frilly lace and garters as his skirt only
came down to around his hips! In the mirror you could clearly see the
frilled crotch of his panties as well as lacy tops of his white nylons
and frilly garters below the hem.

Then a thought struck him and the sissy-boy turned around and bent
slightly forward watching his reflection in the mirror. Sure enough the
back of the voluminous skirt immediately rode up, revealing the big baby
blue bow and frilly rear of his sissy panties! Tammy stared at the big
baby-blue bow nestled conspicuously among the fluffy cloud of ruffles
and panic suddenly gripped the sissy boy. If he went out in public like
this...a strong gust of wind or the slightest wrong move and... Sissy
Tammy blushed hotly at the thought of exposing his frilly panties to the
world and unconsciously smoothed down the back of the dress.

Jacqueline was silently watching the feminized boy pose for himself in
the mirror and smiled knowingly as the sissy-boy discovered just how
precarious wearing this sissy dress would be! She had been confident
that the combination of ultra-femme lingerie and frilly sissy outfits
would quickly seduce Tammy, and protest though he might, he was already
well on his way to becoming a full-fledged sissy submissive.

She recalled how upset her sister had been when she first disclosed what
her nephew had been up and how she wouldn't believe the truth. But
Jacqueline can make a convincing argument and once she had shown her
sister the tape and explained her plan to turn Cammy into Tammy, she
reluctantly agreed it was for the best.

Jacqueline knew from past experience that a boy like Tammy would never
stop wearing women's lingerie; he had a fetish for it now. In her mind
the charitable thing to do was to take jurisdiction over his training
and grant his wish to be feminized!

What made this particularly exciting for her was that he was so young,
more so than any other man she had sissy trained in the past. So far
Jacqueline had easily manipulated the teen using panty sex and nominal
threats to control him and soon he would be completely dominated.

She would mold the impressionable 15-year-old into the perfect sissy
submissive, to be her sex toy and servant; it also didn't hurt that he
was fairly well endowed either. Jacqueline looked forward to Sissy
Tammy's training with relish and the sweet thrill of teaching him that
corporal punishment and humiliation in panties were powerful sexual
tools.

Enough of that she mused. "Quit fooling around Panty Slave and come over
here. We have to hurry because our appointment at the Spa is in an
hour."

Tammy looked up and saw his Auntie watching him as he posed in the
mirror and immediately straightened up looking slightly guilty as he
smoothed out his dress. He secretly thrilled to the site of himself
feminized like this, but couldn't let her know that. Tammy was sporting
a perpetual hard-on under all that nylon and lace and each time he moved
his lacy crinolines would gently brush against the front of his panties
sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. It had only been a few short
hours but already he had been hopelessly seduced into his new sissy
lingerie and was starting to conform to the female persona that went
with it.

Tammy walked over and sat down on the bed in front of his Aunt and she
handed him a pair of short white lace frilled socks to put on his feet.
They were the kind of short frilly socks that you often saw on little
girls and with out hesitation Tammy quickly slipped them over his fee.
Next he tried on the black Mary Jane shoes his Aunt had provided for him
and was surprised to find they fit him perfectly, but of course they
would, as his mother had provided his Aunt Jacqueline with all of his
measurements in advance.

"There now you're ready!" His Aunt announced. "I must say you make a
very fetching little girl Tammy, just wait till they get done with you
at the spa!"

Tammy blushed at his Aunt's left handed complement, but he was starting
to get into the swing of his new little girl persona and secretly
couldn't wait to see what 'the spa' had in store for him. "Lets get
going little girl." She said and led the way out the door and down the
hall.

His Aunt drove them to an older fashionable section of town with tree-
lined streets and big Victorian homes and she pulled through the gates
and into the circular driveway of one of these houses. His Aunt parked
in a line with other expensive vehicles and headed up the steps of the
front porch with Tammy in tow. When they reached the large ornate door
Tammy saw a polished brass plaque to one side with the words 'Nouveau
Vous Spa' etched into it in black lettering.

"What's that mean Auntie," the feminized teen asked innocently.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough Tammy." His Aunt answered cryptically a
grin tugging at the corners of her full red lips.

Jacqueline pushed the doorbell and a few moments later it swung open and
a tall beautiful woman stood in the entranceway. "Bonjour Jacqueline, a
pleasure to see you again." She said.

"Bonjour Clair," His Aunt replied cheerily and the two women embraced
and kissed each other on the cheek.

The woman turned her piercing blue eyes on Tammy and looked down her
nose at him. "I cette votre petite fille?" She asked his Aunt.

"Yes, this is Tammy my...niece. Say hello to Mistress Clair, Tammy." His
Aunt said.

"Hello Mistress Clair." He said and for some unknown reason he felt
compelled to give a little curtsy at the end.

Clair laughed when he did this. "Bonjour Tammy." She replied. Clair
reached out and took his chin in her hand and turned his head checking
his profile from both sides. "Oui...oui she has potential, no? Very nice
lips and skin." She commented.

"Tammy requires a full make over Clair; hair, nails, make up and
piercing, but I think we should start with a full Pharaoh and build from
there." His Aunt suggested.

Clair raised her eyebrows in question at this suggestion, but when she
saw the look in Jacqueline's eyes she knew what it meant. "Oui Maîtresse
Jacqueline, it shall be done."

"Come along Tammy," his Aunt said leading the way into the house. Clair
closed the door behind them with a soft click and the two women escorted
him inside.

Three hours later Tammy emerged from that sanctuary of femininity
completely transformed. The beauticians of the Spa had expertly waxed,
plucked, pierced and painted the teenage boy until every vestige of his
maleness had been stripped away and what remained was a burgeoning young
transsexual.

The sissy-boy's long unruly hair had been dyed platinum blond, permed
and re-styled into a mop of pretty Shirley Temple curls, which suited
his little girl guise perfectly. Another pretty beautician had worked
furiously on the sissy-boys un-kept eyebrows and in the end she had
waxed and plucked his bushy brows down to thin feminine lines.

Tammy now sported two heart-shaped studs in each of his earlobes, which
stung like crazy and had also been given an intense manicure/pedicure.
The pretty manicurist had giggled continuously as she painted the sissy-
boys toenails bright pink and then cemented long feminine fingernails to
each finger also painting them the same pretty shade of pink.

Next came the Spa's cosmetologist who made the teen over, patently
pointing out the various beauty products and their purpose as they were
being applied. Tammy thought she was quite pretty, and seemed somewhat
sympathetic toward him, carefully instructing the sissy-boy how to
properly use his new cosmetics, but before all of this had been the hair
removal and that was the most traumatic part of the whole process.

Tammy cried like a little girl when he first saw the results of the
'full Pharaoh' hair removal process the women of the spa had preformed
on him. The 'permanent' procedure had stripped him of every trace of
hair from the tips of his toes to his pencil thin eyebrows including his
pubic area, under arms and any emerging facial hair. When Tammy had
noticed his missing pubic patch and hairless penis he had started to
cry, but his Aunt showed no sympathy toward him.

"Remember what I told you Tammy. You are a sissy submissive, a Panty
Slave." She said in a matter of fact way. "You rank below a pre-
pubescent little girl on the social scale and little girls have no pubic
hair! Their little mounds are sooth and hairless, so you will be too!
From now on you will ensure that you are completely hairless, and you
will remain that way at MY pleasure! Understood?"

"Yes Auntie Jacqueline." The teen had replied timidly, sniffing back his
tears. Tammy found this latest humiliation completely degrading
especially since it had taken place in public in front of all these
women. He was sure the story of the sissified boy would be spread all
over town by tomorrow but in the back of his mind he had to admit the
sight of his hairless penis and legs was quite erotic and it would prove
to be even more so once he had his nylons and panties back on!

For their part the women of the Spa had found the entire sissification
process hilarious. Tammy's Aunt was more than willing to tell everyone
the story behind why her wayward nephew was being feminized. Some of the
women were incensed by his flagrant violation of his Aunt and cousin's
privacy and the use of their intimate apparel to pleasure himself! As a
result, they had gone at his transformation with gusto as if trying to
extract a degree of revenge for themselves.

After hours of feminine torture he was finally done and as he and his
Aunt got ready to leave, the women of the Spa gathered around the door
to see their new sissy protégé off. Many had not seen Tammy's in his
sissy lingerie and dress when he had arrived, as he was stripped naked
and wearing only a robe as they had worked on him. Now the women of the
Spa pointed and giggled at the panty-boy and his Aunt sensing an
excellent opportunity to humiliate him even further gave him a little
farewell speech to recite.

Tammy blushed hotly as he stood in front of the assembled women as his
Auntie made him lift the hem of his dress to expose the lacy crinolines
and display his sissy rumba panties for all to see. This turned out to
be doubly humiliating for Tammy because his new hairless and feminized
state had uncontrollably aroused him and he was sporting a full
erection, which tented out the front of his frilly panties.

His Auntie squeezed his shoulder to queue him and using a high, falsetto
voice she made him recite the following in baby talk: "Thank you wa'dies
of the Spa and Mis'twiss Clair for transforming me into a pw'issy
wi'ddle sissy-boy. I promise to be a good wi'ddle Panty Slave from now
on and never steal my Auntie's lacy panties again." And he gave them a
little curtsy.

Some of the woman clapped at the cute display, while others pointed and
laughed to see the sissy-boy's obvious erection pushing out the front of
frilly sissy panties. To add insult to injury his Aunt made him turn
around and bend over, prominently displaying his lace frilled bottom for
the women.
His transformation complete, Tammy was put on display as a lingerie
wearing, sissy pantywaist for all the women at the Spa to ridicule. In
the end his exhibition had the desired effect as the farewell party
mocked and laughed at the feminized teen until tears of shame and
humiliation welled in his eyes. Tammy silently sobbed as they walked
back to his Aunt's car, tears sliding down his freshly made up cheeks.

"Don't cry you stupid little Panty Slave, you'll ruin your makeup!" She
warned. "You brought this all on yourself by dressing in my lingerie.
You wanted to know what it was like to be inside women's panties, well
now I'm showing you!" And she handed him a tissue and told him to dab
his eyes.

Tammy was silent the whole ride back to the house. Jacqueline tried to
engage the pouting sissy-boy in lighthearted conversation, but he
wouldn't chat. He just sat glumly going over and over what had happened
to him and trying to decide his next course of action. His degrading
treatment at the Span and subsequent humiliation had left him hurt and
angry, but his Aunt's precautions left him without any other options
except to submit and bare it.

Tammy felt the removal of his body hair was adding a whole new dimension
to his lingerie fetish and he wasn't sure how to deal with the
conflicting emotions it had awakened. From the moment he had gotten
dressed back at the spa he realized just how fabulous the silky nylon of
his panties and stockings now felt against his hairless skin. The result
had been almost instant arousal, which proved quite embarrassing in
front of the women of the Spa.

He discretely moved around in the car seat beside his Aunt enjoying each
gentle caress of his panties and the odd sensual feel of his white lace
top nylons against his smooth legs. Both of these were now proving to be
constant source of distraction for the sissy-boy and his perpetual
erection was aching for relief.

