Book I – Awakening, in five chapters, deals with a 48 hour period where our heroine realizes and actuates her sissy-self. In Chapter I Dani was confronted with her past and introduced to sissy boy dress, public venues and intimate sex with her new Master.

It is rated X, and deservedly so, as there is graphic sex and references to all sorts of other wonderfully kinky things. Please be of appropriate age or be gone! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Either way, please do let me know.

 

Dani's Story

by sissystevie

 

Book I – Awakening

Chapter II – The Next Day

 

A telephone jarred me awake. It was already 10:00 A.M. The feeling of my outfit overtook me. Then the memories of the night before! Oh, my! First dressed in sissy things by my stern mother, then taken out in public as a complete sissy, and finally my sexual surrender to the handsome, mysterious Sir John Strong.

I could barely manage a groggy "hello."

It's your mother, Dani. I am coming over to your room. Please get up now." Click. She was gone.

I struggled to my feet wondering if I should fix myself up. I did mange to brush my teeth and wash my face. I ran a comb and brush through my hair. The lipstick from my handbag was next to the sink and I just felt compelled to put some on my lips. As I was slipping into a pair of white mules from the bag, then there was a knock on the door.

A she swept into the room, she said, "Well, aren't you a sight. I must say that John has excellent taste in lingerie. I see that you even managed to straighten your hair and apply some lipstick."

Mummy looked regal next to me. Her blond hair was perfect coiffed, makeup subtle, but effective. She glided across the room despite five inch heels and a tight raw silk black skirt that reached below her knees. Her back buttoning white blouse was also raw silk and reached high on her neck in a side buttoning collar. The sleeves were loose, blousing near three button cuffs. Her jewelry was understated, but effective. I felt like an ugly ducking next to her.

"Now Dani," She offered, "we have a very busy morning. and you most likely, will have a very full day, so we must get about things with due speed."

With that there was another knock on the door. "Sweetie, please get that. It's some coffee and croissants," she bade. I hesitated, being dressed in the manner I was. "Oh, stop it, Dani; give the poor bellboy the treat of his day. Open the door and be the sweet sissy we all know you are!"

I drew a deep breath and then shocked even myself. I looked into a mirror to check my makeup and hair. I adjusted my baby doll – a strange thing for a nightgown that was virtually transparent! I opened the door and managed a smile at the waiter and his cart.

"G-G-Good m-m-morning Ma'am, errr, Miss. R-R-Room service," he stammered. His eyes were undressing what little I had on. I stood to one side and softly said, "Come in."

I think he was about to devour me until he saw Mummy. It stopped there. Few men, let only boys would dare trifle with her, especially in such an assertive outfit! None the less, his eyes roved from my mules, up my stockings to my garters, panties and bra, all barely concealed by the sheer fluffy baby doll.

Mummy said, "I will sign the check young man." He stumbled to her, proffered the check and again stumbled out the room, his eyes never really leaving me. I gave him a small smile as he left.

"Well, you do seem to have an effect on the men, Dani! Now pour me some coffee and I wish to discuss last night. As I poured, and spilled, some coffee, she admonished me, "Perhaps a little sissy maid training is in order for you. From my conversation with Sir John this morning it certainly does seem as if you have the sexual side of thing down pat!"

I turned five shades of red! "Yes, dear, Mummy knows everything. From your little runway model display, to shamelessly taking his penis – and apparently everything else that comes from it – into your mouth, to having a quite full orgasm and squirting your sissy cream all about! Quite a first evening out and about as a sissy. No real girl or woman would ever do such things! However, I understand that many sissies are really quite different. Little wonder why they are so often subjected to rigorous discipline."

I was unable to look her in her eyes and lower my glaze to her feet. "Do you deny any of it?" she accused. "No, Mummy," I pathetically offered, now completely humiliated and somewhat confused.

"Well, you certainly managed to affirm every one of my suspicions in a matter of about eight hours. Will you admit that you are quite content in your little sissy-vixen outfit?" Without waiting for the all too obvious answer to her rhetorical question she continued, "I saw that little smile you gave that waiter as he left. I think you always had a fetish for silky feminine clothing, now you are developing a true deep fetish for more elaborate sissy clothing that will probably dominate your future life."

