Is This What I Wanted? -t

"But this is what you wanted isn't it?" my wife, Jenny asked imperiously.
"Yes Jenny." I humbly replied, feeling conscious of my maid uniform.
"Yes Mistress, you really must call me Mistress, if you want to be my maid."
She smiled from her chair.
"Yes Mistress." I simpered.
"That's better, now give me a nice curtsey." She sweetly said but with steel
in her voice. It was a sign of the way things were to become.
I curtseyed.
"Actually, you look quite sweet. "she cooed "Take your dress off. "
She had told me to change into my new white lingerie set before dressing, I
now thought I knew why. It had been some time since we had had sex but at the
mere though my heart raced. As gracefully as I could I removed my apron, dress
and cap.
I stood in front of her in my white lingerie set but soon realised that my
expectations were to be dashed. She surveyed me with something between pity
and disgust, there was no lust or desire. At her command I followed into the
cold garage. She shivered as she turned the light on,
"It is cold in here isn't it?"
"Yes Mistress." I replied wrapping my arms round myself to try to stay warm.
I offered no resistance as she passed a chain round my neck securing it with a
padlock.
"Be a doll and put it over the beam." She said to me in a businesslike way. I
used some steps to reach and using the same steps she padlocked it in place.
She then returned from my toy draw with some handcuffs which she duly secured
my wrists and ankles with. I had chained her in such a way during our past
bondage games. She had told me afterwards that she had felt totally exposed
and vulnerable to be secured in such a way, now it was my turn.
She stood in front of me, hands on her hips and checked I was secure. I
shivered.
"Cold?" she asked.
"Yes Mistress." I truthfully replied but receive no sympathy.
"Good."
Mischievously her hand snaked to my crotch and found my semi-hardened cock. I
grew exited again, perhaps sex after all?
"What a pathetic little toy you have, no wonder it never really satisfied me."
She mocked, I was crushed and then suddenly panicky when I heard a car arrive
in our drive.
"Good, that will be Caroline." She said her hand still toying with me through
my undies.
Caroline was her best friend, she had never seen me dressed but knew about my
little "habit." It was her who had suggested that I buy the lingerie set I was
wearing when she had telephoned last week.
She had known about my love of wearing frillies for some time.
Jenny went to let Caroline in then I could hear the sound of their chatter and
laughter that I knew so well. It was a few minutes before they appeared and my
anticipation began to build.
It would be the first time anybody but my wife had seen me "dressed."
I had fantasised about this, about Caroline and Jenny finding me dressed,
about having to serve them in a pretty uniform but this was different. Here, I
was trapped, there was nowhere to hide all I could do was wait helplessly.
They always took their time but eventually the back door into the garage
opened and the two women came through. In silence they stood and looked at me
then they approached and circled.
Caroline broke the silence.
"Well, well what a sight, he just let you do this."
"Yes, pathetic isn't it. It even excited him."
"No!"
"Yes, his little weeny grew!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
Then they both collapsed into laughter.
"What are you going to do?" Caroline asked.
"I thought I'd try it out, it must be nice to have a skivy, someone to do all
the chores and as a husband he is pathetic. So I'll give it a try. " Jenny
answered
"Why not?"
"With some work he will look presentable in a uniform and he wants to flounce
around like this, so what the hell."
"Right," Jenny said turning to me "I am going to release you, get you uniform
back on and serve us tea in the lounge. Then you can put all your male clothes
except for one pair of jeans and a sweat shirt into cases and put them in the
car. Get your girlie clothes and put them in the loft room, you are moving in
there."
I went to object at this point, it hadn't occurred to me that she would want
me to move rooms. She cut right across me,
"And that's enough of that, you have got your wish, now you can find out what
it really means to be a domestic servant. I will be up to inspect your room."
I went to object again, this time to ask about my clothes. This time she was
annoyed.
"Now listen, I really can not have this whinging and moaning all the time.
You are now the maid and maids do what they are told, when they are told to do
it.
Have you got that?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good, now get along with you."
"Yes Mistress."

My life has changed completely now.
My quarters are the loft room, which has been modified is several ways. The
door is lockable from downstairs where there is also a master switch for the
lights. There are two floor to roof posts which now have metal rings in
various places for securing me as required.
I have my own toilet and shower but the shower has no hot water to it. Every
morning I have to start the day with a cold shower.
My wardrobe consists of uniform dresses with some skirts and blouses, as a
concession, I'm allowed a to wear a skirt and blouse to go shopping in,
otherwise I always been in uniform when not in my room. Trousers and sweat
tops are forbidden.
My draws contain only feminine lingerie and night dresses. The panties are
full cut control panties to hold me in and must be worn with matching bras,
petticoats or slips. The colour and type of tights depends on the uniform,
pink uniforms require sheer tan tights, black uniforms, black tights.
The vanity table is well lit and I sit at it every morning to make myself
"presentable." Different levels a make up are required for various tasks.
Chores take place on weekday mornings and require minimum make-up just blusher
and lipstick. Serving in the evening or company requires a more, including eye
shadow and a more coloured lipstick, I am required to be that much more
decorative.
My normal uniforms all finish below the knee and the colour varies depending
on the time of day and activity. There are strict rules about my attire,
I wear light pink housecoats are for doing the chores. Light pink is also the
colour of the uniform dress for serving breakfast during the week with light
blue for weekends. Evening and uniforms for company are all black.
An essential part of my uniforms are my aprons and caps, these underline my
status to me and all who meet me.
Chores are done in flat shoes but at all other times I wear high heels.

Jenny's divorced mum was the next person I was presented to and she
immediately took to the idea. She had always felt the men were good for sex
and not much else, since I was not a real man it seemed to her to be the ideal
use for me.
She came to visit soon after I was put into uniforms. Jenny had allowed me to
retire to my room for visitors initially but would not hear of it while her
mum visited, much to my consternation.
"You really are going to get over this, you are no use to me hiding in your
room." Jenny said.
Her mothers face lit up when I answered to front door to me, Jenny had made it
quite clear that my blushes were not to be spared, I was to give her a full
curtsey. I had practised for hours and executed my best curtsey immediately
after I opened the front door.
She was a petite blond woman and as usual was dressed immaculately. Jenny
appeared and they embraced before I was sent to the car to get her bags. My
hesitation was met with a stern reprimand I just prayed no one would be around
I quickly retrieved her bags from her car.
When I returned from putting the bags in the guest room they were discussing
me. I was ordered to stand in front of them. Her mother was staying for the
week and I was to be her project.
By the end of the week there would be no more hiding in my room. Her mum was
going to work on my appearance, my deportment and my manners. If I didn't come
up to scratch at the end of the week Jenny would kick me out. This
concentrated my mind wonderfully.
From then on I spent a lot of time on my appearance. Her mum taught me about
make up, how to apply it, the need for regular adjustments to maintain my
appearance. I had to look pretty but not like a tart. This included nail
polish at all times. She settled on a wig for my hair initially and at the end
of her first morning she was quite pleased with her results.
I stood in front of her, in uniform and made up with my head bowed and my
hands clasped in front of me.
"How do you feel?" she asked me.
"Mistress?" I simpered in reply.
"How do you feel, standing there in that pretty little maids uniform, How do
the clothes feel?"
"Lovely Mistress." I answered almost too quickly, but they did.
"Right they do don't they and with some boobs and then you will be perfectly
acceptable and then there will be no more hiding in your room. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good, you begged Jenny to be her maid and now she has let you. The uniform
and appearance are an essential part of your duties, when you deal with people
they will know your position, your status.
Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good, this afternoon we will go to the village."
She spoke imperiously and it was clear I had no choice in the matter. I served
her lunch, I was not allowed any but I wouldn't have been able to eat anyway,
all I could think about was my impending trip. I was not ready for it but had
no choice. Before I knew it, it was time to get ready.
She thought for a moment then told me we were going to visit the local shop so
they could be introduced to my new status. It was therefore appropriate to
wear my apron and cap. She would drive us down.
She gave me no chance to think about it and object and in no time I was in her
car heading the two miles to the shop. My heart was in my mouth as we parked
upon arrival. She reminded me of my new status, told me to adopt a submissive
demeanour and only speak when spoken to.
We got out, I adjusted my dress and we entered. The shop was run by an Indian
gentleman and his wife, who both knew me well. They were both there with one
customer, a mature man Mr Walsh as we entered and were met with a stunned
silence. I didn't return anyone's stare but stared at the ground in front of
me.
"Hello everyone, "Jenny's mom started "you all know Andy don't you?"
"Er yes." Came several stunned replies.
"Well he was no good as Jenny's husband so she has allowed him to become her
maid."
She had the tone of a schoolmistress. There was more silence broken by Mr
Walsh.
"Really."
"Yes and I think the role really suits him."
"Yes, well he certainly looks like pretty little filly in that uniform!" he
continued.
I could barely believe what I was hearing as he spoke or as I then had to
twirl slowly for all to see.
"Is there enough to keep him going in that house?" Mr Walsh eventually asked
after some discussion about my appearance "Only I could use some help, I do
hate housework."
"Why that is what an excellent idea.
I'll talk to Jenny." She replied to my consternation.
As I heard his words and could feel his eyes on me, undressing me. As we left
Jenny's mother took Mr Walsh's phone number and told him that I would ring
him. It was not a phone call I looked forward to.
We duly went home and she debriefed me about my first public outing. I had so
much to learn but had done well. She was going to punish me though for several
reasons, I was still too ungamely, too reluctant to be seen in public but
mainly because she could. I was to report to her at four in the study.
I was on time but she made me wait for no apparent reason. Then when she had
me enter the study she made me wait some more.
"Don't fidget." Was all she said.
When she was ready she sent me upstairs to her case. In it I would find a
riding crop which I had to bring to her.
She put the crop on the table next to her and addressed me.
"Well my little flower, how many of these do you deserve?"
I hesitated and she went on,
"Well you deserve a few just because you are such a pansy, I think ten."
She paused and looked at me,
"Yes ten, you'll have a sore bottom in your frilly little panties.
Lift up your dress and petticoat and bend over the table."
I bobbed a curtsey and complied. She had me put my hands on my head before
sliding my panties and tights down. Standing directly behind me she used her
feet to spread my legs apart. She then spent some time stroking my bottom
remarking what a nice smooth ass I had and making my cock stir.
Then she took up position to land the blows and said,
"What a pretty little ass you have. Now I want you to count each stroke in a
little girls voice. When I finish you may approach me, thank me and kiss the
crop.
Understand?"
I understood but was not prepared for what happened next. She took off her top
clothes revealing sexy undies. She then awarded me two more strokes for
staring.
I had caned myself before but nothing prepared me for this pain. After the
third stroke I could barely utter the word three. They were not quickly
delivered, there was an age between each one, allowing the pain and
humiliation to consume me.
After the sixth stroke she put the crop down next to my head before removing
her black panties. She then put them under my face by my nose carefully
arranging them so I caught her full aroma.
I had to lift my face, I was not allowed to touch, only smell.
The blows then continued up to twelve. With some difficulty I raised myself
and was not able to rearrange myself quickly enough to hard my hard on. She
noticed it with a pitiful look.
"So you like being cropped do you sissy boy?" she asked me when I curtseyed to
her.
"Yes Mistress." Was all I could think to simper remembering how sexy her aroma
was.
"Pathetic."
"Thank you for correcting me Mistress." I continued before bending to kiss the
crop, which was on her lap.
"Bring me my knickers." She ordered, I bobbed a curtsey and complied but she
didn't take them.
"You enjoyed smelling these didn't you?" she asked contemptuously.
"Yes Mistress." I truthfully replied, flushing, having learned not to hesitate
"Pathetic isn't it, smelling women's knickers, women's worn knickers." She
mused
"Yes Mistress."
"But that is what you are isn't it, pathetic, a pathetic little pervert?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Well, pathetic little pervert, you may kiss them."
"Mistress?"
"Kiss them, tenderly. You know you want to, don't you."
I lifted them to my lips closed my eyes and letting the aroma fill my nostrils
kissed them, savouring the moment. Crushed and in pain I opened my eyes to
find her looking at me in triumph.