Tammy was still angry with his beautiful Aunt for forcibly transforming
him to this perverted little girl state. In his mind he was still
clinging to the last shreds of his 15-year-old male persona and trying
hard not embrace the prissy pre-teen girl his Auntie wanted him to be.
He wanted to stay angry with her, thinking to himself over and over
again that she had no right to pluck, paint and panty him, regardless of
what he had done, but his outrage was starting to fade.

As he sat there mulling things over, Tammy absently fingered the lace
and nylon of his sissy dress and grudgingly admitted that he liked the
way he now looked and felt. As his new guardian, his Aunt had granted
his deep seeded wish be pantied and it was an exciting new sensation to
feel pretty and pampered like a little girl. Tammy would never have been
able to obtain this level of femininity on his own so he actually owed
his Aunt a debt of thanks. By the time they arrived at his Aunt's house
Tammy had completely rationalized his situation and fully accepted it.

Jacqueline had been watching Tammy for the last while as they drove home
and she sensed a shift in the sissy-boys demeanor. The teen seemed to
become more at ease and as they walked to the front door she actually
saw him skip along beside her a couple of times. Once inside the house
she led him into the living room and said, "I wish to talk with you for
a moment Tammy."

The feminized boy followed his Aunt into the living room and watched as
she perched herself on the edge of the couch and folded her hands in her
lap. "So Tammy how do you feel about the way I've been treating you so
far?"

The boy looked pensive for a moment as he looked himself over and
searched for an answer. Tammy pulled at the lacy hem of his baby blue
dress as he pondered, should he be angry with his Auntie or be
submissive? He loved the sensual feel of his new lingerie and the look
of his new frilly sissy dress as well, both excited him in ways he'd
never experienced before. The sissy-boy shuffled from foot to foot as he
thought and as he did he could hear the soft rustle of his lacy
petticoats and his mind was made up.

Tammy kept his head down and didn't look at his Aunt as he started to
answer, "At first I was very angry with you Auntie," he started. "I know
I did a bad thing, and I'm sorry for that, but I didn't think I deserved
this kind of punishment." He said, throwing up the skirt of his baby-
blue party dress and letting in float back down to emphasize his point.

"Really...and how do you feel about being feminized now Tammy?" His Aunt
asked, fairly confident of his answer.

"Well now...now I guess...I really don't mind it Auntie." The sissy-boy
answered quietly.

Jacqueline smiled knowingly at his answer. "What is it you like about
being a pantied sissy boy Tammy?" She continued, trying to coax the
answer she wanted from her Panty Slave protégé.

"Well...I really liked my makeover at the Spa and the special way the
women treated me..." He said remembering how feminine and pretty he felt
as they transformed him. Then his face burned hotly as he also
remembered the humiliation of having to prance around in front of them
showing off his panties and how hurtful their taunts were as they
laughed and pointed at him. Even though it was the most demeaning moment
of his life it aroused him deeply and his sissy clittie jumped inside
his panties.

"I feel very pretty and girly now Auntie...and...and...I love my new
sissy lingerie...especially my frilly panties!" he sputtered out
foolishly not thinking of the consequences of what he was saying.

"So...I guess it's safe to say that you're happy now that I've feminized
you. Now, tell me that you want to be my Sissy Panty Slave!" She
ordered, a hard edge creeping into the tone of her voice. Jacqueline
wanted to make him say it; she wanted him to beg to be her 'Panty
Slave'. For her it was just as big a turn on as the actual feminization.

The teen averted her eyes, looking down before quietly answering,
"Auntie...can I be your Sissy Panty Slave?" As soon as the words came
out of his mouth, Tammy immediately regretted them, knowing he had just
condemned himself to a summer in sissy-lingerie and dresses, but it was
too late. The mortified teen blushed deeply at his folly!

Jacqueline smiled in triumph. Her nephew had willingly asked for
feminization and admitted his abject weakness for lingerie; now she had
him! She lifted his chin and made the teen look her in the eye.
"Say...Please Auntie can I be your Sissy Panty Slave?"

Tammy blushed hotly in embarrassment and his stomach felt like it was
full of butterflies as it churned nervously, but he felt compelled to
answer, "Please...please Auntie...can I be your Sissy Panty Slave?"

"Why of course you can Tammy!" she said smiling sweetly up at him. "I've
been waiting for you to ask me that!" Tammy felt relief wash over him
and he returned his Auntie's smile.
"I'm so glad I'll be the one to 'sculpt' you into your true self." She
said happily. "I've know lots of men that secretly felt exactly the way
you do about frilly feminine lingerie, only they weren't WOMAN enough to
admit it! Now, come to Auntie and lift up your pretty dress for me."

Tammy hesitated for a moment and then stepped up in front of his Aunt,
lifting the hem of his baby-blue dress to expose his panties and the
lacy crinolines beneath. He looked away, ashamed to let her see he was
very aroused inside his frilly baby blue undies, his boner tenting out
the soft nylon in front just like it had back at the Spa.

As Jacqueline surmised, F & D (Feminization and Degradation) was proving
to be a depraved turn-on for her sissy nephew. His public humiliation in
front of the women of the Spa had perversely aroused him resulting in a
raging hard-on inside his sissy panties for all of them to see! Now
making feminized teen beg to be her Sissy Panty Slave had resulted in
another substantial boner that rudely tented out the delicate nylon of
his lacy sissy panties. He was hers now to humiliate and use, and
Jacqueline reached out and gave his sizeable boner a loving caress
inside his panties.

"What does it say on the front of your frilly sissy panties Tammy?" She
asked while gently rubbing up and down the length of the feminized
teen's hard-on.

Tammy hesitated for a moment, understandably distracted by his beautiful
Aunt's ministrations. Then he sputtered out, "It says...it
says...Auntie's Panty Slave," and the teen blushed again at having to
recite those degrading words.

"That's right little girl...you're Auntie's very own Sissy Panty Slave?"
She said in a low husky voice and her hand slipped to the gusset of his
panties to massage his crotch and then cup the teen's balls. "Now I want
you to convince me this time! Tell me again...WHAT ARE YOU?"

With one hand she started to squeeze his balls and with the other she
stroked him through the front of his panties waiting for his reply. If
her new Panty Slave didn't answer to her satisfaction she would gladly
squeeze until dropped to his knees in pain, however that proved to be
unnecessary.

Tammy's submission was complete and he was too far into her feminization
trap to offer any resistance, especially with hold she now had on him.
Tammy looked her squarely in the eyes and quietly said, "Auntie
Jacqueline, I'm your devoted Sissy Panty Slave, Tammy."

"That's Mistress Jacqueline to you Panty Slave, is that understood!" And
she gave his balls a good squeeze for emphasis.

"YES MISTRESS JACQUELINE!" He replied quickly and she eased off the
pressure.

"That's my sweet little princess!" She said cheerily, having gotten all
the proper responses she wanted from her feminized slave. "I must say
you're the horniest little Panty Slave I've ever had Tammy. The other
men I've feminized were too ashamed to show how excited they in women's
panties, but not you! You're a little walking hard-on!"

The teen blushed, knowing it was wicked to enjoy the perverted pleasures
his Auntie forced on him. He knew it was wrong to get sexual
gratification from wearing women's lingerie. He felt deeply guilty that
he was aroused from stroking his penis while wearing panties, but he
couldn't help himself. He also tried hard not to think of how incestuous
it was his Aunt was doing the stroking, but he was completely enamored
with her and besides it was very exciting!

Jacqueline giggled, enjoying her sissy-nephew's discomfort, as her hand
slid up and down the length of his penis and felt it throb to her touch
inside his frilly panties. "Look how excited Auntie's wid'dle panty-boy
is!" She said in mock baby talk and she started to pump the teen's penis
more vigorously. "Don't worry Panty Slave. Since you were such a sweet,
submissive little girl today at the Spa, Aunties going to let you milk
yourself in front of me later, but first I have another job for you!"

Jacqueline stood up in front of the sissy-boy and smiled mischievously
as she unbuttoned her sheer white blouse to reveal her bra beneath and
then threw it onto the couch. The sheer lacy cups of the retro-style
circle-stitch bra strained to contain his Aunties generous 38-DD breasts
as the conical cups pushed them up and out into large pointed mounds
just like 'sweater girls' of the 50's. Tammy could clearly make out her
big rubbery nipples and large brown areola pushed up against the tip of
each lacy cup, and his mouth opened in awe.

Jacqueline continued her impromptu striptease by undoing the clasp in
the back of her skirt and then letting it fall to the ground in a heap
around her ankles. Tammy ogled his Auntie's lush curvy figure, as well
as her sexy feminine lingerie and his penis ached with longing and envy.

To go with her retro-style bra Jacqueline wore a pair of sheer white
nylon briefs and a retro-style garterbelt to support her stockings. The
high waisted brief was completely see-through and had a delicate ruffle
of white chiffon rimming each of the leg openings. Tammy could she the
sexy white lace garterbelt she wore through the undies which was quite
wide with white lace panels on the front and it hugged her full hips
sensuously. That lacy undergarment had six long frilly garters around it
and each was tipped with a length of white satin ribbon and where they
attached to her nude seamed stockings.

Tammy traced the outline of the pretty lace garterbelt visible under the
sheer nylon of his Auntie's panties as his eyes roamed over her body,
but something seemed wrong. The feminized teen's eyes locked on the
mushroom crotch at the front of his Auntie's sexy panties and then it
struck him; she had no pubic hair!

While Tammy had been under the tender care of the women at the Spa,
Jacqueline had treated herself to a full Pharaoh as well, and was now
smooth, hairless and horny! She was feeling especially kinky now and was
ready to put her new Panty Slave to work. According to the teachings of
femdom, Jacqueline had Tammy's pubic hair removed as a means to
humiliate him and re-enforce his degraded status as a pre-pubescent
sissy girl, but she did it to herself because she enjoyed the sensation
and it helped her to get into character for the training to come.

She sat back down on the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide
giving the sissy-boy a wide-open view of the crotch of her panties and
the few inches of soft bare thigh visible just above her nylons. Tammy
stood there dumbly holding up the front of his dress, his mouth open in
slack jawed wonder as he watched his Aunt hook her finger up under the
lace rimmed leg opening on one side and then pull the gusset of her
panties aside to expose her wet hairless snatch.

Jacqueline had her sissy-boy nephew's undivided attention. "Down on your
knees Panty Slave and give your Mistress your kiss of obedience!" She
beckoned him forward with her finger and pointed at the space between
her legs directly in front of her.

Before he realized what was doing Tammy was on his knees and between his
Auntie's wide spread legs like a puppy called to heel by his Mistress.
As he moved his face forward toward her smooth wet snatch Jacqueline
wrapped a hand around the back of his head urging him forward until his
mouth made contact with her moist pussy lips.

"That's it Panty Slave," she said moving her pelvis up and down against
the teens mouth. "Lick my pussy, taste your Mistress's juices." She said
breathlessly.