Mummy continued, "I know I gave you a choice about how you spend the balance of the week, but I rather think your actions of last night and even this morning have precluded any real debate. As you know, Maria and Anna are due here momentarily to fix you up for a luncheon with Sir John and myself. I will be true to my word and allow you a choice then, but I want you presented to us as a perfect sissy, and that, my dear, you shall be!

"Now without further ado, go to the bathroom, strip, take out that little device in your derriere – place it in a sanitary napkin disposal bag, and come back here."

Not really wishing to take the conversation any further than Mummy already had, I simply walked to the bathroom and followed her orders. When I reappeared, she told me to kneel on the bathroom floor with my fanny raised. "You must be cleansed to proper present yourself as a sissy," she said. With that I received my first sissy douche, humiliatingly administer to me by my own mother. She made me hold it seemingly forever.

After purging myself I was ordered to take a thorough shower, shave my almost non-existent facial hair – twice – and wrap myself in a towel to await Maria's arrival. Mummy settled into her coffee, croissants while checking stock market reports in the paper.

I emerged from the bathroom as Maria and a younger assistant, Anna, entered the room carrying various kits and packages. Both women were dressed in imposing crisply starched white blouses, fastened up the front with small cloth cover buttons ending in broad notched collars and had full blossoming sleeves ending in three button french cuffs. Their blouses reminded me of a combination of nurse's uniform and school mistress' blouse. Each wore a tight black skirt ending below their knees with a kick pleat in back matched with mid heeled black patent heels and white stockings. Their hair, make-up and nails were equally crisp and flawless.

"Ah," Maria exclaimed, "I see she is ready for us. We have much to do in just two hours. Sissy, you must do everything we instruct immediately. Do you understand?" Before I could answer, Mummy inserted, "She certainly does, and I will be about to insure her total cooperation!"

"Good, these sissies often need a firm female hand, Ma'am," Maria offered to Mummy, completely ignoring me. "Now Sissy, back to the bath room and stand in the bathtub. We need to tend to some of those offending boy hairs on your body. Anna will tend to you while I get things laid out."

Things began to move very rapidly for me. Still dazed by then events of the last eighteen hours and more recently by my encounter with my mother, I simply went along. I stood in the tub as Anna smeared a pink lotion over most of my lower body with gloved hands.

While waiting for that to dry, Anna wet my head and massaged in another lotion into my hair up there. After a period of time, and considerable itching on my skin, the shower was turned on, the hair lotion washed clean, and what little body hair I has disappeared down the drain. Hair conditioner and a body wash were applied and rinsed clean

Much more pleasant and soothing body lotion was applied. Then Maria appeared with two strange glass cylinders which she held up to my nipples. Plastic hoses attached to a hand pump where plugged into each cylinder end. Amazingly, as Anna increase the vacuum through working the pump, my nipples were taken up into the cylinder openings. After a bit of pumping my poor nipples were distended and made quite puffy. It was not really painful, but strangely erotic. The pump hoses were removed allowing the cylinders to self-seal, retaining the vacuum pressure.

Next I was ordered to bend over and present my sissy hole for "inspection." As Maria's lubricate gloved finger entered me I heard the click of Mummy's heels. Despite Mummy's obvious presence, I emitted my little moan and Maria's finger worked its way about my little sissy pussy. My moan was more pronounced as her second finger entered me.

"I see exactly what you mean, Maria," Mummy said, and then continued, "Yes, she really cannot help herself. Let me see how she reacts to the new plug."

With that Maria withdrew her gloved finger I felt a brief sense of loss, which I knew would shortly be rectified. The new plug was considerable larger, but still of the same soft silicone substance. It made me feel full, but none the less was oddly comforting. I managed not to moan again, but let out an unplanned sigh as I straighten up and the device settled into me more fully.

"They are all the same. If they were real girls," Maria laughed," we would call them complete sluts!" I heard another, more subtle chuckle from Mummy. I felt a stirring in my little peenie and hoped that it would not make Mummy any angrier at my slutty ways.

I then was whisked, vacuum nipple tubes and all, into the bedroom where a beautician-type chair was set up. Anna took one hand and immediately began giving me a manicure. Maria started putting large rollers in my wet hair, eventually covering it with a portable dryer and starting the blower. As Anna switched hands, Maria began plucking my eyebrows – painful, but not unbearable.