Mother and daughter were very similar in their look, they were both feisty and
being together brought this to the fore, they egged each other on.
Several evenings into her mothers visit they were discussing me as if I wasn't
there. I was though, in a black evening uniform and standing with my hands
clasped in front of me and head bowed by the door of the lounge, awaiting
instructions.
In truth I was tired having spent another day being trained by her mother but
unlike other evenings I had not been dismissed so I could eat their leftovers
and then retire to bed. I was hungry.
When they spoke to me now they both had the tone of talking to someone who was
inferior, rather dumb. When speaking to each other they communicated much
quicker, always with much amusement as they went along.
"You've done wonders with his appearance." Jenny said looking at me over the
back of the sofa as she sat down.
"Yes, it is much better isn't it, the wig and falsies really help." she
replied.
"Mm, quite the little lady!" at which they both giggled.
"Now," mother went on "about Mr Walsh?"
"Well I don't see why not, will our little maid be safe though?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well. Mr Walsh is a dirty old sod, isn't he. He is always leering at me."
"He certainly leered at your maid."
"Did he?"
There was more laughter and I flushed.
"Yes." Her mother said standing up and approaching me "The thing is you don't
need to care what Mr Walsh does, I mean as long as it doesn't permanently
damage our little sissy he can do what he wants."
She stroked my cheek and checked under my chin for stubble. I had agreed to
take drugs that would inhibit male hair growth, female hormones. She seemed
satisfied.
"I expect he will expect other things as well as cleaning the house, but he is
willing to pay you and the money will come in useful to keep pansy here in
frillies."
I knew I was in no position to argue or indeed speak. They were not talking
too me but about me. A couple of times they told me not to fidget but I was
becoming uncomfortable at the though of going to Mr Walsh's house. Especially
after they decided that I should call him and offer to wear a short frilly
uniform.
They also decided to refer to me as Pansy and she. It seemed ridiculous
talking about me as a he when I looked and dressed in feminine clothes. So my
last duty that evening was to phone Mr Walsh.
He answered.
"Hello Mr Walsh it's Andi here." I simpered
He was surprised, somewhat taken aback but then recovered his composure.
"Hello, what can I do for you?"
I was aware Jenny and her mother would be eavesdropping on the conversation, I
had been warned to be respectful and sound like a maid.
"Well Sir, I understand you want me to come and clean your house."
"Well yes, that would be lovely, when can you come."
"My Mistress thinks that next Tuesday would be a good day." I said knowing
what I was going to have to ask next and hearing anticipation in his voice
already as he replied.
"Excellent, Tuesday would be excellent."
There was a lull as I plucked up courage to say
"Now Sir, about your uniform requirements."
"Naturally I shall expect you in uniform." He replied.
"Yes Sir, there are several choices." I said and listed off my uniforms ending
with the words "and a French style Sir"
"French style eh.?" he repeated
"Yes Sir, it is a short black flared one."
"Ah, it shows off your legs then?"
"Yes Sir."
In the background I could hear the women surppressing their helpless giggles.
"Well that sounds nice, perhaps with a nice pair of stockings?"
"If you wish Sir."
"I do wish."
When they heard he wanted me in stockings the women were helpless again.
"Stockings eh?"
"Not much cleaning going to go on there!"
"Well, not that sort of cleaning."
Before dismissing me mother addressed me, her daughter silent just watched.
"Now listen pansy, next Tuesday, when you go to Mr Walsh's you will be
perfectly turned out and you will see he is satisfied. If he has any
complaints you will be in trouble.
You will be pleasantly compliant doing what ever he requires willingly, with a
little smile.
Understand?"
Before that visit however, there were more humiliations to live through.
Mother had decided that my progress needed to be speeded up, yes there were
the hormones and yes I was now permanently in female clothes.
The problem, she told Jenny over the phone one morning while Jenny was at
work, was my undies. They weren't feminine enough, in fact they were downright
boring. I wore matching colours but I needed matching sets and they needed to
be more lacy, more frilly. This would emphasise my non-male sissy status and
be a constant reminder to me of my position, every time I moved.
After the conversation she took me into town to start my collection, mail
order often took a few days to arrive and she didn't want to wait.
Before leaving I had to wait for her in my room in my bra and panties.
"This is exactly my point, look at you, creased petticoat, chipped nail polish
on your toes.
What a slut, get your hands up."
I put my hands on my head and she came round behind me and started to adjust
my undies and petticoat. She pulled the petticoat round my waist so the label
was in the correct place then smoothed my ass. Involuntarily I moaned and her
hand came round to my stirring tool.
"Well, well my little sissykins, what have we here?" she said manipulating me
through my nylon undies.
"We can't go shopping for pretty undies with a hard weenie can we?"
"No Mistress." I said breathlessly.
"No, what are we going to do about it then, eh, what shall we do about it?"
"Ah, ah, I don't know Mistress." I gasped stimulated but dreading what was
going to come next.
"Well I think you need milking, then you'll be able to concentrate on looking
good for the job in hand won't you." She sweetly said as she stopped
manipulating me.
Equally sweetly she sent me for one of my food bowls and a spoon. She wanted
to make sure the job was done properly so she had me pull my panties and
tights down before putting my hands on my head again. She lifted my petticoat
out of the way. Expertly and with that feminine touch she started to
manipulate me again.
"Look and learn," she said "I very much expect you will be handling quite a
few of these."
I came into the bowl in no time then she had me kneel down next to her.
With the sweetest smile she said "And my sweet little thing, you will be
tasting your fair share of this." as she fed me my cum, turning each spoonful
over in my mouth onto my tongue so I got the full taste.
So I prepared myself to go out again for yet another bout of humiliation.
Thankfully she decided I wasn't ready for public transport yet so she drove. I
sat demurely in the front seat with my legs together and my hands on my lap
wearing a white blouse and long black skirt. I was still not used to being out
en-femme so I felt everyone was looking at me.
I was also rigid with fear, at the thought of shopping for lingerie in a
department store but to my relief we drove to a little lingerie shop. My
mother in law was warmly greeted by the lady in the shop, who looked at me
with a knowing smirk on her face. She was about thirty and dressed in a tight
short black skirt and top. She was quite sexy.
"And what have we here?"
"This," she replied with an equal smirk "is my son-in-law."
The shop keeper was taken aback.
"Son-in-law?" she repeated incredulously, with mock surprise.
"Yes, son-in-law and I've come hear to sort out his, or shall we say her
lingerie."
The shop keeper looked me up and down as mother in law went on to explain the
situation with some enthusiasm.
"You see she loves dressing in feminine clothes and so my daughter has decided
she can have the full experience, she is going to be the house maid.
And I think she should be as feminine as possible.
You know gorgeous it is to wear pretty lingerie, how feminine it makes you
feel?"
"Mmmm yes, it's lovely."
"Exactly, I want this little madam to know that feeling. Trapped in lingerie."
"But I know about these men, I've had them in here before, they, well, can get
rather exited wearing frilly undies. Won't she spend the whole time turned on,
a state of permanent arousal?"
"Yes I'm sure she will, feeling sexy lingerie next to her skin will drive her
mad."
"Ah I see." The shop lady replied fully understanding my mother in law.
She decided to send me out the back and told me to strip naked to try on the
various collections. They agreed that full cut panties were required to hold
me in, even though there wasn't much to hold. The shop keeper insisted I wore
my high heels with each set so I moved better.
As I paraded up and down my mother in law told the shop assistant about her
last purchase, a black teddy set. Her latest boyfriend had loved it and wanted
her to get a red one. She had enjoyed several nights of passion in it. The
women discussed various things, including me and my appearance but I was never
consulted, just given an order every so often.
They were enjoying themselves and so was I. The lingerie was lovely, sexy and
feminine and to my utter embarrassment my tool stirred again. They both
noticed immediately.
"What have we here?" the shop lady asked in mock disgust
"I can't understand it I milked her before we came." Mother in law replied.
They both looked at me as I went to hide my further embarrassment. I was
immediately told to my hands behind my back. I couldn't help it my penis
jerked up a couple of times through the panties and petticoat I was wearing at
the time.
The two women burst into helpless laughter.
"Is that the best she can do?" The shop lady spluttered.
"Yes, it's tiny isn't it. The poor little tart can't help herself, she'll have
a constant little stiffy."
At which there was more laughter. My mother in law approached me and rubbed my
crotch. I flinched at her touch.
"I think we'll take these, now she's made a mess in them." She continued.
The shop keeper approached as well and they discussed what and how many I
needed. Mother in law continued to rub me. Mockingly she said as I closed my
eyes,
"That's right my little sweet, from now on you will be in frillies and you
will be able to close your eyes and imagine my rubbing you, just like this."
"Please no, please." I stuttered.
"And who said you could speak bitch." She hissed. She had gone from mocking
pity to anger and she stopped rubbing me. "I'll deal with you later, get you
dress back on."
Later she recounted the tale of my pitiful lack of control to Jenny after
their dinner. Jenny wasn't in the least surprised, she knew I was a "dirty
little sod." The two women agreed that I was well suited to my new role but
they had reservations.
What my mother in law needed was more time so they decided I could extend my
training by moving to her house. Her boyfriend knew all about my position and
couldn't wait to meet me.
Once again I was taken aback and must have gasped.
Her mother addressed me.
"Well what did you expect, Jenny would like some space, after all she's an
attractive woman. I expect you'll see her from time to time.
Now run along and pack. I'm going to check your case and I want you to
remember you are a faggot. You won't have any need for any male clothes."
"No Miss." I simper
"No Mistress." She corrected me "I am now your Mistress and you will address
me a such."
And so my life changed completely, my little loft room is at my mother-in-laws
but she is no longer my mother in law as Jenny divorced me and as for Mr
Walsh, well that is another story.