Tammy did as instructed. He started to lap and suck on his Mistress
Aunt's pussy lips just like he had done earlier when he had sucked on
the damp crotch of her black panties only this was much different. This
time as he pushed his fat stubby tongue forward he met no resistance as
her moist pussy lips parted and his tongue sank into the hot confines of
her wet snatch.

"OH YEAAAAA! THAT'S IT PANTY SLAVE, SHOVE YOUR TONGUE UP IN THERE AS FAR
AS IT WILL GO!" She screamed out, mashing his face to her pussy.

Tammy was sucking hard at his Auntie's pussy trying to please her, but
the damp gusset of her panties and the chiffon fringe around the leg
opening kept getting in the way. Jacqueline realized this and she
understandably wanted her Panty Slave to solely concentrate on his first
lesion in eating her pussy, so she quickly took action.

Tammy looked up at her in surprise as his Aunt pushed him away from her.
"Hang on a minute Panty Slave," She said, as she stood up in front of
him. Jacqueline hooked her fingers into waistband of her sheer undies
and pulled them down her legs letting them fall to a heap around her
ankles. Then she stepped out of the dainty panties and picking them up
by the waistband she held them out before Tammy.

"Sniff the crotch of my panties sissy-boy." She ordered.

Tammy did as he was told and leaned forward to sniff the silky crotch of
his Mistress's soiled panties. The gusset of her undies smelled strongly
of his Auntie's heady musk and his sissy hard-on jumped inside his own
frilly panties as he took in her scent.

"That's it, get a good whiff of them Panty Slave," She ordered holding
the crotch of the panties to the feminized teen's nose. "I knew all
along that you were a panty sniffer you disgusting little pervert! Now
lick them!" She ordered again.

Tammy stuck out his tongue and started licking at the crotch of the
panties suspended before him just as she ordered. As his tongue moved
over the silky nylon he looked past the undies at his Aunties wet
hairless cleft, longing to shove his fat tongue back into her smooth
snatch and taste her juices.

"That's it you creepy little panty-boy, lick my underwear!" She said,
wearing a smug look of superiority. "I bet when you were sneaking in
here to put on my panties you use to give my dirty ones good sniff and
lick before you tried them on, didn't you Panty Slave?"

Tammy's face blushed hotly to hear his Auntie talk in such a dirty and
degrading way to him, but he didn't answer. In reality, Tammy had never
thought to sniff their undies or lick the crotch for that matter, until
just now when his Aunt had ordered him to do it. Now that he had, Tammy
found it wildly erotic and he felt dirty and excited to do his
Mistress's bidding.

"Can you taste my pee on the crotch of my panties sissy-boy?" She asked
suddenly.

Tammy screwed up his face and answered, "No Auntie, I don't taste any
pee." The thought of licking the pee off of the crotch of his Auntie's
soiled panties both revolted and excited the teen as he went back to
licking the nylon.

"Then you know what pee tastes like then, do you sissy?" She asked
continuing to question the feminized boy.

Tammy didn't know why, but he felt this unusual line of questioning was
fraught with danger for him and he chose his words carefully before
answering his Mistress Aunt. "I'm not sure what pee tastes like Auntie,
but I definitely can't taste anything like that on the crotch of your
panties."

Jacqueline smiled at the teen's wary answer and decided to take a
different tact. "Did you ever pee in any of our panties when you wore
them Panty Slave?"

"No Auntie, I'd never do anything like that!" The teen protested hotly.
"I'm a big boy! I'd never wet myself!"

"Bull shit!" Jacqueline answered smugly. "I know what you are panty-boy!
You're a little girl wanna be! I had you plucked and prettied into a
hairless pre-pubescent bitch, and everyone knows that little pre-teen
girls always wet their panties, especially when they're excited."

Tammy blushed furiously and continued licking at the panties unsure how
to react to his Aunt's claims. All he could think to do was to looked
away and nod his head repeatedly 'NO' in the face of her humiliating
accusations, but she wasn't going to let up.

"You get very excited when you wear panties don't you Tammy?" She asked.

He stopped licking and lowered his head in shame, "No Auntie," he said
quietly lying in response.

"Oh yes you do, I saw you!" She said accusingly. "That little sissy cock
of yours was pretty hard when you were about to step into a pair of my
daughters frilly pink panties and what about when I pantied you later?
You were so excited you were shaking with anticipation, weren't you!"

Jacqueline was thoroughly enjoying the teen's discomfort and humiliation
with her line of questioning and it excited her. The feminized boy was
trying to avoid saying anything that would lead his Aunt to believe he
had lost control and accidentally peed in any of their pilfered undies,
fearing what the repercussions might be.

"Yes...I bet that's what happens, isn't it sissy?" She said, leaning
down close to him. "You put on a pair of our lacy panties and get so
excited about wearing our frilly lingerie that you loose all control of
that little weenie of yours and you pee in them just like a little baby
girl!"

"NO! THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Tammy said, his eyes welling with tears, but his
Aunt kept on going.

"Do you know what I'll do to you if you 'wet' a pair of your frilly
undies Tammy?" She asked. Tammy silently shook his head 'NO' afraid what
the answer might be.

"I'll turn you in to a sissy baby girl, Panty Slave! I'll diaper you and
put you in plastic baby panties and make you wear frilly baby dresses
and bonnets just like a toddler!" Jacqueline started to laugh finding
the whole idea very amusing and she found the situation even funnier as
she looked at the horrified expression on her feminized nephew's face.

Tammy couldn't believe what his Aunt was saying. Bad enough that she had
forcibly feminized him into a pantied and prettied pre-pubescent girl,
but now she was talking about degrading him even further to the status
of toddler! The prospect of that made him tremble so badly that he
almost did pee himself! But in the back of his warped mind found the
prospect secretly exciting.

Tammy's gave into impulse and his hand was trembling as he slipped it up
under the hem of his dress going right to his throbbing penis and he
started to rub his sissy cock through the silky nylon of his sissy
panties. Jacqueline noticed what her Panty Slave was up to and kicked
out at him just grazing his forearm up under his skirt and crinolines.

"Who said you could pleasure yourself in front of me Panty Slave?" She
shouted at the feminized teen. He quickly withdrew his hand and went
back to the chore of licking the crotch of her panties.

"By the way you're playing with yourself I see you like the idea of
being a diapered and plastic pantied sissy baby." Jacqueline said,
giving the teen a knowing smile. "I'll be sure to add 'potty training
and diaper punishment' into your training schedule Panty Slave! For now
you'd better stick to licking the crotch of my panties and NEVER touch
yourself in my presence again unless I give you permission first!"

Jacqueline watched as the chastised sissy-boy licked at the crotch of
her undies for a few minutes more, and then satisfied that she had
humiliated the teen enough for the moment she abruptly tossed the damp
undies on the floor. "That's enough of that for now Panty Slave, it's
time you put that tongue to better use! Sit down here and lean your head
back against the couch."

Jacqueline positioned Tammy with his back against the couch and his head
leaning back against the cushion then she straddled his upturned face
and lowered herself toward him. Tammy's eyes crossed as he watched her
dripping pussy draw nearer and nearer to his face pinning his head
between her dripping cunt and the couch and then she was on him!
Jacqueline proceeded to ride her feminized nephew's upturned face like a
bicycle seat, grinding her bald snatch over face and mouth while she
pinched her hard nipples through the lacy cups of her bra.

"OH YES...UGGG! THAT'S IT PANTY SLAVE..." She yelled out as she rotated
her hips rubbing her cunt down into Tammy's face. "SUCK ON MY PUSSY YOU
LITTLE PANTY SLUT!"

Tammy had his tongue buried to the hilt in his hot Mistress Aunt's cunt,
licking and sucking as hard as he could to please her. He had to fight
for each breath as she moved over him because at times she was covering
both his mouth and nose with her snatch. As she moved back and forth
across her face Tammy's tongue started to make contact with her tight
rosebud and as he licked at it his Auntie went into fits.

"OH-MY-GOD! THAT'S IT PANTY-BOY! THAT'S THE SPOT! GET THAT TONGUE IN MY
ASSHOLE" she ordered. "REAM MY ASS GOOD YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

Tammy did as his Mistress ordered and forced his fat tongue past the
tight ring of muscle and into her ass. He rhythmically jabbed his tongue
in and out and sucked and licked at her now slick hole, as his Mistress
Aunt frantically fingered her swollen clit.

"OH SHIT!" She screamed out mashing her ass down on his face almost
smothering him. "OOOOOH SHIT! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING YOU LITTLE PANTY
WEARING BITCH!" Suddenly Tammy felt hot liquid spurt out of his
Mistress's pussy all over his face and chin. Tammy now switched between
lapping at her cunt and continuing to tongue tight hole as Jacqueline
rode her nephew's face to one of the best climaxes she'd ever had! With
a final little shudder her orgasm subsided and completely spent,
Jacqueline lifted herself off of the feminized boy's upturned face.

"Good girl Tammy!" She said, praising her Panty Slaves first effort at
eating pussy. She was finding that the teen was completely uninhibited
when it came to sex. She hadn't met many men that would lick her asshole
on demand, let alone go at it with the gusto her new Panty Slave showed.
Tammy was an 'A-One' tongueer and she could hardly wait to develop his
other latent talents!

His make-up was ruined and his thick lipstick was smeared all over his
mouth, but Tammy smiled up at his Mistress Aunt happily. She bent down
and lovingly taking the teen's face in her hands, she pressed her lips
to his and jabbed her tongue into his mouth, French kissing him deeply.
Tammy was startled for a moment, never having French kissed a girl
before, let alone a beautiful mature woman such as his Aunt, but he
quickly caught on, his own tongue inter-twining with his Aunts.

Jacqueline could taste the residue of her orgasm in the teen's mouth and
found it wildly exciting. This was the beginning of a beautiful
symbiotic relationship for the two; she would support and feed her Panty
Slave nephew's desire to be feminized and degraded, while he would
satisfy her own deep need to Dominate and control him. The two were in
for some depraved and perverted adventures and this was only the
beginning!

Make him cook dinner
Sit at her feet and massage them
Dress him for bed, make him cum into a condom and drink it.

Life with a Princess

I couldn't believe it. I hadn't even untied the strings of my apron, was
actually in the act of rinsing my hands under the kitchen tap when Pamela - I
mean 'Princess'- came wandering in. She looked around the area, as if
inspecting it. Obviously didn't see anything exciting, so smiled gently at me.
Held out a bunch of yellow silken material.
"Missy?" She said, "there's a few buttons need tightening up on this blouse.
Think you could take care of it?"

She was - is - a beautiful woman. About sizes with me, maybe a little taller.
Has a beautiful complexion, cornflower blue eyes, lustrous blonde hair falling
to her shoulders, a willowy figure, a good carriage, sulky pouty lips and a sexy
expression at all times - what more could any man want in a wife?

I looked at her, a combination of exasperation and adoration coursing through my
mind.
"Pamela? What are you doing? We just got back from our honeymoon this morning.
I've done the unpacking. I've done the wash. I made the dinner. I did the
clean up. Now you're asking me to sew - is that it? Sew buttons on your
blouse? I'm your husband! Not your bloody servant!"