"Time to change her tittie pumps" Maria said. The hoses were reattached to my nipple cylinders and the pressure release through their pump. Now much larger cylinders were held up to my titties. Their open base was coated with a gel to insure a snug seal. The pump's hoses were attached and while one woman held them in place, the other pumped to create a new vacuum. The effect was the same a before, but this time it was my entire tittie that was expanded. The effect was amazing, tugging all my flesh to create a small, but very pronounced breast. Again, there was an erotic pain / pleasure stimulation. Looking at the result affected me even more deeply. It appeared as it they were giving me very real little titties! The Ladies giggled at the effect teasing me, "Don't you just wish all of that really was you, sissy?" They didn't have to wait for a response because we all knew what the answer was.

My first coat of bright red nail enamel went on as Maria began contemplating my face. She murmured, really to herself more than anyone else, "Yes she has such beautiful lines – so much possibility. It will be nice to spend more time on her." With that she began working her magic with her array of colors and powders. The eyeliner was a special liquid that Maria took great care in applying. The base lip and eye shadow colors were applied the same manner. By that time Anna had completed my second nail coat and had turned to arranging clothing behind me. I heard Mummy comment on how sweet the outfit looked – so befitting a sissy nancyboy!

Maria finished my eyes with three coats of mascara and my cheeks with several tones of blushers. A mist of perfume was applied to my neck, chest and wrists. "Time for some clothing," announced Maria.

Anna produced exquisite pure white silk panties and garter belt along with very sheer white nylons. "Now sissy, the real fun begins," Maria stated. "Let's get these on you! I will do it as your nails need a third coat." As before, the garter belt cinched my waist in and the panties were quite brief and tended to accentuate my sissy cheeks. I simply could not believe I had worn anything else in my life. The feeling was divine!

Anna finished my third coat as Maria put on my jewelry from last night and also added a gold upper arm bracelet. Things were starting to move faster now as the luncheon hour approached.

Maria freed my hair cover and undid the curlers. Oh my God. My hair was about three shades blonder and so much fuller! Anna produced the breast pump and the cylinders were removed from my tormented titties. She then applied a soothing ointment that made my little titties tingle. They really were larger and the nipples had never been so sensitive. I could only imagine what a bra would do to me. I didn't have long to wait!

"Now sweetie," Maria cooed, "time to finish you off." Anna handed her the bra. It was the same pure white silk, but was different to anything I had seen before. Maria put the straps over my arms and drew the bra up to my chest. The band was tighter than any other bra I had worn. The cups gathered by breast fresh giving me unexpected shape. I appeared to have a young girl's breasts. However, the remarkable aspect of the bra was that my now very tender and very pointy nipples were fully exposed through center cut outs. My little puffy and now distended nipples proudly and shamelessly thrust outward. Outwardly I blushed, but inwardly I feel a wonderful, almost electric, surge through my entire body.

The surprisingly filled out bra helped to further accentuate my slim garter belt-nipped waist. "Just perfect," stated Maria. "Better than I could have imagined," offered Mummy. "Look at how wonderful hey pointy little nipples look!"

"Now to complete her," said Maria. "Anna, please have her stand while we put on her shorts and top – then her heels and we finish her hair and makeup.

I had not seen my outfit. Now as the blouse was presented to me to don I was flabbergasted! It, like everything else, was pure white and made from the finest of silk – ultra sheer and completely smooth, with the most delicate fabric covered buttons. I could only see its inside as it buttoned in back when it was slipped up my arms and pulled about it. As it brushed against my skin it was heaven on earth – so light, so delicate! Feeling Anna close the buttons up my back literally made me shiver! The front tightened about my bosom, caressing my titties and allowing my bare nipples to shamelessly protrude forward. I felt the collar. It appeared to be an old fashion Peter Pan round collar, the essence of sissy form. I started feeling light headed. It was almost too much to be bathed in such soft wonderful things.

Next can the shorts, made from the same material. They slid up my legs as if on air to fit high on my nipped waist, over the blouse tails. A slide zipper drew the fabric across my flat stomach and tautly about my derriere. The shorts opened up going down my legs and ended mid thigh with wide turned up cuffs. A thin matching belt was strung about my waist. It finished in front in a darling silk bow perfectly compliment the flat front of both blouse and shorts. The entire outfit seemed to shimmer on thin air. I was in rapture and completely overtaken by the outfit.

My gold with small heart necklace was attached under my round collar and a small old fashion virginal gold circle pin attached to the left side. Matching silk shoes with three inch heels, again having small bows attached to each toe, were slipped on my feet.