Sissy Tec Part 1 -t

"Well, now, is Nana Margaret's little sissy awake after her nappy-poo?
Isn't Stephanie just the most darling little baby girl in her pretty
pink party dress with all the frilly petticoats? Your Mommy Penny
dressed you just like a little doll. All those lovely blonde curls
under that great big bonnet. And such cute frilly white ankle sox and
Mary Janes. It's too bad our little sissy can't walk, but all your
muscles are sooo weak from the drugs Auntie Jessica puts in Stephie-
wephie's formula. Oh, and you can't talk either, can you my sweet
poopie panties. Auntie Jessica's training program has reduced you to an
infant. All you can do is sucky-wucky on your pacifier and say goo-goo
and gah-gah.

Oh, don't look at me like that with those big blue eyes. I know that
you remember how you used to be Mommy Penny's husband, Steve. You
weren't much of a man. She told me and Auntie Jessica all about your
tiny pee-pee. It's so cute now, tucked inside your big fluffy diapee
underneath the rows and rows of lacey ruffles on your pretty rhumba
panties. I could just eat it up. Maybe I will later. You like Nana
Margaret milking your sissy cream. It's not good for much else. It was
too weak to make babies. Mommy Penny told me and Auntie Jessica all
about that too. I told her to divorce you, but Auntie Jessica said no.
If you couldn't make babies, then you could be a baby. That's when
Auntie Jessica got the idea for her new company, SissyTec. She was
always so good at business and she knew there must be lots and lots of
women who would like to turn their worthless husbands or disgusting
little boys into sissies. All they needed was the right sissy
technology and you were just right to test it on.

Mommy Penny is pretty, but Auntie Jessica is a knock out. She always
dresses in tight black skirts and high spike heels with her great big
boobs popping out of her sheer blouses. She knew how you couldn't say
no to her. When she asked you to help with the research for her new
company's training program, you never even asked about it. You just
started taking the special drink before bed and listening to the tapes
while you slept. The hypnotic sedative Auntie Jessica used worked so
well. Each night you slipped more and more into babyhood. You didn't
even know it.

After a few nights, you started wetting the bed. You couldn't
understand what was happening to you. Mommy Penny said she talked to
the doctor and it was probably just a bladder infection. She told you
he wanted you to take some pills and wear a diaper at night. You
couldn't know that the tapes made you want to be a baby. A little girl
baby. So you let her put you in a diaper and rubber pants. Pink rubber
pants with little hearts and flowers. She told you that was all she
could find and you let her because the tapes were making you more and
more submissive. Penny was your mommy and little sissy baby girls
always do what their mommy tells them.

Mommy Penny wanted you to wear a pretty baby-doll nighty too. It was
pink to match your rubber pants and had lots of ruffles around the hem
and puffy sleeves. You looked so adorable. You didn't know that I came
over to see you after you fell asleep. You were all curled up and
sucking on your thumb. The tapes made you want to act like a baby. And
the pills from the doctor. They were really a diuretic and very
powerful laxative. They would make sure that you filled your diaper
while you slept and that there was quite a stinky load when you woke
up.

Mommy Penny pretended to be very angry and you were humiliated when she
invited me over and discussed your problem with me right in front of
you. She said that you had to wear your diaper and nighty all day, so
there wouldn't be any more accidents. She even left me there when she
went shopping so you would get used to Nana Margaret babysitting you.
You weren't very happy when I told you that the doctor thought you
might have a stomach bug and wanted you to eat soft foods. That big
bowl of mush I gave you, it was full of special drugs that Auntie
Jessica was developing. Powerful hormones to stop your body hair from
growing and give you a girlish figure and a mild tranquilizer to take
away what was left of your will power. From then on, you had no choice
but to obey us. When you had bad stomach cramps and wanted to use the
bathroom, I told you no, only grown ups use the bathroom. You had to go
in your diaper. Now you have no control over your poo-poo or pee-pee
any more, do you sweety-kins? You wet and make icky in your diapee all
the time for Nana Margaret like a good iddle sissy baby girl.

After a few weeks on Auntie Jessica's sissification program, you
transformation was complete. You were sucking on your pacifier,
drinking from a baby bottle, lost your ability to walk and talk and
wore a diaper and plastic pants all the time. Auntie Jessica was so
pleased. You made such a wonderful tester that she couldn't wait to try
out all of the other SissyTec products she was working on. Do you
remember the vibrating butt plug. It was sooo big, we weren't sure it
would fit in your tight little rosebud, but Nana Margaret lubed it up
with a big gob of petroleum jelly and worked it right in, didn't she
snookums-wookums.

Baby Stephie liked Nana Margaret sticking that great big butt plug up
her ass and wiggling it around. We left it vibrating in you for ten
minutes. Your little pee-pee almost got stiffy and you dribbled out
sissy cream. I spooned it up and fed it to you. Wasn't it delish? Mommy
Penny says that one of these days she's going to bring her little sissy
baby girl home a whole condom full of real man's spermies. Yum, yum.
And Auntie Jessica has lots of other products to test on you. Oh, don't
fuss so. I know that some of them hurt, but not every mommy wants to
treat her sissy as nicely as Nana Margaret and Mommy Penny treat their
little sissy baby girl. Auntie Jessica needs to know if the products
work before she offers them in her catalog. After all, she has become
very rich thanks to you and she wouldn't want to disappoint her
customers. You know her company slogan, "Better sissies through
technology."

Oh, my, is Nana Margaret's sweet babykins wet? You can't control
yourself anymore, can you my darling sissy baby, and from the smell you
have stinky poopies in your diapee too. That big baba full of Auntie
Jessica's special sissy formula that Mommy Penny gave you before she
went out did the trick. Don't cry my little baby doll. Nana Margaret is
going to change you. I know you still remember when you were a big
strong man, but Auntie Jessica and Mommy Penny took care of that. All
of the hypnotic therapy and drugs Auntie Jessica has used on you turned
you into a sissy baby girl and the changes are permanent. You will be
sweet little Stephanie forever. I'm sure if Auntie Jessica hadn't
injected that paralyzing drug into your vocal cords you would say thank
you to Nana Margaret for being such a good sissy baby sitter instead of
making baby sounds.

There, there, Miss poopie panties. Lets get your dirty diapee changed.
Isn't this SissyTec convertible just the bestest invention It's a great
big crib for adult babies with strong metal rails to hold them in.
Mommies need to keep control of their sissies. The leg and arm
restraints built into the mattress see to that, don't they honey bunny.
And whee, see how the mattress moves up, up, up when I push this
button. The crib becomes a changing table. Now, lets pull down your
frilly willy rhumba panties and undo your diapee. Ewww, you are a
smelly baby girl. And look darling sissykins, the shackle to which your
leg restraints are attached is on the end of a pole that comes up from
the mattress when I push this other button and pulls your adorable
little bottom into the air. That way mommies can wipe and slide a clean
diapee underneath their sissy's bum bums without releasing them. Hasn't
Auntie Jessica just thought of everything to make it easy for mommies
to handle their sissies. Men are such useless creatures and boys grow
up to be men if you let them. I don't know why every woman doesn't do
it. There doesn't Stephie Wephie feel like a new baby girl with her
nice clean diapee.

Now it's time for another baba. You know that you have to be feed every
hour, so you will keep you diapee nice and full. Auntie Jessica always
tells the mommies who buy her SissyTec products that it is very
important for them to remind their sissy babies that they have no
control over themselves by always having a great big stinky squishy
load in the pants. Drink it all up sweetie pie and don't fuss so or I
will have to tell Mommy Penny that you didn't behave. All that castor
oil that Auntie Jessica mixes into her special formula is supposed to
make it taste bad and give you cramps. You remember the last time that
you didn't do what you were told. Mommy Penny put you in the SissyTec
paddle whacker machine. That was one of Auntie Jessica's best
inventions. Mommies got sooo tired from swatting their little sissies
butts and disciplining them wasted sooo much of their time. Now all a
mommy has to do is pull down her sissies panties, strap her over the
discipline bench and turn on the rotating paddles. She can even set the
controls for how many strokes and to alternate cheeks, like a hand or
hairbrush spanking, or both at the same time for a real strapping. I'll
bet you remember how your little cheeks got pinky, then rosy red and
how you cried when the leather paddles kept going whacky, whacky,
whacky until it felt like your behind was on fire. Auntie Jessica says
that one or two sessions with the paddle whacker and a sissy baby will
never disobey her mommy again.

Oh, the telephone. Don't move my darling sissy. Ha, ha, you can't, can
you? No. You're completely helpless. Nana Margaret will be right back.
Guess what Stephie. That was Auntie Jessica. She has some new products
she wants to videotape you using, so she can demonstrate them. Won't
that be sooo much fun. While we're waiting, I want you to play with
your rattle for me.

Oh, don't give me such a sad face. You look so adorable holding your
baby rattle. Now we have to put you back up on the changing table to
put in your conditioning plug. That is one of Auntie Jessica's most
popular SissyTec products. It gives a sissy quite a big electric shock
to help her learn how to behave. You remember how it works. There's
something in the rattle that activates the plug if you don't keep it
moving. First the pretty chime to get your attention if you stop and
then, oh my! I can still see the tears in your eyes and your little
body shaking when it went off. It didn't take too many of those before
you learned to keep rattling. Auntie Jessica says that's called
conditioning.