A sort of puzzlement crossed her eyes. "But you're supposed to take care of me.
Isn't that what you promised? Isn't that what you told Dorothy?"
"Of course that's what I promised." I remonstrated. "But I took on the
obligations of a husband! You took on the obligations of a wife!"
"But Dorothy said .." She started.
"I don't care what your mother said." I said recklessly. "We have to establish
a relationship - and that reminds me. I think you should start calling me
'Mike'."

Her puzzlement was replaced by a sort of surprised amusement. "But everybody
calls you Missy. Why should I call you Mike? That's silly!"

I gritted my teeth. "My name is Michael Mitson. Always has been. Just because
the people in your mother's office started calling me something based on my last
name doesn't mean that you have to.."
"But your name isn't Michael Mitson any more, is it? Didn't you change your
name to mine when we got married?" She retorted with a little giggle. "Isn't
your legal name now 'Mr. Pamela Laird?"
She gave a little shrug of her shoulders and added. "Or would you rather be
called Pamela?"
"This is silly!" I argued. "You may have a point. But you are Pamela. I'm
Mike. We're married. I'm the husband, you're the wife!"

"Ok." She replied carelessly. "You're the husband. I'm the wife. If that's
all you need to make you happy. Now? Will you tighten up the sewing on these
buttons. This is one of my favorite blouses.."
"Sewing is a wife's job! Cooking is a wife's job! Looking after a husband is a
wife's job! Don't you understand?" I interrupted, letting my aggravation show.

Another curious expression crossed her face. "You expect me to do my own
sewing? And all that other kind of stuff?"
"Yes." I said patiently. "Just like all the other wives in the world."
She still seemed confused by all of this, as if it was something she'd never
considered - or even heard of before.
"And you called me 'Pamela'" she added, as if remembering this suddenly.
"Isn't that your name?" I asked with a little sarcasm.
"Everybody calls me 'Princess'" she said.
"That's ridiculous!" I replied. "You can't have a husband going around calling
you by the pet name your mother uses."
"Oh!" Was all she said, walking out of the kitchen, her blouse still in her
hand.

I actually felt a little sorry for the poor dear, but thought that an
introduction to the real aspects of married life was badly needed.

She didn't talk much to me that evening, and we didn't have sex again in bed.
As we had been married for over two weeks by that time and hadn't consummated
our marriage yet, it didn't come as much of a surprise. With all the traveling
and clean-up I'd worked at that day, I was pretty tired though, so fell asleep
before I'd time to think about it too much.

The following morning I left her sleeping as I got ready for work. I'd intended
to leave her breakfast for her to make herself but relented - after all, I had
been quite firm the night before - so made the coffee just the way she liked it,
poured her juice, prepared her cereal, and left her newspaper propped beside her
place mat just the way she'd told me she liked it. I actually thought of asking
her for some money to get my hair cut - it was actually getting far too long,
even for my pony tail - but decided against it. She could get quite grumpy if
awakened too early.

The girls at the office were all pleased to see me back, making sly remarks
about how tired I looked around the eyes. Alice, the office girl, brought me my
mug of coffee just the way I like it. I did say a little about how lovely Kauai
had been but phones started ringing so we were all busily engaged when Dorothy
came in.

My mother in law is a commanding presence. Tall, burnished copper hair,
piercing blue eyes, immaculately made up and coifed at any given time, a deep
contralto voice to complement her usual office attire of tailored, yet feminine,
suits and blouses. A woman of great confidence - and one that terrifies the
living shit out of me. I hid this fear, or so I thought, quite well.
"Hi Missy!" She called out as she came into the office. "Survived, did you?"
"Barely. Dorothy, barely." I joked back in the same tone.
She smiled a tight little smile, then went into her private office.

At that particular time, I held a sort of position in the office. It had never
really been defined, but it had some power as the girls - Mary, Jan, Liz, and
Gretch (short for Gretchen I think) who were the senior girls all deferred to my
opinion in things great and small. These girls were all extremely competent and
confident. Alice, the office girl, was younger. She was extremely feminine and
the other girls teased her about this on an ongoing basis. Not meanly of course
- more like older sisters giving the baby of the family a hard time.

Before I'd married Pamela (Princess) I'd worked there about six months. At
first the relationship with the girls had been extremely formal. Everyone,
except Dorothy of course, called me 'Mr. Mitson'. Where it had started, I'd no
idea, but gradually, this had been changed to 'Mitson', then 'Mitsy' then,
somehow or other, I'd discovered that they all were calling me 'Missy'. I'd
wanted to comment on this a number of times, but never could seem to pick the
right moment.
What made this feminine connotation of my name stand out was the fact that, in
contrast, their names were all so short - and authoritative somehow. The only
exception was Dorothy - which was the name that everyone used when speaking to,
or of, her - and Alice, of course.

To tell the truth, I was shy of women. When Princess started coming around the
office, I was amazed to discover first of all that she thought me 'cute'. Then,
somehow, we seemed to have established an 'understanding'. I was confused, but
what young man wants to admit that he's no idea why an attractive, rich, young
woman is interested in him? We dated a few times, but it was more her taking me
out than the other way around.

An interview with Dorothy established a prenuptial agreement - and somehow or
other made it a fact that I took on Pamela's name as my own. (I don't know what
cock and bull reason Dorothy came up with - but I gave in on that - as I gave in
on other matters). The wedding was quiet and private. After the ceremony we
flew to Kauai and spent two weeks lolling on the beach in front of Dorothy's
house there - at least Pamel - I mean Princess - lolled about while I prepared
meals and drinks. Now we were home, and I was rather pleased at the amount of
backbone I'd started to show.

Some time later, I was quite surprised to hear Liz say. "Well! Here's the bride
herself! Hi Princess! You're looking nice and tanned."
Princess was pleased with the attention and preened in front of all the girls
for a little while as they complimented her on her appearance and clothes - and
her tan of course. She smiled distantly at me but, as I was on the phone at the
time, just walked by me into Dorothy's office with a tiny wave. She was
carrying a shopping bag. 'Spending money again' I thought. 'Have to get her
out of that habit'.

I was still on the same phone call when Dorothy came out of her office.
"Missy! My office please! On the double!" She said loudly.
I gulped. She was mad about something. God! Was she ever. Quickly I
terminated my conversation and scurried into her office, all of the girls
averting their eyes as I did so.
"Shut the door Missy." She said kindly enough, "then come over and sit here."
I shut the door, confused. She sat in her normal big chair but instead of it
being behind her desk, it was pulled out onto the carpeted area. Princess sat
in the couch on the other side of the office. I was confused because there
weren't any other chairs close to Dorothy. I smiled hesitantly.
"Where Dorothy? Where do you want me to sit?"
"Here!"
"But there isn't a chair.."
"On my lap silly! On my lap! Get your tush over here. We're going to have a
little family discussion, and I want to keep it friendly. Ok?"

I certainly didn't want an unfriendly discussion with this woman, so walked to
her and, gingerly, lowered myself onto her lap. She put an arm around my
shoulders and pulled me back.
"Very good Missy! Now lean back into my shoulder. Cuddle in. There, that's
it! Comfy?"
"Yes Dorothy." I whispered.

She stiffened underneath me. "There! That's one thing we need to take care of
immediately. We're all family now, the three of us, right?"
"Yes Dorothy. You're right.."
"So enough of this 'Dorothy' business. I want you to call me 'Mummy'."
"Eh?" I said. "Mummy? But that sounds... Well, kinda childish. And everybody
calls you Dorothy - even Pa - I mean Princess."
"But I want you to call me Mummy. Isn't that enough for you? Do you want to
displease me?" She was whispering in my ear now, but there was a threat there,
with little or no attempt to hide it.
"Oh no!" I said quickly.
"Oh no what?" She demanded.
"No Mummy." I surrendered.

She relaxed and directed her next comment to Princess. "See? Wasn't I right? I
just knew that Missy here would be nice and agreeable. Didn't I tell you?"
"Yeah Dorothy, but what about..." Princess said.
"Hush Princess." Dorothy said gently. "Now, I'm going to tell you - and all the
girls in the office to tell me if Missy ever calls me anything but Mummy again."
She turned her mouth into my ear again and whispered. "It'd be, well, just like
you didn't want to admit that you're part of my family. Wouldn't it? And you'd
want to be reminded if you forgot, wouldn't you Missy?"
Red faced with humiliation, I replied. "Yes Mummy."

"There! That's settled." She said, allowing me to raise myself to a little
more erect position. "Now what's this about you refusing to do a little sewing
job for Princess? And all this nonsense about you being the husband, and her
being the wife? What's got into you? If I remember rightly you sat in my home
and assured me that you would do everything in your power to take care of my
little Princess."
"But I can't sew Mummy. I don't know how!" I protested.
"Well! Is that all it was? Why didn't you say so? I mean, you can learn,
can't you? And you want to learn, eh?"
"But Mummy?" I asked despairingly. "It's normally - well - usually the woman
who does things like that in a marriage."
"Like what?"
"Well? Like sewing and cooking and cleaning and..."

"That's ridiculous and it's the most sexist thing I've ever heard!" She
snapped. "You mean to tell me that you expect my Princess to cook and clean -
and all that other shit - for you?"
"Well, no Mummy. It's just..."
"Missy! You're really aggravating me. Are you going to sit here and refuse to
meet your agreement. If you are...?"
"Oh no Mummy! Oh no!" I dithered. "Nothing like that. Oh no! Nothing like
that at all."
"So you'll take care of Princess, just like you promised?"
"Yes Mummy."

She relaxed. "Princess? Go and ask Alice to come in her, would you and, while
you're at it? Ask Liz to move all of Missy's stuff down to that vacant desk
beside Alice's - he's going to be working alongside her for a while."
As usual, Princess pouted a little as usual at being asked to do anything but
stood up and shrugged. "Isn't Missy going to need this?" She asked, touching
the shopping bag she'd brought in with her.
"Oh yes. I'd forgotten that." Mummy said. "Give it over here."
Princess handed it over on her way out of the office. A few seconds later,
Alice peeked her head around the office door.
"You want me Dorothy?" She piped, smiling. Then a puzzled expression crossed
her eyes as she saw me sitting on Mummy's lap.

"I want you to teach Missy here how to sew properly." Mummy said. "For
practice? Teach her - I mean him - how to sew buttons on blouses first. Like
this one." And she reached into the bag and pulled out the yellow blouse from
the night before, then handed it to Alice, who immediately inspected it.
Alice smiled. "Oh that's easy. I'd be glad to do it. There isn't much work
here at all."
"That's very nice of you dear." Mummy said, "but Missy wants to learn how to do
it right, wants to please Princess don't you Missy? And don't you need lots of
practice, eh?"
"Yes Mummy." I whispered.
"So what I want?" She continued talking to Alice. "Missy is moving down to
beside your desk. Today I want you to cut all of the buttons off the blouse and
have Missy sew them on again until you're completely satisfied that they're sewn
back on properly. You know? Nice and neat and delicate. Have him do them a
number of times if necessary. Then, for the next month or so after that I want
you two to spend all your time together. By the end of that time Alice? I want
Missy to be an accomplished little housewife. Isn't that what you want too,
Missy?"