"Sit back down my sweet sissy, we need to finish your make up and hair," Maria said.

I sat and felt her do a final touch up of my eyes and blush. A luxurious sheen was added to my lips followed by a shimmering almost liquid white frost. Maria: "Now, for the hair," my sweet."

She quickly combed down to create a frame about my face, the curls perfectly framing my face. Then a surprise! Out of a box came a shoulder length fall of hair perfectly matching my new color. It was attached by several small combs and clips to be firmly set into place. Maria efficiently blended the fall with my own bobbed hair. The feeling of the hair cascading about my neck was almost as good as all the silk against my skin. Deeply inside me I felt the plug, causing yet another chill to go up my spine. I had to look at myself in a mirror and glanced towards the nearest one.

"Oh, the sissy cannot wait to see herself," Maria exclaimed. "One last thing before we give you your hand bag." With that she added a matching white silk hair band with a bow at its top, just before the rise created by the fall. "It really is a princess hairdo," she exclaimed!

"Anna, please hand her bag to our little dear and let's allow her to preen before the mirror. She really is such a sissy princess! Donna Reed and Doris Day adapted to the sissy nancyboy world!" Maria chuckled, the adding to finish the point, "and she adores it! Imagine how she will react when she dons her first petticoat."

I walked to the full length mirror and really did swoon. This was more that I ever have dreamed of! I did look like a sixties debutante – prissy round collar with circle pin and all! Every movement seduced me as the silk moved on my lingerie and bare skin, especially my nipples ad they slid against the sheer silk. Even the invading plug in my sissy hole seemed to grow. Every part of me tingled. I felt strangely like I did the night before when Sir John had made love to me. "Oh my God, did I just say that?" Was another one of those same orgasms building just from simply being so perfectly and completely dressed as a sissy? I even felt my eyes moistening up!

Clearly controlling my little peenie would be an issue. Still, I could not remove my eyes from the mirror. Something larger and far more profound than a pantyboy stiff peenie was going on.

Even Maria and Anna were impressed and unusually quiet for them. Mummy walked over and inspected me from head to toe in only a way that a critical woman can evaluate another woman.

"Well," she said, "Dani, any doubt about you being a sissy should be removed. You even appear to be on the verge of 'having a moment,' as we women refer to it."

She approached closer to me, her image joining mine in the mirror. In her heels she was slightly taller than me. Our hair and blue eyes matched perfectly. Was I now recreated in my mother's own young girl image? To a casual observer it would certainly appear so – confident beautiful mother and awkward awakening young daughter.

As if reading my mind, or perhaps her own desires, Mummy said, "Dani, I must say that you do look very much my child. Although you look much younger than your actual age, perhaps not even sixteen. However, my dear, that sweet outfit that so entrances you does suggest a sissy underneath to a truly discerning eye. "Tell me, are you pleased with how you look? Or perhaps I should ask if you are pleased with the person you see reflected back to you as you stand before that mirror?"

Swept up the moment, I looked up at Mummy, one eye slightly behind my hair, opened my eyes wide and sighed through a small smile, "Yes, Mummy dear."

"Oh, sweetie, you are good!" she exclaimed. "It's takes real girls years to perfect that ploy! Such a little coquette! You even know to open you eyes wide for that innocent ingιnue look!

"It's time to meet Sir John. Mind your deportment, my dear. I expect perfect posture, wrists limp, elbows tight to your sides, and small mincing steps one before the other! Also, keep you voice sweet and high and make sure your knees are together like a proper sissy-daughter."

"Make your Mother proud of you!"

Out of the room we went with Mummy in the lead. "We're meeting Sir John in the lobby and then going to a seaside open air restaurant. Both of us want to show our little sissy off!"

We entered the elevator with two matronly women. After a short bit, one woman leaned forward to Mummy and said, "I must compliment you on your sissy. She is perfectly turned out in all respects – quite adorable actually!" Mummy returned her smile in that manner only women understand and replied, "Why thank you so much. She is just starting her formal training although she really had been a sissy for her entire life."

I, of course, once again deeply blushed.

The lobby was not quite the spectacle of last night as it was less crowded. However, I did see the room service waiter whispering in a bellman's ear and pointing towards me. Both men leered at me in the most lustful manner possible. Word was spreading about the sissy.