There, Nana Margaret has Stephie's plug all slippery slidey and ready
to stick in. Here we go. Oh, you took it like such a nice sissy. Lets
put our diapee and pretty rhumba panties back on and here's you rattle,
my darling. White with pink bunnies and Auntie Jessica even put you
name on it. See, it says, "Sissy Baby Stephie." Oh, of course, you
can't read. You're just a baby now. But that's what it says. Shakey,
shakey, shakey, rattle, rattle, rattle. That's my good little sissy
baby. I'll be back when Auntie Jessica gets here in about an hour.
Auntie Jessica says that's the best thing about her SissyTec
conditioning system. Mommies don't have to waste their time watching
their sissies and correcting them. The sissies punish themselves if
they're bad. Bye bye, baby. Don't stop or you know what will happen!

Wasn't that the funnest. You have been playing with your rattle for
almost an hour. You must be a very tired little girl. I know what.
While we're waiting, we can use the SissyTec Milkamatic! Auntie Jessica
says it's one of her best sellers. Mommies love the convenience of
being able to milk their sissies without getting messy. Okay, up on the
changing table and Nana Margaret will take off you panties and diaper.
There's that adorable little pee pee. See, the cuff on the end of the
suction tube slips nice and tight over your little pricklet to catch
all the dribbles. Ohhh. Stephie weffie's little dicky doodle is all
soft, but Nana Margaret's going to take care of that. First we have to
take out the conditioning plug. Then I'm going to put on the SissyTec
Rub-a-Glove with the tushy tickler finger and stick it way, way up your
tight little ass. There see, a great big gob of jelly and up, up, up,
all the way in. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. In and out. In and out. Isn't
that soooo nice. Sissy babies like their poopers massaged, don't they
honey buns. Give Nana Margaret a great big sissy baby smile and say goo
goo, gah gah or she won't start the milking. Yes, that's it. Let me
hear that sweet sissy baby talk.

Okay, here we go, sucky wucky, sucky wucky goes the pump. Yes, yes.
That's such a good little sissy baby. Make nice milkies for Nana
Margaret. See, it all goes down the tube and gets collected. Mommies
can set it on auto-cycle and milk their sissy babies all day long. Then
when they come back they have ever so much milkies to give them. And
you know the best part, don't you? Yes you do, snookums wookums. We can
fill up your SissyTec Nursing Pacifier, so that little sissy babies
like you can enjoy the taste of their own spermies all day long. Mmmm,
you can't wait can you, my little cum lover. But I think you're going
to have to. I hear Auntie Jessica's car. And look. Oh, you can't look
can you? Well, if you could, you'd see that Auntie Jessica is bringing
in a great big box and I'm sure it's a wonderful new SissyTec product
for you to try. Hi Jessica dear. You sissy baby niece and I are ever so
curious to find out what you have in the box.

Hi, Mom. I see you have Stephie all ready for her video demo. I can't
believe how much money this useless sissy has made for me. Not to
mention how much pleasure I get from his total transformation from
Penny's macho husband Steve into a helpless baby who has no control
over his bladder or bowels. Does Stephie weephie like to make poopies
and pee pee in her diaper. Ohh, you're so adorable now. Do you remember
what life used to be like before I took control of you? Now, you're
just my ickle biddy babby, aren't you? Yes, diddle dums you are! Well,
Auntie Jessica has some nice new SissyTec products for you to try. We
have two new conditioning products I want to shoot. Patty should be
here with them and the video equipment soon, but while we wait, I want
to try out one of SissyTec's newest specialty products. This is the
Auto Diaper Wiper.

I don't think it's something Penny will let me try on Stephie. She
still cares for the jerk, even though she's let me use my SissyTec
products to turn him into a mindless sissy baby. But we've had requests
from some mommies who don't think that sissification is enough for
their husbands or sons without extreme humiliation and punishment for
whatever they've done. Hopefully, Stephie has a full diaper and I can
show you how it works. No? You just changed her. Well, here, I brought
a big jar of SissTec baby food. It's loaded with laxatives. A bowl full
of that and Stephie will poo her brains out. Go ahead and feed her
while I set it up.

There. And she's finished her whole bowl like a good little sissy baby.
Why don't you give her a big bottle of formula too. I want a really
full diaper to test. Oh, look at her face all scrunched up. Yes,
dearest Stephie, go ahead and make a great big squishy mess in your
diaper for Auntie Jessica. Okay, now Mom, take off her diaper, open it
up and place it with the messy side up in the cleaning compartment.
Close the door and the machine starts automatically. See the series of
lights. That tells the mommy that the machine is processing. The first
yellow light is the removal stage. The diaper is pressed against a
screen that forces the contents out. Then the second yellow light is
the collection stage. A vacuum squeegee sucks it all up and drains it
into a collection chamber. The third yellow light indicates that the
poo and pee is being sterilized and homogenized. Finally, the green
light comes on when the mixture is ready. Ahh, see. Just the perfect
consistency for force feeding the disgusting concoction. One mommy has
been mixing it by hand and putting it into mini ice cube trays. Then
she puts pacifiers in and freezes them. When they come out, the
pacifiers have a thick coating that slowly dissolves in her sissy
baby's mouth. She has already placed an order for the first production
model of the Diaper Wiper to keep up a steady supply of what she calls
her poosicles.

I wonder if Penny would care if I gave the precious little sissy a
feeding from her dirty diaper. A spoonful or two of poopies and
peepees. Doesn't it look ever so tasty, Stephie? Oh, don't make such a
face. Even if you could talk, you wouldn't tell on your Auntie Jessica,
would you? Not if you know what's good for you. She just might put you
on the nice Paddle Whacker machine and forget to come back for an hour
or two. Would little miss fussy like to have her bottom blistered so
she can't sit down for a week? No? I didn't think she would. Then open
wide.

Oh, Mom. You always spoil my fun. Well, Stephie, there's lots more
where this came from and Nana Margaret won't always be around. One of
these days Auntie Jessica and her sissy baby niece are going to have a
nice little party, just the two of us and a great big bowl of special
din-din for ickle widdle baby Stephie to eat awllll uppp. And when you
finish it, a great big bottle of Auntie Jessica's morning potty juice
to wash it down.

That reminds me, Mom. We are adapting the Diaper Wiper technology to an
automated Punishment Potty. Most of our mommies like to watch the
expression on their baby's face while they're being fed their diaper
dinner, but this new system will let them strap the sissy into a potty
chair which will collect all of her poo and pee, prepare it, combine it
with a nutrient liquid and then pump it through a feeding pacifier. The
best part is that the pacifier is equipped with our latest SissyTec
computerized micro system. It monitors the flow of the mixture, which
controls the pump. The sissy has to suck and swallow at a constant
rate. If she stops or slows down, the pump forces more into her mouth
and she has to swallow it or gag. After a few sessions of choking and
having the disgusting stuff dribbling out their nose, they get the idea
and after that they can be fed endlessly.

You see, the whole problem of turning a useless husband or nasty little
boy into a simpering sissy was how much time the mommy had to spend on
training and management. SissyTec makes it easy for her. All she has to
do is use one of our automated products and go about her business. Like
the Punishment Potty. We can provide a closed-circuit television system
so that she can watch her sissy suffer from anywhere in the house while
she relaxes or invite a few girl friends over to enjoy the sissy's
total submission and humiliation live or on videotape. Speaking of
videotape, where is that Patty, she was supposed to be here by now with
the new products. Oh well, little Stephie babykins isn't going
anywhere, are you diddle dum?

TO BE CONTINUED

Nanny -t

"That was very nice." Leslie said contentedly after Anne had cleared off most
of the table between us and left the room. She looked out through the window at
the grounds. "Lovely!" she sighed. "I always just love coming here! So
tranquil. So peaceful!"
I smiled across the table at her. "Like some coffee now Leslie? Black if I
remember? I'll pour."
She gazed at me and dabbed her lips with her napkin. "That would be lovely Alan.
Thanks."

She settled back as I poured. I wasn't sure why she'd wanted to speak to me but
being the principal lawyer for Muriel's estate I certainly wasn't going to
decline. She was an outspoken feminist and after Muriel's death I must admit
that I'd done some prying to discover if there were any way I could replace her.
That hadn't happened. I knew Muriel always took care of business, but I
quickly found out that everything was tied up into Leslie's capable hands. On
top of that? I knew that I was a dilettante at business so soon settled back
into a life of idleness and comfort.

"Very nice Alan," Leslie said after taking a sip of coffee. "But I suppose that
I'd better get down to business."
"Oh drat!" I said softly. "I thought this was just a social call."
She smiled. "I love coming here dear. But business is business." She opened up
a leather brief case and extracted a folder. Opened it and placed it on the
table in front of her.

"You must be well aware that I am a feminist Alan – and I truthfully hope you
don't mind. I can't help but be happy about being the chosen conservator of a
large estate when it is one of the most perfect examples of a matriarchy that I
have ever seen, and if it shows at times? You have my apologies in advance."
She took another sip of her coffee, her bright eyes smiling at me. Looked at
the folder again as if to remember what it contained, but I knew that the
contents were memorized.

"You weren't poor when you married Muriel." She continued. "But she was rich.
Damned good at staying that way too. Quite frankly dear? She simply swallowed
your estate and made it part of hers." She looked at me with a quiet challenge
in her eyes.
I felt uneasy. Shrugged. "I didn't mind. Muriel was much more attuned to that
sort of thing than I was."
She smiled. "Yes. She was, wasn't she? But although her wishes were firmly
established there are certain things that she wanted done for Angela her
daughter that you should now approve. I know that she's Muriel's daughter by a
previous marriage, but her biological father just got killed – so you are now,
without contest, Angela's ward. At her age, she can't be expected to make
decisions for herself."

I laughed. "Angela can take care of Angela I think. Muriel made a point of
educating her here at home and," I laughed again, "She's a chip off the old
block. Very strong willed and smart from what I can see."
Leslie laughed with me. "That's been the problem. It's taken me a little while
to contact Miss Grimsby as she's been away on vacation – but she was Muriel's
chosen nanny for Angela. I've contacted her and she was free to accept our very
generous terms."
"So, why ask me?" I said a little huffily. "Seems that I'm nowhere in this
transaction.:

A small, evil, smile played over Leslie's mouth. "What you say is,
unfortunately, true. But it follows Muriel's stated wishes – and trust me.
It's practically unbreakable. I'm here to tell you though that you are the only
person in the world who could create problems in this regard – California law
with regard to minors being what it is. Muriel DID foresee something like this
taking place though. I don't quite know how to say this Alan – but it boils
down to this. You have a very comfortable lifestyle here and she has set you
for life. But there are two things that could jar your relationship with the
estate – and I don't think you'd find reaction to behavior like that pleasant.
To be blunt? I think that you'd find yourself impoverished."