I thought I'd reached the end of my humiliation later when, after I'd agreed to
everything and was sneaking out the door, Mummy cracked the whip some more.
"And guess what Alice? Missy was too shy to mention it to you, but wants to say
'thanks' in a very special way, don't you Missy?"
I looked at her, dazed, no idea what she was talking about.
"Want me to tell her?"
I pretended a smile and nodded.
"Missy'll do the coffees for you - and if you want, he'll run little errands for
you when you don't have the time. Isn't that nice?"

"But I don't need any errands run, Dorothy - it's the other girls..." Alice
giggled, then the implication hit her. "You mean he'll run errands for the
other girls? Oh, he couldn't! I mean he'd be so embarrassed.."

Alice was the one embarrassed at first but I guess the sight of me sitting
making dainty little repairs to a feminine garment gradually reduced her respect
for me. I was making, serving, and cleaning up the coffee cups by
that afternoon - that is, when I wasn't working on my sewing. Mummy took all of
my other assignments away and spread them amongst the other girls. Actually
gave Alice quite a lot. "As he'll be doing a lot of your work now Alice,"
she'd explained, "you'll have more free time."

Princess dropped by to inspect my work before she left. Smiled approvingly at
my efforts. "Isn't Missy so nice, girls?" She called out. "It isn't many
husbands do this kind of thing for their wives, is it?"
And the girls came by to examine my progress and agree that I had to be the
sweetest husband in the world - and didn't I have the tiniest little hands for
sewing?

Alice was a competent, though firm, teacher. By the end of that day, she was
complimenting me on the tiny stitching I had become capable of. "You've done
well Missy." She told me. "Now tonight? Ask Princess if she has any repairs
she wants done to her lingerie. If she does, bring them in tomorrow and we'll
work on that. Of course, if she wants anything else done, you'd better bring
that in first."

The announcement about me calling Dorothy 'Mummy' was made later that day. I
also discovered that my workday would from then on be only six hours Monday
through Thursdays - to allow me enough time to get home and cook dinner. I was
also given Fridays off to provide me enough time to 'help' Princess with the
housework. This occasioned some jealousy from the other girls at first - but
they knew damn well who was actually going to be doing the housework at my place
- and they got such a kick out of hearing me call Dorothy 'Mummy' that it was
soon forgotten.

At home that evening, Princess was really nice to me as I was tidying away the
dinner dishes I'd just washed.
"I'm really sorry Missy. I didn't want to bring Dorothy into our first quarrel
- but I hope you see that I just had to. You were being so unreasonable - and
see? It didn't take too long for you to learn how to do a nice job of fixing my
blouse, now did it?"
I blushed though whether at the compliment, or the reminder of the spineless way
I'd behaved, I couldn't tell. Thought it might now be a good time to ask, with
her being in an apologetic frame of mind.

"Dear? Could you possibly give me money for tomorrow?"
"But I always give you lunch money." She replied.
"I meant a little extra." I wheedled, smiling sweetly.
She frowned a little. "What for?"
"I really need a haircut. It's getting awfully long." I said.
"Let's see." She said. "Take the band off, and let your hair down."

I took the rubber band off and could feel my hair fan out at the back.
"Mmmmm." She said, feeling my hair. "You really have pretty hair. Nice body.
But I don't think I want you cutting it just yet. Can't really understand why
you'd want to. So maybe later. Ok?"
I knew better than argue. "Oh sure dear. That's fine." I said picking up the
rubber band.
"But hold on a minute." She said. "Here, let me try something to help show
your hair off. C'mere."
She led me across the room to a coffee table. A piece of scarlet lacy material
lay there. Then she twisted my hair into a sort of loose braid, then inserted
it through the scarlet band. It was elasticized, so held my hair in place.
Horrified, I knew that I was wearing a girl's lace hair band.

"There!" She smiled happily. "Just knew it needed something. Now doesn't that
look much better?"
I sighed inwardly, frightened to show any sign of disagreement. I looked in the
mirror, put my hand up delicately to the back of my head. Pretended to consider
her point.
"Oh yes dear. It makes it much tidier." I said agreeably.
"I meant prettier! Don't you think you look much prettier?" She asked.
I reddened. "Well. Now that you mention it, I guess you're right. Much
prettier."
"Well?" She asked.
"What?"
"Aren't you going to thank me for making you prettier?"
"Thank you Princess." I said as gratefully as I could.
"De nada." She smiled regally, with a tiny wave of her hand.

I started to untie my apron strings, but then the shock hit me. I'd forgotten
to ask her if she need any sewing repairs to any of her other clothes. What
would she - or Mummy - say if they found out I'd ignored Alice's order? I spoke
quickly.
"Oh, almost forgot Princess. Do you need any more sewing repairs to anything?"
She thought for a second or two.
"Yes. I'm pretty sure I do. There's at least one of my slips, and a couple of
my nightdresses have what looks like the start of seams splitting. Why? Do you
want to work on them just now?"
"Oh no dear." I said. "Alice just though she could show me how to do different
kinds of sewing tomorrow. I was going to take them to work."

"Very good! What a nice idea. Isn't it nice of Alice to take the time to show
you all this neat stuff? Here, I'll go and get them."
"Oh, there's no hurry." I said. "You can give them to me in the morning."
"Well, I was going to ask you to rinse out my undies anyway," she said "this
way, you can do the ones needing repair as well."
"Rinse out your undies?" I faltered.
"If you don't mind? And give them a touch up with an iron as well? I like my
undies nice and fresh feeling. And I sure wouldn't want you to take something
into work that wasn't freshly laundered either. Wouldn't want any of the girls
thinking that you weren't taking proper care of me, would I?"

Actually, I rather enjoyed rinsing her delicate undies out, they felt so soft,
silky, and luxurious. I put them on a cool dry cycle in the dryer not wanting to
damage them and, following Princesses advice, took them out while they were
still a little damp so that they'd iron nicely.

She let me set up the ironing board so that I could watch television with her,
and iron at the same time. I was really nervous as I'd never ironed anything
before, let alone such delicate satiny underthings, but I used a cool iron and
took a lot of care, so was quite pleased when I'd done everything without
mishap. I actually felt quite proud at the small piles of vibrantly colored and
pastel panties, slips, and nighties stacked in front of me by the time I'd
finished. I'd even given her garter belts (Princess abhors panty hose) a touch
with the iron as well, so she was thrilled at my thoughtfulness as well - "Marta
never did them for me" she said. "I'll let you know if I can tell the
difference tomorrow." She added.

At this point, I should probably let you in on a few things that I've forgotten
to mention. Before our wedding, Princess had lived with her mother in a
penthouse suite in the building we currently stayed in - two floors above our
current residence, an apartment much bigger than our actual needs - given to us
by Dor - Mummy as a wedding present. From the moment she was born, Princess was
treated like royalty. I've no idea what happened to her father, he just seems
to have disappeared, and it is not too smart to even raise the subject of
fathers around Princess or her mother.

On the subject of money, I'd made myself completely dependent on my wife. Mummy
had indicated that she felt Princess was in need of experience in controlling
the finances of running a home. Accordingly, my wages were automatically
deposited in Princesses checking account. (I'd been under the impression that it
was going to be a joint account, but obviously must have misunderstood).
Princess wasn't keen on handing me any money. I had to account for every dime I
spent - and give her the change from my daily allowance. Lunchtime was always
humiliating - I had to sit (usually) with three women and calculate to the penny
what my share of the bill - and tip, was.

Marta was her mother's maid. Had been for years, and was totally devoted to the
family - me excluded. She was of some mid-European origin, and had a touch of a
Slavic pronunciation in her speech, but I could never quite place it. A hive of
energy. Always neat and efficient in a series of maid's uniforms and aprons.
Quite soon after our return Princess started comparing everything I was doing to
how Marta would have done it - and usually to my detriment.

I found, to my sorrow, the very next day that I had better not be too far behind
Marta's level of excellence.

I'd thought I'd been very good. At the office, I ran some errands for Liz and
Gretch. Alice helped me deliver the coffees, though I did have to do the clean
up myself. She'd also shown me how to effect the tiny repairs necessary for
Princess's lingerie. I'd had to rip some of my attempts out a number of times,
but Alice told the other girls that I showed a really good aptitude as a
seamstress. She even had me take in a sample of my work that she was really
impressed with and show it to Mummy.

Mummy got the strangest expression on her face as she looked at it. It happened
to be a full length slip. Light blue satin, with lace trim in a sort of beige
shade.

As she turned it over and over in her hands, I had the feeling that she wasn't
inspecting my work at all. She really couldn't have been, as she was staring at
me rather intently with only her hands running over the material again and again
while she made little appreciative noises deep in her throat.
"You're starting to please me Missy. Do you know that?" She purred.

I blushed. More and more, I was reddening at what was being said to me. In
many respects I knew it was embarrassment at being talked at, as if I was some
sort of little girl. In others, it was as if I was feeling complimented for
things that I'd never been noticed for before.

She smiled, as if she knew my innermost feelings.
"You blush so nicely. All pink and girlish, but there's nothing wrong with
that. I mean, it's got to be fun working with these pretty things of
Princesses, eh?" She asked.
"Yes. Well, no. I mean, yes I guess." I stammered.
"Ever thought of trying something pretty like this on? I'd bet Princess
wouldn't mind." She was holding the slip up towards me. "Bet it'd fit. Maybe
a little big for you, but you'd look really cute in something satiny like this -
don't you think?"

I took a deep breath, trying to find my composure. Somehow, I knew that if
something didn't happen quickly, my mother in law was going to have me wearing
the slip she was holding in her hands. Luckily, Gretch came bursting into the
office with an emergency. I managed to sneak out in the resulting confusion
and, other when I delivered her coffee, didn't see Mummy for the rest of the
afternoon.

Living close to the office, I didn't need to drive. It was a glorious
afternoon, so I took my time getting home. It dawned on me that the only
freedom I was being allowed was between the apartment and the office. At all
other times of the day or night, I was under the control of my wife, my mother
in law - or lets face it, Alice the office girl. I dawdled, there was no
question about it. I probably took about ten minutes more than I normally take.
Then I discovered that even my travel to and from my work was not to be mine
either.

"Where have you been!" Princess snapped at me the minute I got home.
"Walking home." I explained. "It was such a lovely day..."
"You didn't ask my permission!" She barked.
"Oh c'mon Princess!" I started. "Since when do I have to.. Ow! Ow! Ow!"
My remarks were cut short with Princess grabbing one of my ears and pulling me
along into the kitchen.
"Just be quiet and listen!" She snarled. "I'm extremely unhappy with you
today. I was going to punish you the minute you came home. Do you think I feel
any kinder to you when I have to wait another ten minutes? Do you?"

I could only yowl, she was twisting my ear so hard as she pushed me through the
door opening.
"Get in there where you belong! Start getting dinner ready. And I better not
hear another word out of you until after dinner! And? Go put a nice frilly
apron on Missy - and your hair band. Be a nice little sissy Missy for
Princess!"