Ahead of us stood Sir John. Mummy went up to him and proffered her cheek for a kiss. Turning from her, Sir John motioned for me to come to him. "Ah, Dani, you grow in your beauty almost by the hour," he said in a voice loud enough for nearby people to hear. "I love your outfit – perfect, really, for a sissy going out to luncheon with her Mummy and her Master. You look almost perfect enough to be mother and daughter, but for the moment it remains mother and sissy son!" Any thoughts that I had about passing as Mummy's young daughter were dashed to all those within earshot. I was mortified. A more urgent problem was starting to show on my shorts front, however.

"Now, now Dani, you must not only learn to accept simply being a sissy, but must also learn to be a proud one! Anything else will displease your Mummy!" Now I was completely busted to an ever growing group of both hotel guests and staff. I could hear the murmurs of couples commenting on my terribly feminine appearance and plight display.

"Let us be on our way," announce Sir John. "Constance, sissy, my car is outside."

With that at least three bellboys scrambled to open the doors for us. Two others opened doors to Sir John's Rolls Royce. As I bent to enter the door I could swear a hand went across my silk covered derriere. I assumed that I should sit in the small jump seat facing the rear seats. It took some fidgeting, but I managed to bend my legs, knees and ankles together at an angle to the seat.

"It appears that our little sissy does cause a stir," Sir John chuckled while making himself comfortable next to Mummy in the rear seat. "Constance, you and the girls did an excellent job getting her ready. She is pure sissy perfection!"

As the car drove off in the hands of Sir John's uniformed driver the conversation fell quite. I was struggling with my outfit. I was amazed at how my nipples protruded through the sheer silk of my top. However, as I glazed down over my bullet hard nipples, I discovered that my shorts had ridden up so that not only did the lace tops of my stockings show, but even the top of one garter and a little recently smoothed flesh. Moreover, my garters were clearly outlined through the sheer silk fabric. Oh my God, I was a walking display of nancyboy sissy pulchritude! Any boyish masculine thoughts were simply impossible in such a feminine outfit.

The memory of last night when Sir John caressed my bra and garters as he walked me to my room flashed back to me. I'm sure that now the effect was even more pronounced as my shorts' and top's fabric was much, much more sheer and shiny. All of my clothing seemed to be a sweet silk and lace cocoon embracing and seducing me, while also advertising my charms to all who wished to look. I felt like a complete sissy delicacy – a firm cake of smooth lingerie shaped body covered by a confection of fine sheer silk frosting! So utterly sissy! Every nerve and neuron in my body and brain screamed sissy sex to me.

After looking out her window for a bit, Mummy turned to Sir John and said, "John, have you been back to the Schloss lately?"

"Not since December when the Countess had a series of her special parties over the holidays. As you might imagine a fine time was had by all. There were some delightful sleigh rides the pony boys and girls provided."

"Oh John, the Countess does adore her ponies. Were my two favorite boys still there?"

"Yes they were, and asking about you I might add. I think they rather miss your tender mercies! The Countess did ask if Henry's – aaah – lessons were still proving effective. She quite misses you, my dear.

"As I miss her and her wonderful..." Mummy's voice trailed off. "However, Henry may need a refresher course come summer. I will drop her a line. I might also discuss Dani. Now, John, you must have though about a visit to the Schloss with her. What an elegant show – err, well, you know – she would make."

"In fact, the subject of Dani did come up as well. Countess recalled your promise to Robert about his eighteenth birthday and was wondering what you would do at that time. She will be well pleased to see how things are apparently turning out."

Mummy's gaze returned to the window and I was left in confusion as to what they were talking about. Apparently Mummy had her own secret life. I wondered what the references were to my deceased father, my step father and the others. "What were the references to ponies anyway?" I thought, and moreover, "Who was this Countess and what was a Schloss?"

With the three of us deeply in our own thoughts, the Rolls turned into an elegant restaurant and stopped before the entry. A uniformed man quickly stepped forward and opened the door next to Mummy. The driver opened the door for Sir John.

Mummy gracefully exited and was joined by Sir John. As best I could, I slipped out trying my best to emulate my mother's graceful feminine exit. I notice a slight rush of breath from the attendant as I passed him. "Did I really have that effect on men?" I wondered. "Or was it just my lingerie showing through my sheer outfit?"