I found myself drawing back at this barely concealed threat. Leslie took
another sip of coffee, her eyes fixed on me.
"The things are?" I managed weakly to fill the silence.
"First, you will sign this paper here offering Miss Grimsby the position as
Nanny to Angela. Trust me. It is ironclad. Once you sign it Miss Grimsby
becomes a member of this household that you can NOT fire. The cost of getting
rid of her is prohibitive."

I shrugged my shoulders. "You had me worried there for a minute Leslie. I'm not
going to give you any problems with signing that. You know I never interfered
with Muriel's edicts. Why should I start now? Can I have that paper and I'll
sign it."
She smiled at me and slid the paper and a pen over. I started to sign it.
"Aren't you going to read it?" She asked softly.
"Why?" I asked, signing it and passing it over.
"Why not indeed?" she said, taking it and putting it in the folder. Then she
smiled at me. "As always Alan, you make life for me much easier than I thought.
Miss Grimsby should be here very soon. Maybe tomorrow."
I shrugged. "I'll have Anne get a nice room ready for her."
"Wonderful. Just do make it close to Angela's suite. They should be close
physically."

I nodded, then the thought struck me. "Leslie? You said there were two things?"
She laughed and hit her forehead with the heel of her hand. "Old age! It'll be
the death of me yet!" She then proceeded to tell me what the second thing was –
and the consequences of me fighting it. The look of enjoyment on her face grew
as she went further into the explanation and my blood got colder.

Finally I spoke. "Am I understanding this Leslie? Shortly, when Angela becomes
ten yours old – TEN? She basically becomes in charge of this estate?"
Leslie smiled. "Yes. As I said before, Muriel was a great believer in the power
of a matriarchy and wanted to make sure that Angela would take her place. She
really didn't think that you'd try a power grab." Here she smiled beatifically
at me. "She knew how peaceful you are, Alan. Just wanted to make sure that any
male influence you wanted would be curtailed. Wants to make sure that you don't
try and control Angela."

"Hmmm! Sounds more like me being under Angela's control than the other way
around," I grumbled.
"Yes. It does. Doesn't it?" she smiled. "Angela couldn't get rid of you but
could probably make your life quite unpleasant."
I didn't answer the smile. Something else was bothering me. "Leslie? You always
use lawyer terms – and you said that Muriel KNEW of my peaceful ways." I
blushed a little. "Even if she told you – wouldn't that be hearsay?"
"It probably has some of these elements in it," she admitted. "But you see – she
explains all this in her diaries." Her evil smile returned. "All about you as
well."
I blushed even more as her words sunk in. "Could I have those diaries Leslie?"
"No. Afraid not. Muriel had other uses for them that I can't divulge right
now."

She put her empty coffee cup down on the table and got up. Came around the table
– and actually patted me on the head – as one would pat a pet. "You'll be all
right dear! You've just lived in a matriarchy for so long that you've forgotten
what freedom is like. Now you live in a new matriarchy – just one with different
mistresses. I'm sure you'll settle right in!" She patted me again. "SURE of
it! Just continue to be your own sweet peaceful self – and you'll get on with
Miss Grimsby just fine!"

Miss Grimsby arrived a few days later and I breathed a sigh of relief. I don't
know what I'd been expecting really, but this fresh faced woman was nothing to
be scared of. She WAS big, but I was getting used to this. The fact that I'm
small in stature is something I've got used to over the years – and Muriel had
seemed to enjoy the company of big women. Even to the extent that Ann our maid
and Marge the cook were much taller and wider than me. Miss Grimsby was no
exception. Probably about five ten and weighing about one hundred and sixty
pounds she far out sized me. Not fat by any means, but a vigorous healthy
woman.

She settled in very quickly and Angela, who can be a handle, fell in love with
her immediately. As far as I could tell there was nothing warm and cuddly about
the new Nanny. When she spoke to Angela it was with kindness and love – but she
expected to be obeyed – and she was. She was just a servant like Ann and Marge
I suppose – but right away they treated her like a superior. Frankly, I was a
little jealous of her. They'd always been polite enough to me I suppose, but to
her they were damn near subservient. Friendly towards her which was what she
seemingly wanted – but only too willing to be at her beck and call.

Miss Grimsby, Angela, and I ate every night in the dining room. I had a secret
objection to eating with a mere child, but she had been brought up to have an
adult dinner and, by god, that's what she had. And it wasn't too bad. Little
by little, I started to enjoy their company. Even Angela wasn't too bad. She
wasn't tiny – more like her mother and large, but I was bigger than her. Not by
much, granted, and her assurance and style always made her seem taller than she
was – but she was just a ten year old girl. I will admit that she'd fix her
pale blue, almost colorless, eyes on me through her sandy ;ashes and make a
comment or ask a question – and I could feel myself quail – just as I'd done
with her mother.

I really don't know when it started that I knew I was no longer boss of the
house. I never had been when Muriel was alive, but after she'd died. Being the
adult in charge had sort of left its mark on me. But some time after Miss
Grimsby's arrival, it dawned on me that the servants doted on her more than me.
They also gave Angela her due – but the real boss was Miss Grimsby – followed
by Angela. Me? They were polite enough I guess – but I barely counted if at
all. But as if that wasn't bad enough, I realized that Angela and her Nanny
felt the same way! There was nothing obvious of course, but it just seemed to
be that if either of them asked me to do something? It had better get done.

The start of my decline in importance may have begun the day of Leslie's visit –
I don't know, it wasn't anything that could be pointed to. But I know that the
real decline started one night at dinner. Miss Grimsby turned to me. "Alan? I
was talking to Angela and know what?"
"What?" I asked pleasantly.
"We both agree that your company would liven her bed time!"
"What do you mean by that, huh?" I said, still smiling. "You girls spend time
around nine-thirty settling Angela down to bed. I can't see that you need a man
around."

"On the contrary!" Miss Grimsby said. "She spends far too much of her time
amongst women. Having you present would give her more experience of men."
"I don't mean to be presumptuous," I said. "But I don't think I reflect the male
personality that is wanted. I don't have that rough, tough, exterior that you
probably want."
Miss Grimsby looked aghast. "But you're wrong Alan! You are much nicer than most
men – but that is what I think Angela needs at this stage. A nice man! A
peaceful man! Someone who will show her the softer aspects of masculinity."

There was something insulting here but I couldn't put my finger on it. I did,
however, manage a grin. "I don't think that . ."
"Alan?" Angela said quietly. "We're simply asking you to join us as something
that will help Nanny in easing my approach to adulthood. Are you refusing?"
Her tone was quiet and non threatening but I looked at those cold pale eyes and
figured that there could possibly be a threat there. Suddenly remembered that
this little girl might be making decisions on my future within a year or so. Now
was no time to get her angry.

"Ha ha! Of course not!" I replied. "Anything I can do to help!"
She nodded. "Good. Be there after your shower. Say nine thirty?" And she
turned her head in dismissal!
"I don't normally shower that early!" I said. Talking to the back of her head.
She turned back around to me slowly. Fixed me with her cold eyes. "So?"

There was a pause before it dawned on me that this was all she was going to say.
"No problem! No problem at all! I'll be there at nine thirty!" I babbled.
"Looking forward to that," she said slowly and stared at me until I lowered my
eyes in shame. I had just been firmly put in place – by a ten year old girl!
As I said, that point may have been the start of my downfall.

I had this strange feeling of nervousness as I approached Angela's door that
night. I had found myself taking extra care with my appearance and I was in
fresh pajamas and my paisley patterned silk gown. Brown leather slippers. I
knocked.
"Come in," said Angela's voice and I found myself swallowing as I let myself
into the bedroom.

I had never been there much and not at all since Miss Grimsby came. I did see
some differences immediately. Angela's bed was large and circular canopied
overhead – a veritable Hollywood bed! She reclined I guess you can say in a
nest of pillows on top of a pink duvet. She was in a very adult nightgown for
such a young girl – though I said nothing of course.
"Well! Don't you look nice!" Miss Grimsby said. Looked at her watch. "And
almost on time too!"

I found myself stammering out an excuse, but she waved me away.
"Don't believe that! She's a bear for punctuality!" Angela said brightly. "When
we say a certain time? That's what we mean." Then she looked at her Nanny.
"But no inspection?"
"Miss Grimsby laughed. "Oh Angela! He's an adult!"
Angela drew herself up. "You tell me that I'M an adult almost. That's not fair
if you don't!"
Miss Grimsby shrugged at me. "Would you mind showing me your fingernails
please?"
"Huh?"
"Please? Angela wants things kept fair."

And I found myself – like a little kid, presenting myself for Miss Grimsby's
inspection. She didn't fool around either – and I was glad I'd scrubbed my
fingernails. She also checked the back of my neck – and asked if I'd brushed my
teeth. I was blushing and thoroughly chastened by the time I was allowed to go
pick up a chair and move it closer to the bed. The chair was heavy and I was
having a bit of a struggle when Miss Grimsby stood beside me. "Let me," she
said gently. Then moved the chair to the desired position with no trouble. Now
I sat and joined the group.

Angela read a fairy story. She was good and I joined Miss Grimsby in making a
small applause. Then Miss Grimsby read some sort of technical manual about the
making of jewelry. Frankly, it was over my head – but Angela asked some very
discerning questions – which impressed me.
Then Miss Grimsby picked a book up from beside her chair. "You're new to our
little group here and as Angela just loves historical Romances – I call them
bodice-rippers – I thought it a good idea if you start off by reading a chapter
each night. It puts her to sleep just nicely and I've started to think that her
getting used to a soft male voice putting her into dreamland is a great idea."