I found a hostess type apron. Quite small, made of a sort of lace material, and
scarlet in color to match my hair band. Then I started preparing dinner. I was
scared to let Princess see me in case the apron wasn't what she wanted, but when
I went to set the table I had to pass by her. She nodded her head approvingly,
then spoke in a far nicer tone.
"Yes. That's better. Go and get me a drink. Gin and tonic - there's a girl."

Mummy had referred to me as a 'her' earlier, but then corrected herself. My
wife was now referring to me directly as a girl. I felt a surge of shame within
me, but said nothing. Even managed a little smile as I went and did her
bidding. When I brought her drink back I then proceeded to demonstrate why I
was being treated the way I was. She smiled nicely at me as she took the drink
from the tray. I think she was just as astounded as I was when I bobbed a
little curtsey. I'll never know what possessed me, it was over and done before
I had a chance to even think about it.

She put her drink on the end table beside her and clapped her hands quietly.
"How nice!" She beamed. "That was really nice. Thank you dear." Then she
picked her drink up and took a sip, then looked at me again, nodding.
"Very good. You can go now Missy."
And damned if I didn't do it again! Scarlet with a mixture of rage,
humiliation, and anger at my own spinelessness, I turned and left the room, the
sound of Princess's giggles following me.

She had me take the apron off before I sat down to dinner, though I did have to
keep the hair ribbon on. I had made a nice Caesar salad and she was very
complimentary about it. As I rose to start clearing the table, she said
quietly. "No Missy. Sit for a minute."
I lowered myself back into my chair. Fearful of what was coming. She gave me a
stern look.
"You know why I was mad at you of course?"
I allowed myself an inward sigh of gratitude at her use of the past tense.
"No Princess. Honestly, I don't. Honest." I breathed sorrowfully.
"Oh come on! You must know of the careless job you did when you ironed my
undies. One of my slips and a couple pair of panties were just very poorly
done."
My mouth dropped open. "But Princess! It was my very first time. I'm sorry if
I did something wrong. But I don't know what it was. I really tried to be
careful."
"Careful indeed! It was a careless, sloppy job of ironing - that's what it was,
and I'm not used to wearing my lingerie, feeling as if it were some kind of
dishrag!"

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry!" I gasped, getting worried again.
"I was going to put you over my knee and give you a damn good spanking." She
said confidently. "But you've been so nice this evening - and I've come up with
an idea that might not be so hurtful for you. After the dishes are done, come
and see me."
I saw my chance to get in some more brownie points. "I was going to rinse out
the stuff you wore today Princess."
It worked fairly well. A little smirk of satisfaction crossed her face.
"Well I won't delay you too long. I'd tell you more, but I don't want to
overload your little brain. So run along now."

Gratefully, I rose from the table and hurried into the kitchen. My obedience
had won me some respite from whatever it was she had planned to punish me with.
If I kept it up, maybe she would forget it altogether.

This, however, was wishful thinking on my part. When I reported back to her,
she instructed me to go into the shower. Gave me some spray on stuff and a
ladies safety razor, and explained just how smooth I was to be when I reported
to her again.

Completely denuded of all body hair, and powdered with her favorite talc, I
reported to her about an hour later. She had indicated that she would give me a
thorough inspection, so I just threw a robe on, then met with her in our
bedroom.

She grinned as she inspected under my arms and around my privates. Sniffed with
appreciation as she caught the delicate scent I was now imbued with. Luckily, I
hadn't cut myself anywhere which pleased her no end.
"Ok Missy. You've done a good job. Now, out of that robe and into these."
With that, she held up a handful of ladies undies.

I paused, recognizing a set of crimson and black lace-edged teddies and panties
I'd ironed the night before. There were a garter belt and nylons in her hand as
well. I licked my lips nervously.
"Ha ha Princess. You're joking, aren't you?"
"Stop your babbling. Step into these panties." She commanded, holding them out
in front of me, opened.
"Please?" I said, but stepped into the flimsy garment. She pulled them up into
position.
"Please what?" She giggled, giving my backside a sharp slap. "Let me get this
garter belt on you. Stand still now!"

It didn't take long for her to fasten it around me, then pull the suspender
straps down through the panty legs. "Now, step into the teddies." She said.
"There! That's a good girl!"
Seconds later, I was in the teddies. Quickly, she pulled the straps up and had
me slide my arms through the shoulder straps, then she snapped a little belt
thing that fastened under my crotch. I was now enclosed in the satiny underwear,
with suspender straps hanging uselessly down my thighs. In some sort of
defensive move, I hugged myself.

"Oh stand up straight for goodness sake!" She snapped, punctuating her comment
with a resounding spank on my satin covered buttock. It stung, and I squealed,
but straightened up to her satisfaction.
"I wasn't going to have you wear a bra," she said going to a drawer and pulling
one that matched what I was wearing, "but the teddy just hangs on you and you
need something to fill it out. Luckily, this bra has a little padding, so we
probably won't need anything else. Here, stop being so bloody useless! Give me
a hand!"

And, with some pulling and stretching, I was wearing a bra as well. A few
minutes later, I had been shown how to put nylons on properly, keeping the seams
straight, and how to adjust the suspender straps for proper fit.

Then she said, "I don't think my shoes will fit you, but there's a pair in the
spare bedroom I was going to give to the goodwill. They're a little big for me,
but they might just fit you. Away and get them. We'll see how they are when
you get back. But here, before you do. You can put your apron and hair braid
on. They're not a perfect match, but they're not bad."

Minutes later, I was searching through the goodwill bag in the spare bedroom.
Walking there had been an experience. The shame at being dressed and treated
like a girl - by my wife for goodness sake! - Was still there, but there was an
underlying breathy excitement as well. The feeling of the dainty straps at my
shoulders, back, and thighs. The little tugs and compression’s of satins and
lace touching other layers of exotic materials next to my skin was incredible.
And not to be denied, a sort of wondrous excitement at being under the complete
control of my increasingly dominant wife. What was she going to do to me next?

I found the shoes but didn't try them on. Carried them back with me to the
bedroom. As I got to the door, I heard her say , "Oh that's a good idea! Bring
them along as well then, would you dear?" And she hung up the phone.
I didn't know who she was talking to, more concerned about the shoes in my hand.
They actually fitted me quite well, but they were a little high in the heel.
"It's not that I care about that," she said. "But they really do clash with the
rest of your outfit. Never mind. I've got something else that might work.
Before we put them away for the night, let's see how well you can walk in them."

She had me walk up and down the room a number of times. Even I could sense my
growing capability the sixth or seventh time. Then the door bell rang.
"That'll be Marta." Princess said. "Away and get the door for her Missy,
there's a girl."
I blanched. "But...But.."
"Missy!"
She gave me a sharp slap on my behind. Quickly, I scurried downstairs, then
opened up the front door for Marta.

She stood there, eyes narrowed, inspecting me. "If you worked for me, young
lady, you'd learn to dress properly, not running around like a floozy in your
underwear. I don't know how Princess puts up with it. You'd better never let
Dorothy see you that way! Here! Take these to your mistress!" She was holding
out two pairs of shoes.
"I'm not a lady." I said sharply, "and I won't have you.."
She reached in through the doorway and took a firm grip of my earlobe.
"Damn right you're not a lady!" She snarled. "You're a damned pansy-sissy.
That's what you are! Here!" And she let my ear go as she pushed the shoes
towards me.

"Aren't you coming in, Marta?" I said, docile now, taking the shoes from her.
"Maybe Princess wants to talk to you?"
"No. I know she's busy. If the shoes don't fit, bring them back to me. Right
away."
"Thank you Marta." I said meekly to her back as she turned and walked down the
hall.

On the way back upstairs, terror started to mount in me. Suppose the shoes
didn't fit? If I told Princess what Marta had said, would she send me up two
flights of stairs to return the shoes? Somehow, I was sure she would - and the
thought of going out in public in my new undies was more than I could bear.

But I needn't have worried. Marta's shoes fit me perfectly, and the heels were
reasonable in height. I couldn't figure it out. Marta had sent two pairs. The
pretty red ones that matched my undies with the heels was the pair I was
wearing. The others were a pair of low heeled brogues - almost like a pair I
owned myself.

Princess had changed into a pair of lounging pajamas and a matching robe while
she'd had me practicing walking in my new shoes. She sat at the chair in front
of her dressing table.
"Over here Missy. You can take the pins out of my hair, and give it a good
brush. Here, use this brush."

And, my hair in a lacy tie, my body encased in scarlet satin teddies, my legs
encased in smoky nylon, and wearing high heels, I stood like any lady's maid and
brushed my wife's long blonde hair. Every so often, her hand would snake out
behind her, and she'd caress my legs or tease the ruffled edge of my teddies or
panties.

After about ten minutes, she finally spoke. "You know why I've made you wear
these pretties, Missy?" She purred.
"Because I didn't iron them properly?" I asked hesitantly.
"Well that's the basic reason of course, but it's mainly to let you feel just
how uncomfortable it is to be wearing improperly ironed undies. Now do you
understand?"

I licked my lips nervously. "Not really Princess."
"Well you can tell the difference between them and properly ironed ones
- surely?"
Before I could respond, she giggled. "Oh, how stupid of me! You've never
really worn properly ironed undies, have you? So how could you possibly tell?
I can be so dopey at times!"

She giggled a little to herself for a moment then stood up. "There, that's
enough. Why don't you sit down, and I'll do your hair. Doesn't that sound like
fun?"
It didn't actually, but I wasn't going to be so stupid as say something like
that. In all honesty though, once she'd removed my hair band and had been
brushing my hair for a few minutes, I did find it very relaxing. So much so
that I got sleepier and sleepier.

In a real daze, I sleepily realized that she had stopped brushing my hair. I'd
been feeling the soft touch of her fingers at my throat, behind my ears and, for
some reason, at my wrists. Her touch was unusually cool, and a delightful
fragrance seemed to be enveloping us. I found myself leaning more into her
body, then her hands were tilting my face up towards her, and she was now
touching my lips, gliding her finger smoothly across them, giving feather light
little touches.

Then, I discovered that my mouth was sort of sticking together, and there was a
'perfume' taste on my tongue. I opened my eyes just in time to see Princesses
face coming down onto mine, her eyes gleaming in a way I'd never seen before.
Her hands were now behind my head, and she lifted me up until our lips met. We
hadn't kissed all that much, but this was far different than anything I'd ever
felt before.

There was still an element of 'stickiness' between us, and the her scent seemed
stronger somehow. Then, one of her hands left the back of my neck and started
down my body, caressing me under the satin clothing. The next thing, I was up
from the chair, and being led to the bed. On the way there, I had the
realization what was going on. It was my perfume I was smelling. It was my
lipstick that I was tasting, and I was being led to the bed like any young
bride.

And we consummated our marriage there. As to who played the normal roles, I've
no idea. I did have the male instrument, but I'm pretty sure it was used by her
in the manner she wanted. I was simply there as a sort of living vibrator -
with feminine trappings. I can't say I minded though - it was glorious. We
both came about the same time, then lay panting on top of the bed. I fell
asleep almost immediately.