As I regained my composure and straighten myself out from the ride, Sir John motioned for me to go before Mummy and him. Taking a deep breath and thinking of my deportment, I headed towards the entrance. Once inside, I minced toward the maitre d's station. Arriving, I gave him my best smile and stepped to on side so that Sir John could handle business.

We were immediately led through a small but crowded dining room and out french doors to a veranda overlooking a spectacular seascape set against high cliffs. We were seated at a center seaside table – Mummy and Sir John on one side, I alone on the other. I notice that the nice waiter who seated me seemed to take a little extra time pushing in my chair.

Sir John and Mummy ordered wine and quickly scanned the menu. I again was not given one.

"What do you fancy, Constance?" Sir John inquired. "I think the Salad Nicoise sounds perfect, John," she replied. I sat with my legs together, straight backed with my hands folded in my lap awaiting the same question. It never came. The waiter arrived with wine and Sir John announced that he would order.

"Madame will have the Salad Nicoise, I will have Veal Holstein, and Sissy will have the clear soup and dry toast. Thank you, waiter." I again turned crimson at being matter-of-factly referred to as a sissy, despite looking – at least to me – like a pretty young girl. That would get them buzzing!

That being taken care of and despite the stir that we were obviously causing, it was time for Mummy's serious chat about my future.

"Dani," she began, "I think we have established that you are a thoroughly hopeless sissy. Must I list the evidence at hand other than to simply mention your years of playing about with my lingerie, your behavior of last night and your reaction to be so utterly sissified today?"

"No, Mummy, I accept that I really am a sissy," I said with my eyes lowered. Somehow I felt on the verge of tears, more from a catharsis of feelings rather than shame or anything else. I guess it was just a relief to admit it.

"Now, now dearie, there is no need to cry. It's very acceptable, at least in certain quarters, to be sissy, especially if one can be as beautiful a sissy as you are – and we have only begun to work on you. I know it's very confusing to you now. However, what should not confuse you is how you have reacted to less than twenty-four hours as a full sissy. As you sit here you sparkle. The outfit is just perfect for you, and you are perfect for it! One would think you to be a sissy of many years experience, rather than less a full day's. Are you getting misty eyed because it is a relief to finally be whom and what you are?"

"Yes, Mummy, I guess so, but it so troubling how much all this affects me. And also how quickly and naturally I accepted doing all those things with Sir John last night." Now I really was on the verge of completely breaking down into a tearful mess.

As our food was being served, Mummy softly put her hand over my hand and said, "Dani, dear, just take a deep breath, settle down and let me tell you some history and also a few realities about life.

"First, there are far more girlie-boys like you than you could ever realize. All sorts of names, some derogatory and hurtful, are used to describe boys like you. However, what you should know and will soon realize is that sissies like you, especially ones as pretty as you, are highly desired by discriminating people – both men and women, I might add.

"You must recognize that you are different and most of those bad names really do not apply. A sissy like you really is a third sex. Yes, you are genetically a male, but emotionally and psychologically you are a girl, or something very close to one. I know it seems so hard to understand right now, but try looking at it simply this way.

"A gay homosexual man likes being a man and prefers to be with other men. You, sweetie, are a girlie sissy who prefers being dressed in the very most feminine of things, really more so than most genetic women ever would. Although you most likely have not thought about it in the last twenty-four hours, but soon the very thought of rough boy clothing will repulse you. It, Dani, is not a new desire or need for you. We both know that you have instinctively been drawn to it for years. All that has happened in the past eighteen hours is that you have been shocked into consciously realizing it.

"Now, consider the way you are dressed at this moment. Everything about you gushes and screams femininity. Good grief child, you have half the men here dreaming of making love to you! Our waiter, for example, appears greatly distressed in the front of his pants, and the bus boy has filled our water glasses three times in the last fifteen minutes just to get another look at you.

"Understanding that, isn't it completely natural for you to be interested in men? Of course it is! Fortunately, my dear, there are many men equally interested in the type of 'girl' that you are. And I might add, they include some of the richest and most powerful men in the world – just take my dear friend, and your lover, Sir John as exhibit number one!

"Then there are also other sissies. Most sissies have very special interests in each other, but that is yet another delight to be discovered.

"Are you following me, Dani?"

"Yes, Mummy I think I am," I replied. "It does seem to make a lot of sense."