"You think that me reading one of those things is good for her?" I asked
although lightly. I certainly wasn't going to start an argument.
"Of course. Now if you'll just come and sit here to read?"
"Where?"
"On my lap. That way we'll get started all together – and it strengthens her
feelings that males can be non threatening."
"Ha ha! I'm probably far too heavy for you!"
She stopped smiling. "Alan? Please!"
"She sometimes lets ME read from her lap," Angela said, a little jealously as I
moved over to Miss Grimsby and settled myself softly down onto the lap
underneath me..
"Angela? Please. He's a newcomer to this group!" Miss Grimsby said, settling
underneath me and enfolding me.

I was immediately embarrassed when I started to read. The protagonist was a
sweet young country girl who had been drawn into the gay social life in London.
Her name was Rebecca DeLongchamps – daughter of a Regency scoundrel who had left
her alone as the guest of a rich roué. At the beginning, she is preparing for a
grand ball – and I start in detail, describing my petticoats and dresses – how
my benefactors daughter is having me try different cosmetics and such like. I
manage my way through the first chapter – hoping that I'm finished, but Angela
sleepily asks for more – and Miss Grimsby agrees.

Dry mouthed, I start the new chapter – because something has been added to the
mix. Miss Grimsby has slid her hand in between my robe and pajamas – and is
stroking me softly. I struggle, but she simply whispers in my ear to behave. I
am then, reading a romantic story in which I am the heroine, struggling to keep
my virtue, while in actuality soft but strong hands caress me nearer and nearer
to climax.
"Please stop Miss Grimsby" I whisper. "Angela may hear!"
"But that's the idea Helen!" she whispers back and giggled a little. "She may
be asleep now but sub consciously, she's hearing a male being seduced. Now?
Ask me for a kiss! Just loud enough for her to hear if she's listening." She
stroked me to the point of insanity.
"Please may I have a kiss Miss Grimsby?" I ask finally.
"Not so formal dear. You can call me Ma'am. Just like Ann or Marge do."
"Can I have a kiss ma'am?"
As she kissed me forcefully, strong lips on my soft ones. I came – all over my
pajamas and robe.

We sat there quietly for a time and then she put me aside, sitting on the bed.
Then without asking, she stood up simply picked me up in her arms again and
carried me to her room made me open the door for her, then carried me into her
bed area and laid me down. "Now dear? Lay on your back so that you don't mess
my sheets. I have a few questions I want to ask you." She smiled down on me.
"A few questions?"
"Yes. Did you like what I just did to you? I need to know. The diary told me
that you would – but I've never treated a sissy man before – and I want to treat
you right."

She looked HUGE standing above me. "Diary?" was all I managed though.
"It's probably a shame," she said. "But Muriel picked you with one thought in
mind. A nice soft pliable male to help set Angela's mind."
"I'm not THAT pliable," I mumbled defensively.
Nanny shook her head. "She wasn't into sex with little sissies too much.
That's why she got in the habit of taking you on her knees and wanking you. I
agreed with her method – but I'd never done it before until tonight. That's why
I'm asking. I want you to enjoy it too."
"You've read her diary?" I asked helplessly.
She smiled. "Of COURSE! Very enjoyable they are too! Muriel picked me because
I feel the same wayas she – but this is the first time I've seen our ideas done
practically! Angela is being trained just right! Soon I'll take you on my
knees in front of her. I want her to see you enjoying yourself as I make you
cum. She's too young to get much out of it – but it's a good start. Doesn't
that make sense?"

"It matters what I think?" I asked bitterly.
She looked at me kindly. "You're just mad because you're all wet and yucky.
But it makes sense." She shrugged. "If you're made happy? Angela learns the
value of having a happy little male in tow. I mean, I'm not truly all into that
yet – but the diaries point out the value of having a contented sissy under
one's thumb. I can see though that if you're unhappy? Angela sees me treat you
and learns the power a real woman can exert – which is all to the good. Now?
Answer my question please. What did you like about being on my knee and what
didn't you?"

I looked at her. "You're all nuts!" I said. "And my name isn't Helen!"
She beamed! "That was my own idea! Muriel says that she used it once or twice –
but I thought it might be very good at getting you into the proper frame of
mind. After all, I can't really expect you to admit that I'm treating you like a
little sissy – then addressing you as if you were a man, can I? Now – my
question please?"

She was nice enough but adamant.
"Very humiliating," I finally said through tight lips.
"Good! Did you feel like a little child being asked to sit on my knees?"
"Yes."
"And didn't you think that being asked to read the part of a girl – putting on
your petticoats and dresses was perfect?"
"Please don't do that again. It was very embarrassing!" I heard the soft
pleading in my voice.
"Silly thing! It was perfect. You have that whole book to finish! Now after
this. You're not going to argue when it's your turn, are you? Going to pick up
your book and climb up onto my knees and read in a soft little sissy voice?"
She sat down beside me. Put a hand on my thigh and smiled down on me. "Would
you like to go and get cleaned up now? Or should I have some more practice on
you first?"

With a form of horror, I saw my dressing robe rise at the front.
She patted me and smiled tenderly. "See? You liked it! But after this?
You'll come to our little soirees at night time. Then you'll climb onto my knee
and read. Okay?"
"Okay," I said without taking too much time as her hand was already moving on my
thigh.

She was as good as her word – and I was as good as gold – as she put it. For the
following week I appeared every night and went through the shame of being
inspected – sometimes along with Angela. The routine didn't change a great deal
although sometimes Angela would read from Nanny's lap – but I was always last.
Miss Grimsby didn't masturbate me every time but often enough – and I wasn't
sure that Angela was completely asleep every time.

On the surface things didn't alter much, but there were two important changes.
First of all was one that was caused by my behavior. It sounds very weak kneed
but I knew that Miss Grimsby was now my superior. Couldn't help but treat her
accordingly. She'd never ask for anything of me of course, but would smile most
sweetly and thank me when I did little things for her. Suddenly, Ann and Marge
seemed to subconsciously see that I was now servile to her and welcomed me – as
an equal – with acceptance.

The second thing – and I couldn't understand it at first – was that Angela was
friendly to me. For the very first time! I was glad of this of course – but
she made me nervous and I didn't altogether trust her – with good reason as it
turned out. She actually started referring to me as Rebecca – a joke based on
my reading of course – but humiliating given the feminine connotations behind
it. Both laughed as I blushed furiously the first time she did this – which
naturally made her do it again.

And gradually I sank lower and lower in the hierarchy of the house. One time I
asked Ann to get something for me. She gave me a maternal grin and spoke softly.
"I'm awfully busy just now Alan. You wouldn't mind getting it yourself would
you?"
In my lowered status I could only smile weakly. "I guess that would be okay."
Horror of horrors! She actually came over to me and, as I stood transfixed, put
an arm around my shoulders. "You're SO nice! Now on your way back, you pass the
linen closet in the hall. Could you bring me the embroidered table cover from
it? I'd appreciate it SO much!"
And the maid thanked me with a big hug when I did her errand for her!

I can't say what had been leading up to that, but it was another point. Somehow
the word got around - and it became commonplace for anyone in the house to ask
me to do something for them. The most humiliating came when Leslie visited us
again – although this time her business seemed to be more with Miss Grimsby and
Angela than me. We were all in the living area and Ann was serving us. Leslie
asked her a question – how was she doing or something like that. She started to
answer, then smiled. "Oh dear! There's a plateful of biscuits I meant to
bring." She looked at me. "Alan? I'm busy with Miss Leslie just now. Will you
go and bring it?"

And all the women stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I sat.
"Leslie smiled gently at me. "I hear that you've become most helpful around
here? I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. That
would be so nice of you to help Ann while she's talking to me!"

When I returned with the plate of biscuits, Ann was sitting down – still talking
to Leslie. Angela looked up and, with a laugh, said. "These look delicious
Rebecca! Can I have one right now?"
And now, somehow, I had been inveigled into walking around the room, passing out
biscuits to all the women – doing Ann's job while she actually took a biscuit!
Leslie naturally wanted to know why the term Rebecca had been used – and great
merriment ensued as it was described how I'd come by that name – and my great
good humor in taking it – while I stood there with a sickly grin on my face the
women all shooting amused glances at each other.

With the increased friendship between Angela and myself I found that I was drawn
more into her sphere of influence – was wanted to joining her and Miss Grimsby
for shopping in the local town – and my opinion most eagerly sought on clothes
for her. One time, Miss Grimsby had to go and see Leslie about something (She
didn't seem to want me for anything) and I had to take the Nanny's place in the
clothes stores – holding dresses up against myself for Angela's perusal. When
she first indicated I should do that I tried to say that it wasn't my thing. The
cold look I got from her was the first in a long time – but the REBECCA! She
used on me quietly? Clinched it.

In that same shop, she had me hold up a bunch of dresses against myself – more
to teach me a lesson in obedience than anything else I think. Then even the
shop girls seemed to be giggling more than usual when I was made to hold up a
russet satin evening dress – backless and with a very large bow at the backside
– and I finally complained – mildly – again. "I'm not sure about the color
dear. I don't think it would suit you – and don't you think it may be too old
for you?"
She grinned slightly. "Me? I was seeing how it would look on YOU!" I heard a
muffled shriek of laughter coming from behind a rack as I blushed a fiery shade
of red.

As if things weren't bad enough we seemed to be finished with this last shameful
display but then Miss Grimsby appeared having finished with Leslie – and to pay
the bill – it seemed that I wasn't to be trusted.
"Alan?" Angela giggled? "Why don't you get that russet gown and show Nanny how
it looks on you?" Naturally, this appealed to the sales girls and one
immediately ran to the rack where it had been put pack and headed for me with it
in her arms, smiling at me invitingly.

I felt the insult rise in me. "I don't think so!" I said coldly – although I
did hear a little tremor in my voice. As I made this remark Angela looked
daggers at me but whispered in Miss Grimsby's ears instead. That lady sighed
deeply and looked at me. "Alan? PLEASE? I know it's a lot to ask – but I sense
that Miss Angela is getting a little upset with you – and let's face it. It's
not something you haven't done before, is it?"

Her calm reasoning brought me to my senses and I realized that I could have been
on the point of making a ghastly error. Angela smiled beatifically at me as I
took the dress from the girl and held it up against myself.
"Walk towards us please?" Angela suggested – ordered. Then she added as I
minced towards them "Don't you think that's his color Nanny?"
To my everlasting shame, Miss Grimsby took a few steps towards me and felt the
material between her fingers. But then she shook her head. "I don't think so
Angela. He needs something lighter." She looked steadfastly at me as she said
it.
"There's a beautiful blue dress?" Angela said hopefully.
"No dear!" she was told firmly. "I think you've done enough shopping for one
day. Let's go."

