Sissy For My College Girlfriend: First Time Forced Feminization Story

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I appeared at the top of the stairs. I was a lovely vision in white. The maid had certainly chosen well for there wasn't a hint of masculinity left in me, rather I (now her) looked the perfect little princess. The dress was all white lace accented by delicate pink satin bows across the bodice and at the puffy sleeves and hem. From their vantage point, the two women could easily view what must have been several layers of crinolines under the wide almost floating skirt. Around my waist was a four inch wide pink satin sash tied at the hip with a huge bow. I stepped carefully down the steps, my feet in white patent leather Mary Jane’s, highlighted by white anklets trimmed with a turned down pink lace cuff. Cooing in my ear, she brought me to a state of complete distraction, “You have such lovely little breasts, Christine.” Scraping the tip of her fingernails over the now stiffening flesh, she teased, “See how your girlish little nipples stand up?” I looked up at her with my carefully made up eyes in the mirror, asking for explanation without a word. The entire courtroom gasped. I stole a look at Mom, and she was glaring daggers at me. I could only imagine what she must think. I pressed the button to close the garage door, and nervously entered my mother-in-law's house - a fluffy little baby-doll, perched on 5-inch heels - feeling every bit like the little sissy I knew I was. I closed the door behind me, and stood alone in the mirrored foyer, awaiting the woman who be my cruel, stern Mistress for the next two weeks: my mother-in-law!

Margaret giggled. "You're officially on a diet, sissy-boy. But don't worry; Mom put me in charge. I'll have you down to a size one in no time."I did feel completely foolish, and told her so. But that only made her laugh harder as she re-crossed her legs.

Mom chimed in sternly: "Well, for your sake, I hope you learned your lesson! The judge was absolutely right; no more denial. I've had all week to think, and I'm absolutely furious with you about deceiving me - your own mother! - all these years. What an idiot I was! All that time I bragged about what a perfect son you were. Little did I know that you were playing your disgusting little dress-up games whenever I wasn't around. You're a complete disgrace. You made a fool out of me, Priscilla, and believe me, I'm not going to forget it." But of course, I'm sure she'll want to look and smell her best on her first time out to eat,” Aunt Mary responded, her voice equally serious in tone. After being shown the way, Carolyn took me by the hand and led me down the hall to the door marked “Ladies.”

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Still facing away from the mirror, I sat quietly while Carolyn brushed and curled what had been longish hair for a boy. After looking through a small drawer in the dresser, Aunt Mary approached with two matching satin ribbons, the exact color of the dress. After tying each into a pretty bow on either side of my head, both women smiled. Still beaming, they pulled me to my feet. “Don't look yet, Chrissy,” instructed Aunt Mary, “let's slip your lovely dress on first.” The soft caress of the silky fabrics on my powdered skin and the way the two women (especially Carolyn) pampered me was so wondrous and I could not help think of the weekend ahead in frillies. Priscilla. It's your new name. It seems Margaret's the only one in the family who had some idea of the truth about you. My lawyer took care of the name change petition: I guess we can forget all about Peter," she said sadly. "Anyway, I used this week to get a crash course in Sissy Syndrome and forced feminization from Dr. Poole. No one knows more about feminizing sissy boys like you than she does. No more lies and pretense for you, missy!" I started to fill the sink with warm water, and added a capful of Woolite. As the bubbles grew, I took the first pair of panties and immersed them in the sudsy water.