I awoke to find her lips on mine, her arm possessively around me. I snaked my
arms around her neck and lifted my lips to kiss her. She climbed on top of me.
Straddled me, looking down and grinning a soft seductive smile. Traced her
fingertips down the underside of my arms.
"You're nice and soft.. Know that? I should have you put on a pretty nighty
last night. You're so like a girl. Do you like being all soft and silky and
sweet smelling? All submissive? I'll have to get you a new name - Melissa?
Priscilla? Margaret? Any of these you like?"

I couldn't help it. Giggled, and the sound that I made was decidedly girlish,
even to my ears. "Oh c'mon Princess." I then protested weakly. "That's not
fair."
"What's not fair? What on earth are you talking about?" She said, but she was
grinning.
"Well. It was you that made me wear these clothes. It was you that put the
perfume on me..."
"Oh shush Priscilla!" She said a little impatiently. "I'm only doing what you
want me to do. Here's an offer for you. I've decided that I'm going to put you
over my knee and spank you on your panties. If you can stop me? I'll never
call you by a girl's name again. I won't force you to put on girl's clothes, or
makeup, or perfume. But I'm going to spank you, amn't I? Do you know why?"
I shook my head, too frightened to speak.
"Because I'm stronger than you for one. Because I want to for two. Because you
want me to as well. So fight me. Let's see if you can stop me. Ok Priscilla?"

I felt a surge of pride rise in me. So she thought all these things, huh? I'd
show her! I got to my feet and started to struggle as soon as she got off me.

Without the appearance of the slightest bit of effort, she closed with me. I
saw our reflection in the mirrors around the room - and it closely resembled two
girls wrestling, little squeals and gasps coming from each, but not for long.
She had been right, she was much stronger than I was, and I found myself being
forced back onto the bed. Soon after, she was sitting down again, with me on my
back lying over her knees. Arms and legs weakly flailing I struggled, to
absolutely no avail - she even took the time to caress me through the material
of my undies and even adjusted one of the shoulder straps of my teddy while I
writhed in complete futility underneath her. Then she kissed me firmly. "Spanky
time dear." She whispered, and turned me over so that I was facing down.

Wriggling and writhing in my satin underclothes, I found myself gradually
accepting her domination. Squealing and whimpering, I felt her body tense as
she lifted her hand.

The spanking was a total surprise, consisting of a series of little 'love taps'
on my posterior. Trembling in total humiliation and subjugation, I finally lay
there, and tearfully admitted that the name Priscilla was to be her name for me
while we were alone, and that I'd always answer to it - like the good little
girl I was.
Finally, she let me up.
"Ok Priscilla. Need to get you fresh undies and pick out a dress for you to
wear to the office. You'll need to hurry and shower though. You've wasted a
lot of my time with this nonsense of yours. Dorothy might get real mad if
you're late and she thinks it's because you've been tarting yourself up."

"Undies? A dress? Tarting myself up? Princess! What are you saying! You
can't mean it!" I stammered vehemently.
"Course I can, you silly little goose." She argued. "It's about time you
dressed properly for your job."
"D.D.D.D. Dressed?"
"Yes. You're the office girl now, or hadn't that struck you - least that's how
it looks to me. Doing what Alice tells you. Running little errands for the
other girls. To my way of thinking, you may as well dress the part - and
anyway, I want you to start dressing like a girl."
"But they'll think it's me that wants to be dressing that way."
"Well, they're bloody stupid if they do. You're my little girl from here on -
and I want to be sure that everyone knows it! And anyway? If I want you to
start dressing like a girl, aren't you going to want that too? Just to please
me?"

I knew it was hopeless. She was already laying out a new set of satin undies on
top of the bed for me.
"Please Princess! Just one more day. Please?"
She paused, and I pressed some more. "Honest. I'll be good. Just one more
day. I'll put a dress on tomorrow. Please?"

She relented a little. "Well. Tell you what, let's compromise. You'll wear
your undies to work, but you can put your regular clothes on over them.."
"Oh thank you Princess. Thank you." I bubbled.
"I'm not finished yet!" She said sternly. "At lunchtime I want you to take
Alice with you to Melissa's boutique. There's a sweater there that I think
might look nice on you - a really pretty angora, yellow. I want you to go and
try it on. Make sure that the sleeves come halfway down your forearm. If they
don't? Get the green one instead. Melissa will know what one I'm talking
about. If they do? Buy it, then keep it on for the rest of the afternoon.
I gulped. "Wear it back to the office? But Princess.."
"Or you can put on a dress now. Let me see .."

I capitulated immediately. "But I'll need money Princess."
"To buy the sweater? No. I've got a charge there. As a matter of fact?
There's a really pretty shorty nightgown and robe set in yellow. Buy that for
yourself while you're at it. You can wear them tomorrow night."

I knew that my underwear straps were easy to see under my shirt, but everybody
in the office pretended not to see them, except Liz. She actually came and
snapped my bra strap, then gazed a challenge at me until I dropped my eyes. I
wasn't too comfortable with the fact that my nylons showed between the gap at
the bottom of my pants and the brown loafers of Marta's that Princess made me
wear - but no one made any comment with regard to that. There was one stroke of
luck. I had been frightened of what Mummy would say, but she didn't show up that
morning.

When I asked Alice to come to Melissa's boutique to help me buy a sweater, she
was really pleased. It wasn't too far from the office, so we just walked. It
being lunchtime, there were quite a few women in the store, who gave me curious
glances - that got even more penetrating when I had to try on the yellow angora
sweater.

I don't really know what I expected to do. Princess had made it abundantly
clear that I was to wear one of the sweaters back to the office, come what may.
Stupidly, I tried to avoid looking as if I were buying it for me.

Melissa herself met us. A small dynamic woman, she had all the poise and self
confidence of a successful entrepreneur, which she was.
"Ah!" She said, seeing Alice and I enter her shop. "You must be Missy?
Princesses husband?" She said this coming forward to shake my hand. I smiled
back at her and introduced Alice. The two women smiled at each other.
"There's a yellow sweater here that Princess is very keen on." I said to
Melissa. "Thought I'd pick it up?"
"Yellow sweater? Princess? She doesn't... Oh! You mean the one for you?"
I reddened. Quickly she put a consoling arm on mine.
"Oh Missy! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you. You just surprised me
is all." She said softly. "C'mon through. I know the sweater you mean and the
changing room is empty just now. I assume you want to try it on?"

What could I do? Meekly, I followed her through into another area, Alice
tagging along, pointing out some of the lovely clothes on display. Melissa
produced the sweater from nowhere. It was yellow. No doubt about it - a bright
lemony shade, soft and feminine looking.
"It's the sleeves that Princess is worried about.." I started.
"I know." Melissa said. "But I don't know what she's going on about. I've
told her that they're a modified dolman, and this size will have the sleeve
length just where she wants it - halfway down the forearm. Just wait till you
try it on - it'll be dreamy on you. You'll love it!"

She ushered us through into the fitting room which, as she'd said was empty.
Then she left Alice and me together. "You might need a hand with these back
fastening buttons. They're pretty tight until you've worn it a couple of
times." She said as she left. "Maybe your little friend can help? While
you're doing that, I'll get that nighty and robe set that Princess wants for
you."

I stood there, blushing. I knew that Alice was perfectly aware of my undies,
but the taking off of my jacket and shirt just seemed impossible. She helped
though. "C'mon Missy. Better get it on. I don't think you want to be changing
and have some other lady come in, do you?"
I shook my head, and divested myself of my jacket and shirt. She held the
sweater open for me as I dived into it as quickly as I could.

I have to admit that the angora felt wonderful over the satin material of my
undies - it even felt good where it rubbed against the bare areas of my skin
that it did come in contact with, though it was a little on the itchy side. The
sleeves came down to the middle of my forearms, just as Princess had requested.
This made me somewhat happier - at least I didn't have to try on another
sweater. Alice took some time with the small fasteners at the back. "They've
really made these loops for these buttons real tight. You'll maybe have to have
Princess help you get undressed tonight." She giggled. "But it feels so nice,
you maybe won't want to take it off, eh?"

The sweater was actually quite plain, apart from the fluffy look of the
material. Fitted quite loosely and seemed to round my shape out considerably.
Came down to about the hip level.
It was extremely feminine - and this wasn't diminished when Melissa returned and
'suggested' that she fill in my bra cups with a little tissue. This completed,
I was showing small, but unmistakably, feminine mounds.

I was sensually aroused by the feel of the sweater - and I was starting to
realize that there was an underlying enjoyment of the intense humiliation I was
undergoing in being effeminized. But more was to come.
"Think I'd better get back to the office." I said , my mouth dry with
excitement. "Where's my jacket?"
"Your jacket?" Melissa asked sharply. "You're not intending to wear that
grungy jacket over your new sweater? Surely not?"

"I can't go back to the office looking like this!" I said defensively.
"Well! We agree about that!" Melissa countered. "Quick! Get these pants,
garter belt and stockings off. I'll get you a nice pair of pants that'll go
with that sweater just lovely - or would you rather wear a skirt? If you would,
you can keep the garter belt and stockings on..."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, shaken. "I'm not going to take my pants
off.."
"You're not walking out of here looking like that!" Melissa said in no
uncertain tones.
"You want me to walk out of here in women's pants?" I asked incredulously.

Melissa looked amazed. "Missy? You've got satin teddies, panties, a bra,
nylons, women's shoes and, if my nose doesn't deceive me, you've had perfume on
within the last twenty four hours. These pants you have on are men's pants.
They do not go with the rest of your clothes. Not only that? They do not match
your new sweater! You walk out of here like that over my dead body! Get these
pants off!"
"But Melissa?" I began weakly, but was interrupted by Alice's hand on my arm.
"Missy? She's right. Why don't you at least try the pants she'll show you. If
you don't think they're right? Well?"
"But Princess didn't tell me to.."
"Trust me Missy!" Melissa broke in. "She probably didn't think about it.
She's one of my best customers. If I let you leave that way, she'd be really
mad at me. I'd stake my life on it."

"She doesn't like pantyhose at all." I said, trying to retain at least some
measure of authority.
"Boy! Do I know that!" Melissa said. "But as you can't wear any kind of
suspender belt under the pants I have in mind, I've got some nice thigh-highs
you'll like. Trust me, she won't hassle you."

I didn't like the feeling of the thigh-highs but the pants were cream colored,
smooth, soft, jersey type material that clung to my hips, then seemed to fall
away quite gracefully. There was a suggestion of my undies showing, but not
enough to worry about. I looked at the decidedly feminine man/ woman? Who
looked back at me from the mirror.
"That really is much nicer Missy." Alice whispered in my ear. "She's not just
trying to sell you something."

"Oh. Ok." I capitulated. Then realized that the pants had no pockets. Stood
helplessly patting myself on the rear-end.
"But my wallet Melissa? How am I going to carry.."