They night, I was on Ma'am knees reading again. It may have been the long day
shopping, but Angela was asleep before I'd got more than a few pages read.
Nanny shook me off and, not saying a word, motioned me to follow her – obviously
not wanting to awaken Angela.
In her room she sat down, and motioned me to sit on her knees. I wanted to –
but it was so humiliating. "I left the book back in Angela's room." I said.
"Helen? Don’t get ME mad at you. Sit here!"
"But I don't have anything to read," I said haltingly, settling into her arms.
"Silly little goose! Can't you tell that I'm starting to like it?" She said
this, her hand smoothly fitting around my erection.

But as I sighed and settled back she said. "I wanted to talk to you anyway.
Didn't you notice how Angela is growing - today in the store?"
"Can't say I noticed, to tell the truth," I answered honestly. "She seems like
the same size to me."
"I don't mean in physical growth, silly. Don't you see her turning into the
dominatrix we've been training her for? I know that her mother would be
thrilled – and Leslie will go out of her mind when I tell her about it."
"I don't understand," I said dumbly.

Miss Grimsby sighed though her hand continued to stroke me. "When she had you
hold up that evening dress. Didn't you feel it then?"
"I just felt embarrassed," I admitted. "But how come you're so pleased?"
"Dear? You obviously don't understand. When a female dominatrix gets a sissy
male on her hands? She often dresses him up in women's clothes. Angela came SO
close to buying that dress for you." She beamed proudly. "All on her own too!
She's come SO far SO soon!"

I jerked – am not sure whether it was her hand on my erection or a kind of fear.
"Thank goodness she didn't." I said. "Would have been an awful waste of
money."
"Why a waste?" she paused in her stroking and asked seriously.
"I'll only go so far to placate her. That's asking too much! A dress?"
"You're talking nonsense dear. If Miss Angela wants you in a dress, I don't see
you fighting her for long. She may want you in undies like panties and bra too,
I'd imagine."

I stared at her in pure fear. "But you don't want that? Surely ma'am?"
She shrugged. "It's good training for the young mistress, so I don't have a
problem that way. Also? I'd bet that you'd feel so nice?" She stroked me
again. "All soft and satiny under my hand?"
"Please don't!" I wailed.
"Helen? Just hush! Matter of fact? It might be a good idea for me to talk to
Ann, She's about your size and I'm sure she'll have a nice pair pf pajamas with
a matching robe for you to wear tomorrow night,"
"But Miss Grimsby? I don't . ."

She did something she'd never done before. Turned me over and as I lay there
helpless on my tummy, she lifted my robe, pulled down my pajama pants – and gave
me a sharp, sore, spank on the rectum! Then she rearranged my clothes and put
me back in my original position. "Honestly Helen? Here I am, very pleased with
Miss Angela's progress – and all you want to do is argue and find fault! Now
say that you're sorry!"

I found myself in the position of looking up at a much stronger female and
nearly sobbing my apologies for making her spank me! Treating ME as one of her
charges!
"You going to be a good little sissy? Do as you're told?" she said in a
relenting tone.
"Yes," I said in a small voice.
"That's better. You see? This way she'll be much more pleased with you. Sort
of reading her mind before she makes you. See what I mean?"

The following night after dinner, Ann slowed me down in the hallway. Gave me a
grin as she put a hand on my arm. "I think you'll like the nightwear Miss
Grimsby asked me to look out for you. I never used it but was keeping it for
something nice. She explained that this was all for Miss Angela – and I think
it's very nice of you to do that for her."
I gave her a sickly grin and thanked her.

I saw what I was to wear that night, tastefully laid out on my bed, but was
scared to touch it. Maybe hoped that it would go away? Maybe hoped that my
long dormant masculinity would arise and let me find a way out of the ever
increasing femininity that seemed to be surrounding, closing in, and enfolding
me.

But when I came out of the shower and dried myself I saw a rather large box
lying on the bathroom counter that I hadn't noticed before. Curiously, I took
the lid off and immediately smelled the strongly perfumed pink powder that was
there, even though it was still covered in plastic and had a large fluffy
applicator there. I knew immediately what the box was doing there and this was
reinforced when I read the small folded note that lay there:
Marge and I thought you might want to use this as well? Miss Grimsby thinks it
a good idea too! A sort of finishing touch?
Ann

A picture of me in my new pajamas was difficult to imagine – but the thought of
me not only in them, but being sent back to my room to powder myself was
intolerable – because I knew that I would be made to do it if I didn't use the
powder. Slowly, I removed the plastic and used the applicator to powder myself.
Strangely, it didn't seem so difficult for the effeminate, sweetly smelling,
young male to slip into his lacy blue satin pajamas and matching robe a few
moments later. There were velvet slippers in a plastic bag underneath the
pajamas on the bed. I put them on – a trifle large but okay. Then I wafted into
the bathroom again, where I put the fine ribbons at my neck into an appropriate
bow then brushed my hair.

"My My! What do we have here?" Miss Grimsby said as she let me into Miss
Angela's room. "Why look here Miss Angela! Isn't Alan pretty?"
"Alan?" Angela said as she couldn't see me at first. Then she let out a happy
squeal. "Alan indeed Nanny! You mean Rebecca – don't you?" Then she spoke to
me. "All dressed up for my story tonight?"
"I – I – I thought you . .you . . might like this Angela?" I said with a
ghastly smile.
"Well? You did!" she said bossily. "Now come and sit on the bed beside me."

I looked helplessly at Miss Grimsby but she smiled approvingly and nodded.
Actually took me by the hand and led me to the bed. "Doesn't his negligee float
most becomingly?" she said. Then she added. "Why don't you get out from under
your covers Angela. I'll let you sit beside him for a little while if you
want."

I looked at her with round eyes as Miss Angela squealed in happiness again then
came and knelt closely to me. "He smells SO pretty!" she said happily. Then to
my horror, she placed a small warm hand on my thigh. "Oooh lovely!" she grinned.
"And feels so nice too." Then she added. "Is this what you do when he sits on
your knee Nanny?" "You are a naughty little girl!" Miss Grimsby laughed. "I
thought you were asleep when I did that to him. But yes, that's what I do."

"Please don't Angela?" I said. "Little girls shouldn't do that!"
She looked confused for a moment. "Is Rebecca right, Nanny? Is this bad?"
Miss Grimsby thought for a moment. "It's a little fast for you dear so I have
to tell you that it's a little too soon. But when you're a bigger girl? Then I
suppose that it'll be time for you to learn that if you have a male sissy. They
become VERY obedient. Like? You could tell him to behave! Stop arguing with
you!"
"Hear that Rebecca? Be a good little sissy!" Angela said, and her hand spanked
my thigh very lightly.
"Wheee!" she giggled. "He feels funny! Just as if he was a girl! What do I do
now Nanny?"

"No time like the present I guess," Miss Grimsby said almost to herself then
spoke to Angela. "Ask Rebecca if she belongs to you. Just make sure that he
admits that he belongs to you. After tonight – you'll see. He will."
Then she simply sat beside me and put one arm around me.

And, now unable to move, I admitted to Angela that I was HER Rebecca as she
laughingly whispered in my ear, and would be most obedient to her in days to
come. I cried in embarrassment.
"Sissy Rebecca!" Angela taunted.
"That's natural Angela," Miss Grimsby explained, then she spoke to me. "I
always liked Helen myself dear, but it looks as if your new mistress prefers you
to be called Rebecca. You don't have a problem with that – do you? - Fine!"
she said as I nodded. "Why don't you go and change into something nicer."

I was about to ask what she was talking about when Angela whispered something
into her ear. She looked at me with a smile. "Told you. Angela IS a fast
learner."
"Yes Rebecca!" Angela smiled. "Go into my bathroom and take these clothes off.
In the meantime we'll call and see if Ann's got something else nicer for you to
wear. Off you go!" And she waved her hand regally.
For a split second, I must have thought of running and it probably showed on my
face. "Don't be silly Rebecca?" Miss Grimsby said. "Where are you going to go?
What can you do? Living here may be embarrassing for a little while because
Miss Angela has to practice on dominating males - and you're available. But
you'll be well fed and clothed. So come on now. Don't be silly."

She was so calm. So reasonable. Then she took a hold of my shoulder. "Don't
be getting Angela all upset now. You don't want that. Do you?"
I wadded up the pajamas and robe in the bathroom then wore the red lace long
nightdress and scarlet peignoir out of there that was provided, blushing
furiously.
I would have blushed under any circumstance, but this was different. Both Marge
and Ann had joined the other two and now all four were clapping me as I emerged.
I was so shy at this treatment that I wanted to go back and hide in the
bathroom, but Miss Grimsby must have anticipated my reaction and put as arm
around me and presented me to the maid and the cook. "We call him Rebecca now.
Think you can remember that?"

Marge looked at Ann, then at Miss Grimsby. "He never seemed that much of a man –
even when Miss Muriel ruled the roost here. I'd say that Rebecca as a name
seems more appropriate somehow – wouldn't you Ann?"
Ann took in my appearance with a grin. "I just hope?" she said to Miss Grimsby.
"That he has to clean the pajamas and negligees I've loaned him. I don't think
I'd like to wear them now."

"I think that's very fair? Don't you?" Miss Grimsby asked me. Then she
continued. "You see my dear? As far as I can gather, Leslie told you that you
were in a matriarchy here. Well it now seems that she was correct, doesn't it?"
I found myself plucking at my nightwear nervously. "Well – yes. But it's not
my fault!"
"Of course it’s not your fault dear!" she said soothingly. "But you do know
what a matriarchy means – don't you?"
"The women are in charge?"
"See? He's not just a pretty face!" she said to the others. "But Angela's the
boss here. Do you understand that?"
"Yes. Kinda."
"And she's just a young girl. Kinda feels strange if there's a man around. You
can understand that, huh?"
"But I don't have anywhere to go – and I've learned to do what she says. I'm
very obedient!" I wailed.

Miss Grimsby took me in her arms and embraced me. "Exactly! Just like Ann and
Marge and me – right?"
"Exactly!" I said softly and reasonably. "She's no reason to be mad at me."
"She's not mad at you – you silly little goose! She just senses that you want
to be happy. Be one of us! Now why don't you say a proper hello to Ann and
Marge, huh? Go on now. Don't be shy!" She released me and gave me a gentle
push towards the two servants. To my fright they were both smiling at me and
holding out their arms in a welcoming gesture.