"Yes, Dani, it may seem so very much in such a little time, but really you have been this way for all your life. It's something that both your dear father and I realized. As a baby and my youngest son – and not having the daughter I so wanted – I did dress you for an extraordinarily long time in frilly baby outfits. After that I dressed you in very pretty outfits, some very similar to what you are wearing right now. All along you were fascinated by watching me dress, at least to the extent I permitted it. You ever made silly little boy excuses to play in my dresser's drawers. You noticed, far more than any other boy would, what I was wearing. You adored going shopping with me and were thrilled when I took you to fashion shows.

"Your father understood this, but wanted you to be allowed to make up your own mind at an appropriate age. When he became sick, he asked me to promise that I would raise you as a boy and not prematurely develop you into a sissy. Also I promised that I would give you reasonable choice in how far you wanted to pursue this lifestyle.

"As difficult as it was, I abided by my promise to him. Everything in me wanted to raise you as the daughter I was denied, and you would have made such a lovely daughter as well. However, your father truly was the love of my life and I remained true to both him and the promises I made. Later you will discover more about our relationship, which was much more varied than you might imagine. Also, there are certain things you need to know about my relationship with your stepfather, but these things can wait. You are my focus right now.

"Well, Dani, you just turned eighteen and I planned, as you may suspect, this vacation to, as it were, bring you out of the closet and give you some genuine choices. Last night you made several choices, albeit with some pressure. As you are discovering I do have a dominant side to me, something many men – and some women – find very appealing.

"Now, dear, I am going to give you another choice and inform you of certain future choices you will have to make. As to the immediate choice it is simple. Do you choose to spend the balance of this vacation as a sissy? Understand that if you so elect, you will be a complete sissy twenty-four hours a day for the nine-plus days remaining – with no alternative but to complete the entire period as such. You will be immersed in the very most sissy of things, some far more extreme that what you are wearing now, if you can believe that.

"After the nine days you will return to school, but you will be asked to make another decision at that time as to whether you wish to prepare for spending this summer as a sissy. It will require that certain changes be made, but we will discuss those at that time.

"As to right now, it is important for you to fully understand that you will also accept Sir John as your Master and obey his every direction and satisfy his every wish. And that will include, I must say here and now, your final sexual submission to him – and perhaps to others as well. You must realize that you are being prepared for just that as you sit here and squirm over that little thing up your pretty silk clad little bottom.

"I also want you to understand that I will monitor your progress over the nine days. Henry is flying over the Dominican Republic for a few days to," she paused for a moment and slyly glanced at Sir John, "golf with some friends, so I will have some special time to become better acquainted with my sweet 'Dani' – spelled with one 'n' and an 'i.' Also, I want you to become further acquainted with sides of me I have kept hidden from you until now. I think you will find it most interesting. We do have a little unfinished punishment to resolve, as you might recall."

Oops, that gave me pause, but somehow still managed to stir my little peenie. "Was I to see a more erotic side of my goddess mother? Were certain long suppressed fantasies to come to fruition?" I wondered.

With a sly little smile that did forebode her apparent dominant stripe, she added, "Perhaps, my dear, if you accept this little arrangement, you might consider this your last virginal luncheon! Sir John has really a lovely party planned for this evening, and you, if you accept, are to be its debutant star! Selecting white for your little outfit today was not an accident, sweetie!"

So there it was. My choice? Hardly, it was apparent that that "choice" had been made years before and executed so perfectly through the sweet silk prison that encompassed my body.

"Dani, your decision?"

My eyes again glossed over. However, it all seemed my fate and there was no way I wanted to lose the beautiful things I was wearing. They made me feel so at peace with myself, even though every nerve in my body was charged with sexual energy as never before. I had never felt so alive.

With my eyes cast downward I said in a low voice, "Yes, Mummy dear, I accept your terms."

"Do you accept them fully, completely and utterly, Dani? Please respond looking into my eyes. I need not only your acceptance, but also your complete submission to Sir John and myself as your Masters and Mistress."

I looked at her beautiful blue eyes, seeing a strength there I had never noticed before, "Yes, Mummy, I fully accept and submit to both you and Master Sir John."

It was done. At least for the next nine days the die was cast.

"Excellent!" said a beaming, no doubt with lust on his mind, Sir John. Then from Mummy, "I am delighted! There is so much to do to make you ready for your debut this evening. As lovely as you look now, you will be far lovelier tonight."