She held out a little clutch handbag towards me. "Here Missy. A little present
for being so good. I took the liberty of putting your wallet in there - and
some complimentary cosmetics." She looked at her watch as I took the small
handbag from her hand.
"Sorry deary. Gotta run. You look really nice. Here's your new nighty." She
handed me a paper carry-bag with the name of her store all over it. "Hope
you'll come back. Princess is a good customer. Hope you won't hold me making
you.."
"Melissa?" Alice interrupted. "I'm sorry. But would you have a hair tie?"
"Of course." Melissa answered. "But you don't ... Oh! I see!"

With that, she rummaged around in a drawer, then handed a yellow one over to
Alice. She looked at her watch again. "Sorry girls. Gotta run. Bye!"

I took a deep breath. Managed a shaky grin. "Guess it's time I faced the
world, eh?"
"Well Missy? Why don't you wear this hair tie? And maybe? Just a little bit
lipstick?"
I looked at my friend, almost in tears. "You too?"

She sighed. "Missy? You're almost looking like a girl now. With the hair tie
and a bit lipstick, nobody will give you a second look as we get back to the
office. Honest! I'm not being mean. You do look like a girl now. The handbag
helps, your sweater and pants help. But just a little more?"

We used the lipstick from my handbag that Melissa had given me - a sort of pale
orange. Then, my pony tail fanned out a little, and tied with a piece of
elasticized yellow ribbon - I wasn't given a second look as we strolled back to
the office, my carry bag advertising the fact that I shopped at Melissa's
boutique. I did shudder as we went in, but things weren't too bad that
afternoon - with one exception.

Dorothy - Mummy, I mean, came back to the office about two o'clock. She saw me
and made an exaggerated reaction that everyone saw, though she said nothing at
the time. A little while later, she came out of her office and cooing about how
'nice' I was beginning to look, put her arm around my shoulder and led me to a
clear area of the office, calling out to all the girls that she had something to
say. Once she had all their attention, she started.
"Isn't Missy looking nice today, girls?"
Everybody grinned and various complimentary remarks came from all sides.

Mummy smiled, then looked serious. "But there possibly just possibly, be a
problem here, that just crossed my mind."
I had no idea of what she was talking about, but knew that it, whatever 'it'
was, was going to humiliate me some more. I couldn't have been more correct -
maybe I was starting to develop the so-called 'feminine intuition'?
Mummy continued. "Now we have a ladies room and a gents room. Missy here has
always used the gents - as was only right and proper. But now, other than him?
The only other people who use it are customers, right? Now how do you think
some man would feel if he was in there .. Doing whatever it is that men do, and
Missy here came out of one of the stalls?"
The girls all laughed out loud. I heard someone say "Faint?"

"Zactly!" Mummy continued. "Now. I don't know about you, but I'd hate to lose
a customer that way. Bad for business?"
There was a chorus of agreement.
"So what I was just thinking? If none of you had any major objection? Maybe
Missy should start using the ladies?"
The response wasn't exactly enthusiastic, but there were no arguments either.

Mummy kissed me softly on the cheek. "Wasn't that nice of them Missy? Now you
can be even more like one of the girls. Aren't you going to say a nice thank
you?"
Spinelessly I answered. "Oh yes Mummy." Then I turned to my co-workers.
"Thank you ladies" I said. And, at three o'clock, handbag in hand, I joined
the ladies before the afternoon break. Alice worked on my hair as much as
circumstance, and the lack of equipment would allow, then had me freshen my
lipstick alongside Liz, who was using the mirror. When I left the office to go
home, there wasn't anybody I could think of who would take me for anything other
than a (rather shy) young girl.

Remembering the trouble I'd got myself into the day before for loitering on my
way home instead of hurrying to serve Princess, I didn't make the same mistake.
I was home much quicker.
As I let myself into the house, I heard the sound of women's laughter, and
someone saying "My god Princess, this place is huge! What do you have in mind
for all these rooms - and are you thinking of getting some a servant?"
"Not really.." I heard Princess say, as she and three young women about her age
swept into the foyer.

"Oh hi sweetie!" She called out noticing me. "My! You're home early today.
Come here and meet some of the ladies from the club. Sorry. I'd forgot to tell
you it's my turn to be hostess tonight." Then she turned to the women. "Girls?
I'd like you to meet my husband, Missy?"

All three of them were very sophisticated looking in tailored suits and blouses,
but almost all of them did comical double takes. One recovered quicker than the
others. "You did say 'husband' Princess?" Then she came forward and took my
hand. "Missy is it? A pleasure."
"Oh yes. He demands that I call him that." Princess said. "He gave me a real
lecture the other night. All about the responsibilities of husbands and wives -
and all that junk."

As the other two introduced themselves and shook my hand, one fingered the
material of my sweater. "My! Real angora! And such a pretty shade of yellow."
"Oh, I like him in yellow." Princess said, then spied the carry bag in my hand.
"Oh! And talking of yellow. Did you get that nighty and robe at Melissa's?"
Without waiting for a reply, she dove into the bag and pulled out the shorty
nighty, the matching robe - and the frilled panties.

"Ooh! That'll be a killer shade on him too." gushed one of the women. "Maybe
he could model it for us? Before the meeting starts?" She looked at her watch.
"We've still got ten minutes."
Panicked, I watched Princess think for a second.
"Nah." She said, shaking her head. "I need him for something else."
I felt a major sigh of relief leave my lungs.
She turned her attention back to me. "Sweetie? I'm sorry, but I don't want you
doing housework today. Ok? I just can't have you running around underfoot."
"Oh, all right Princess." I said happily. "Anything else? You said you needed
me for something?"

She started shoving the nighty and stuff back into my bag. "Yes. Well get this
hung up in your closet - and put the panties in your lingerie drawer. Then I
want you to go and have dinner with Marta."
My face was flaming at the further evidence of my femininity in front of the
grinning women, but I was still surprised.
"Marta?"
"Yes. Marta."
"But.."
"You can keep her company. Then about eight o'clock, the caterers will be
finished tidying away their stuff here, but I'll need someone to serve drinks
and after-dinner liqueurs, so I've asked her if she'd give you a hand."
"Give me a hand?"
"Yes - or would you rather do it yourself?"
"Oh no." I said blankly. "I'd appreciate her help."
"Fine!" Princess said. "Run and do what I said. And Missy?"
"Yes Princess?"
"Ask her if one of her uniforms will fit you - it'll be far more appropriate
that way - can't have my husband not dressed properly in front of my friends
now, can I?"

. . .

Later that night, tired from all the emotional excitement of the day, I was
sitting beside Princess. She wore a pretty coral robe over a slinky jade green
nightdress. I was wearing my new nightgown, robe, and panties. One of her arms
encircled me, the other lifted her balloon glass of brandy to her lips for an
appreciative sip. I was lying back comfortably in her embrace, my head on her
shoulder.

She put the glass back down on the table, then used her hand to turn my face
towards her. Examined me. Smiled.
"Can't believe how pretty you were when you came in with Marta. I mean, I could
really understand why some of my friends wouldn't believe you were my husband.
But at the same time, I keep wondering why they can't see how you just like to
help around the house?"
"I don't know Princess." I said.
She kissed me. Giggled.
"I really like you in lipstick Priscilla. Especially the nice red, wet looking
stuff. It's so nice when it's not me that has to worry about smearing it. But
to get back to what I was saying? When Marta brought you down I was kinda
disappointed - I mean you just looked like a maid for god's sake. Black dress
uniform. White apron, white cap. Then I noticed your hair. Couldn't believe
it - all permed and curled under your little lace cap. Then the earrings! Did
she hurt you when she pierced your ears dear, or were you a brave little girl?"

"I just cried a little bit." I whispered.
"But you're glad now, aren't you?" Princess teased. "Now you can wear all
sorts of nice earrings - just like me. I'll even lend you some of mine
sometimes. Won't that be fun?"
I snuggled into her, but she turned my face up and kissed me again, this time
caressing me on the frilled area of the nightdress that covered my breasts, then
running her fingers lightly down, over my tummy, to my straining erection.

"And Valerie? You know that redheaded friend of mine that ran her hand up your
dress? I hope you know that I really told her off later on?"
She paused. "Now don't cry Priscilla. She was only teasing.."
"I know Princess, but lots of your friends did it. Snapping my panty elastic,
snapping my bra strap.."
My face was turned up again.
"Lots of my friends? Which ones? Tell me, and I'll talk to them about it."
"Oh, it's ok now. I guess." I admitted.
"Well then. All’s well that ends well, eh? But why did Valerie say that your
backside was so warm?"

My eyes filled up again. "It wasn't my fault. Honest! Marta said I'd spilled
a drink, and it was one of the ladies. I told her it wasn't me, but she just
wouldn't listen and I..." I came to a stop as Princess laid a finger across my
lips.
"Hush now. Shhh. Go back to my question. What can you spilling a drink have
to do with your backside being warm?"

I flushed beneath my makeup. "Marta took me into one of the spare bedrooms and
spanked me for arguing." A tear rolled down my cheek. "It wasn't fair! It
wasn't me!"
"Priscilla! Stop that! Maybe it wasn't your fault. I believe you. Honest!
But you can't go around arguing with Marta. She's trying to help you..."
"By spanking me? When it wasn't my .."
"Oh so that's why your little ass was warm? I see now. Well, tomorrow, you
just be sure to go to Marta and tell her that you're sorry for having been such
a bad girl. And I think you'd better offer to help her the next time Dorothy
has somebody over. Don't you think that'd be nice? You can put on one of your
pretty uniforms and be a nice little maid again."

I took a deep breath. "But Princess? I'm not really a maid, am I? I mean, you
even introduced me to your friends as your husband. You did mean that, didn't
you?"
"Yes. Of course sweetie. But it really is very handy for me to have someone
who can be my maid at times - and we can't be asking Dorothy if we can borrow
Marta all the time now, can we? I mean, we've got to learn to stand on our own
two feet now, don't we?"

As she was asking me these questions, her fingers were beneath my chin, wagging
my head up and down in agreement.
"So ... My new bedroom? It's just for a little while?" I asked tentatively.
"Of course it is. But don't you see how handy it'll be? That way you can get
up and make breakfast in the morning without bothering me - and if I want you to
come to bed at night? Well then, all I have to do is ring the little bell for
you. Right?"

"Yes Princess. But I don't like sleeping by myself." I whimpered softly.
"Well I think that's most ungrateful of you. You've got a room that any maid
would be proud to have. Marta's going to make you more pretty uniforms. You'll
need all sorts of clothes for work - and you're not getting any of my closet
space here. And one other thing. You're not going to be sleeping alone that
much."

I smiled at her. "Honest?"
She kissed me again. "Well, I don't have that much of a sex drive, but Dorothy
is very interested in you. Wants to make you her girl. This way she can come
visit you without bothering me."
"But I'm your girl!" I protested, puzzled.
"Tut tut tut. How often must you be reminded? You're my husband! Could maybe
even call you a sissy maid - but you're a man to me. To Dorothy? You'll be her
girl! And if you don't know the difference? I'll bet she'll be glad to show
you. C'mere Priscilla. Let's see how pretty a husband you can be."
Her hand worked its way under my nighty and pulled my panties down.