Turned Sissy By My Lesbian Girlfriend Part 1: Feminized

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I did not know when mother was to return, so I was totally unprepared when she arrived, late on a Saturday evening. I was eighteen years old when I became a girl. Or rather: When I was turned into a submissive lesbian sissy slut by my High School teacher, Miss Johnstone. She was an imposing woman, in her late fifties, tall and with short cropped grey hair. She had piercing green eyes and a well-trained body that she kept in shape by regular long sessions at our local fitness center. She lived alone, at the outskirts of our small town, in a renovated farmhouse and taught Math, Physics and PE at my High School. Then we would practice my girly persona out at a few malls, and Granma would take great care in her instructions: Oh, Rita! You're such a naughty girl! You little sissy clit is leaking into the nice panties! You'll have to spanked for that! Come here!"

I was not allowed to touch my sissy clit or nipples in any pleasurable manner. "You are MY sissy girl, Rita. And you must not pleasure yourself! That is my special duty and privilege. Do you understand?" Thus, as my body became progressively more aroused, the mature woman teacher increased the intensity of her seduction. She suddenly kissed me, right on my inexperienced mouth, and her exploring tongue took possession of my lips and oral cavity as her clever hands explored my shuddering body, teasing my nipples and murmuring seditious words into my impressionable young mind. Miss Johnstone was dressed as she was on the previous occasion, only her blouse was lilac. She wasted no time in dressing me up as Rita and asked me whether I had practiced with the Maryjanes and worn my sissy panties. I answered truthfully that I had practiced every night and that I had worn the panties except for one occasion where I had gone to the local swimming pool. And have you managed to train Rita into becoming the sweet lesbian sissy daughter of all my dreams?"

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She gently pulled the flimsy, lacy panties up my legs and patted them is place. They were small and very tight, hugging my hips and nicely outlining my slightly fleshy bottom. My small plums and stiffie were confined in a silky prison and Miss Johnstone's fingers teased and tapped what she consequently called my sissy clit, so a small wet spot appeared at the very tip. There, there little darling. You took you spanking very well. Now thank me for delivering your deserved punishment by kneeling and kissing my hand and thanking me verbally."

Good girlie, Rita... you make such a lovely sissy ... Now let us get you dressed up properly, so you can feel all feminine and nice and sexy... come here, sweetling... see these nice pink panties? They'll fit you perfectly, outlining your little sissy clit... " It will become much more natural to you with practice, and I'll keep you in line and working diligently on your walking with this." I moaned with unrepressed lust, teased by her forceful and knowing treatment of my sissy body, my imagination filled with endless images of dominant, strict mature women forcing me to obey they every naughty sexual demand. This ritual invariably made my sissy clit very, very stiff and leaking and it took my utmost not to touch it and get some release.And I missed you, beloved Mommy", said my sexy Mother as she at last turned at looked directly at me. My mind was a mushy purple haze as my dominant Grandmother laid me out on my bed and proceeded to kneel between my widely spread legs and bring her insidious molesting to a grand finale. Her oral ministrations of my plums and clit continued, interspaced with small slaps and fingers drumming over the teased flesh. My small organ was a vivid red and totally tumescent, throbbing with unreleased longing and lust. I sat on her lap, docilely, while her hands caressed my hair and she kissed my gently on my tearful face.