I didn't know what else to do. With Miss Grimsby and Angela looking on a wafted
over to Ann and Marge. I didn't know what to say, but it was a no brainer as
they said. "Hello Rebecca!" and took me into a communal hug so that I could
feel their satin uniforms surround me. "Sit here amongst us!" Ann said. "And
we'll make you pretty. Won't that be fun?"
Angela and Miss Grimsby nodded amusedly.

For a little while Angela and her Nanny didn't pay too much attention to us
three, just to make the occasional approving noise as my nails were painted, my
eyebrows plucked, my ears pierced – and then made up with lots of cosmetics and
perfume. Then my hair was put in rollers with a scarf around it. Finally the
servants seemed happy. Meekly, I stood between them as the three of us advanced
on Angela.
"Miss Angela?" They said in unison. "Meet your new girl, Rebecca." Then they
said to me. "Curtsey to your new mistress Rebecca, A little respect now!"
And everyone clapped delightedly as from somewhere inside me, I knew exactly
what to do, and curtsied Miss Angela deeply.

Miss Grimsby teased me that night in bed, straddling me and playing a little
with my rollers as she fitted herself around me. "You were a little easier than
I thought," she admitted. "But I'm sure you'll make a good girl in the long
run."

I was amazed the following morning when she helped me brush out my hair – but
allowed me to wash off the makeup and not replenish it. Of course my hairdo was
girlish now – and my eyebrows and gold studs in my ears were on the girlish
side. The remnants of my perfume didn't help much either but I carried a little
masculinity with me. I'll admit to being a little put out when I was given a
full serving apron after breakfast by Ann. "You'll have to wash out those
pajamas you wore last night" she said. "And while you're at it, Marge and I
have some wash for you."
"Some wash?" I said helplessly.
"That's fair, is it not? She and I do things for you. Isn't it time you did
some things for us? Now put your apron on Rebecca – we don't want you getting
your clothes all dirty, do we?"

Miss Grimsby and Angela passed me while I was getting the wash from the laundry.
"Ann and Marge felt I should help them?" I said weakly in explanation, nervously
plucking at my white apron.
"Wonderful!" Miss Grimsby said. "You're really learning the meaning of
cooperation. Isn't he Angela?"
"Maybe so – but these girls always curtsey to you or me when we talk to them.
Why doesn't Rebecca?" Angela answered.
"Well – that DOES make sense, does it not?" Miss Grimsby asked me. "Wouldn't
hurt, would it?"
They both nodded as I curtsied, my white apron billowing about me.

But once I had finished with the laundry and a little ironing, I was released.
Then nothing seemed to happen all day. Miss Grimsby and Angela went shopping,
then called to say that they had decided to stay in town for the night and go
out with Leslie. Accordingly, I wouldn't be required. So I spent the day like
– well almost like – a male. It's true that Ann suggested I visit her in the
maids lounge – my hair was coming out of its styling and knowing that Miss
Angela liked it felt that I might want to get it freshened up?

It was a little strange sitting with the maids watching television as Ann rolled
my hair up, but I wasn't made to feel lonely at all. I discovered that they
were very pleasant girls indeed. As a matter of fact they were so nice that I
ended up staying for the evening. When I went to leave Ann said. "Wait a minute
Rebecca. You forgot something this morning."
When I asked her what, she simply smiled and left the room for a minute. When
she returned, she had the pajama and robe set – plus the crimson nightdress and
peignoir. "These are yours now dear. Wear them in good health." She said,
handing them to me.
I took them from her, but then tried to give them back. "But I .. well – I can't
– I don't think . ." I stammered.
She smiled. "I can understand you dear – but didn't Miss Angela like you in
them?"
"Well – yes. But it was only for one night. Just a trial."
"She said that, explicitly, to you?"
"Well – no. Not exactly. But I'm sure that .. "
She pushed me gently on my way, the nightwear still in my hands. "Well – once
she does? We'll see then. Okay?"

I didn't wear either of the feminine garments that night and went to bed in my
male stuff. In the following morning I suddenly looked at myself. I had sat
down in front of my dressing table mirror and was sleepily taking the rollers
and pins from my hair. The chiffon scarf that had held them in place was lying
where I'd placed it on the dressing table, beside some pink plastic rollers that
I'd already removed – when suddenly, I saw the rather effete face with the arced
eyebrows, the gold studs still in my ears – and the scarlet oval nails that were
busy getting my hair ready to brush out and my feminine surrounds. For a
moment, I felt I was looking at a woman. Then I shook the ridiculous idea away.
Angela was simply going through a phase and I was forced by circumstances into
going along with her – but it was just for a little while. Practically over by
now with any luck. I shook my head, sighed and went on carefully arranging my
hair. With a little start of horror I found myself trying to rearrange a curl!

Angela and Miss Grimsby got home in the late morning. Angela looked delightful
in a pale blue checkered dress in some sort of satin, with a white apron of
Broderie Anglais over it and white petticoats under her full skirts. Puffed
sleeves. Little white Mary Jane shoes and a large flowing, blue satin ribbon to
match her hair. Her face was glowing and she was decidedly excited. It seemed
that she had got a little jealous of the girls that went to public school – had
wanted a uniform – but not the same one every day. On no! I couldn't help but
smile as she described all of the differing colors she had ended up ordering. I
gave them a hand to carry up a surprising amount of bags and packages. To be
quite honest, she didn't notice my hair at first, but was delighted when she
found out that I'd had Ann fix it a little the night before. Actually gave me a
quick kiss!

But lunch was due and I had the feeling that Ann and Marge wanted me to give a
hand. Not much, you understand – but just to show that we were more friends than
anything else now. As I started to leave, Angela detained me. I'll admit that I
was a bit nervous about not helping Ann or Marge – we WERE just at the beginning
of a relationship you know as I tried to explain. Angela smiled angelically –
after her name – and said that she and Miss Grimsby had something for me. She
was very excited – and I smiled paternally. She WAS such a sweet little thing
you know. All she needed to get was her own way. "I’ll tell them both that you
can give them a hand later!" she said imperiously. "Now why don’t you open your
gifts?"

Suddenly I was aware that a LOT of the presents piled on the bed were for me and
I stated getting a dread feeling as the two women smiled in anticipation as I
started to open them – almost fainting as I saw the contents. Miss Grimsby saw
my mortification. "Angela grew SO tired of being the only one underneath me,"
she said.
"Huh?" Was all I could manage.
Angela laughed in excitement. "What do you call Nanny?" she asked me excitedly.
"Why. Miss Grimsby most of the time, I guess," I answered.
"Well. I want you to call her Nanny from now on!"
"Nanny?" I said, staring at the blue checkered dress that I was just opening up
identical to hers.

"Yes!" Angela said importantly. "Nanny is bringing ME up to be a young lady.
Obviously you're far too old to be that. But I figure that you can keep me
company and pick up some of the things you'll need to know if you are to become
a young lady. So I've ordered uniforms for you to match mine. And I'm so glad
to see your hair like that. This way the ribbons will look just fine."
"I can't wear a dresson a daily basis," I said as my last show of masculinity.
"Of course you can Rebecca – now go and put on your uniform!" Nanny said
severely. "Then you and Angela can go downstairs together – hand in hand. Now
please? I'll help you with your ribbon. If you want to argue? I'm sure that
Miss Angela could use the practice of spanking naughty girls!"

Angela was a little put out that I had a padded bra under my dress and wanted
one too. But Nanny just told her to think. Little girls her age didn't have a
bra – and dresses for girls my age had the fronts built to take them – it had to
be done for my dresses to look right. I was made to take some advantage of my
age as well – a little more makeup. Nanny wanted me in higher heels but Angela
pointed out quite firmly that she didn't like me being taller than her as it was
– so Mary Jane's it had to be.

Leslie visited us that afternoon, explaining that she'd been informed of what
was going to be done to me. She was absolutely thrilled and I couldn't
understand some of the looks she gave me. At dinnertime that night she thrilled
everyone – well not me exactly – by a suggestion,
"If Rebecca's going to be taught how to be a proper woman? Wouldn't it be a
good idea to give her a job as a maid under Ann and Marge for a few days a week?
That way, she'll be trained in housekeeping – and how to be a personal maid for
Angela when she grows up?" And as Nanny and Angela raved about this idea, she
gave me that look again.

EPOLOGUE

It's been a few years now. I've become an apt pupil of Nanny's and she's brought
me up to being a young lady. At the same time, Ann and Marge have been
instrumental in teaching me how to run a house. Sometimes I have to go into
town as a guest of Leslie's. There, I'm generally used as a maid at one of her
feminist shindigs – then introduced as "A perfect man".

I'm quite happy I suppose, although there is a fly in the ointment. You see?
Nanny is a wonderful teacher and I'd hate to let her down by acting
inappropriately. Ann and Marge have taught me how to be a delightful personal
maid – so that I'm 'loaned' to Leslie on nights when she visits and when I go
into town. It turned out that she has masculine tendencies – and ended up using
me as her woman in bed when we're together.

So you see, I have three major responsibilities to fulfill. Along with Angela,
I'm a student of Nanny's. As a housemaid, my behavior is under that of the
other girls. Then I'm a combination of Personal maid and sex object for Leslie.
And I get 'rewarded' for being good if I do all right in these three areas. I
can't help but react to the training I get from Nanny – and very much want to do
as she wants. I'm just not positive that I want any more rewards – I now
already have had treatments to completely remove all facial hair – not that I
had that much to begin with. I have permanent makeup lightly etched – lipstick,
eyes, and cheeks. My Adams apple has been shaved a little so that my voice is
not masculine in any way now. My implanted breasts feel very 'real' according to
Leslie – and I must admit that I've learned to take a certain amount of pride in
them. Actually misbehave by not wearing a bra all the time – they feel so nice
rubbing against satin.

But I don't know that I want any more. You see corset training, diet, and
special exercises have given me close to an hourglass figure – but I think I'm
due to go into surgery this week for hip augmentation. And? I sometimes hear
all the women hold out the major surgery as a reward for me – if I keep behaving
the way I've been trained to act. Yet? It's difficult to ignore Nanny's
teachings.

But Nanny senses this I think. Takes me on her knee and comforts me. I still
like that a lot.


The End