She noticed that I was looking at my pretty outfit and added, "Oh, sweetie, don't fret, you will wear that outfit and many like it over the coming days, even though I know it is so very special to you right now. Wait until you are put into your very first petticoat and frilly dress!"

With that, we left.

This time the entire restaurant seemed to pause and look at us as we passed. Did a sissy really cause that level of attention? Well, I certainly did like it, whatever it was! I made certain my deportment was perfect, and that my hips and chest had the proper movements. They could feast on my lingerie lines as well as my protruding little nipples and even the growing bulge in front of my shorts. I loved how I looked and I wanted everyone else to as well.

As we passed the maitre d's station, he slightly bowed to Mummy and Sir John and said, "Thank you so much for coming today and even more so for bringing that exquisite sissy. She truly is breathtaking! My compliments to both of you." With that he personally, with pants proudly tented, escorted us to Sir John's car, never seemingly taking at least one of his eyes off me.

Upon re-entering the Rolls I did my little squirm to properly display myself. Oh my God I did love that outfit! Never had I worn anything as beautiful or as erotic. I notice that Mummy was looking carefully at me.

"Dani," she said, "I do think that your panties are so wet that you are starting to show through you pretty shorts! We may have to put you on a milking regimen."

I blushed again and wondered just what milking was.

Mummy continued, "John, why don't you tell Dani of your plans or perhaps you have some more immediate needs? You have been such an angle putting up with all this mother-sissy prattle, however necessary."

Sir John, having been content to allow mother to deal with her sissy son, now seemed to come alive. "Well my dear, having watched your dear child for the past hour or so I am in need of that special thing only a sissy can do for me. Dani, I want you to move over here and kneel between my legs."

It struck me like a ton of bricks. I had a very good idea of what he wanted. Was I to do it to him in the open car and in full view of my own mother? I hesitated.

"Sissy, you will do precisely as your Master ordered this very second!" Mummy hissed in a most serious tone. Sir John, knowing full well the power they had over me, merely waiting for his sissy to accept her fate with a small smile on his face.

I reversed the way my legs were folded to bring them toward Sir John and then slide forward to assume "the position." When before him, he said, "Good girl, now unzip me and do what comes naturally to sissies like you. And, sissy, I want you to show your mother all the little tricks you learned last night. Only perfection will suffice!"

Oh my God, here I was about to do the sissy nasty right here and now! And in front of my mother too!

Trembling, my hand went to his pants and fumbled with his zipper. It's not as easy doing it to someone else, but I managed. Inside I found his boxer shorts and began to work my hand inside to extract his manhood.

However, his man cock quite literally popped out at me in its entire splendor. I was amazed first at looking at it in full daylight mere inches from my face. Again I marveled at the strength and dominance it held over me. Instinctively I bent downward a kissed its head, licking up some delicious sticky precum at the same time. I utterly submitted to it.

"Bravo!" exclaimed Mummy. "Now, Dani, show me what a good little cocksucker you are! Make Mummy wet watching you."

Despite the intensity of the moment and my extremely compromised position, I was amazed at both Mummy's tone and choice of words. There indeed was much more to Mummy than I had realized, and despite the very considerable cock before me I could not help but to dream of my beloved Mummy making her panties wet!

A small nudge to the back of my head from Sir John brought me back to the "job" before me.

As taught last night, I again kissed his cock's head and then proceeded to dutifully lick about it. I slipped one hand inside his boxer to massage his balls even though I was unable to get my sissy mouth to them. My other hand first felt about his thighs and then settled at the base of his shaft. My tongue concentrated on his arrow point at the helmet's bottom where his silky shaft met his velvet head, which seemed to enhance his pleasure greatly.

I giggled to myself thinking that even real men have their silk and satin parts, just like we sissies love to wear…and suck! However, time to get to my assigned job in earnest.

I went back to rimming his head, occasionally placing my tongue into his cum slit, and then took the entire head in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could. I came off his head and made that wonderful suck-pop that he seemed to enjoy last night. I knew I was being a shameless hussy sissy slut in doing it. The car seemed to jerk a bit, and I guessed that my little "cock-pop" had reached the driver's ears. Poor boy, maybe he needed a little sissy service as well!

"Well done sweetie." Mummy injected, "but you may cause John's poor driver to have an accident," she laughed.

"Isn't she just a natural, Connie?" Sir John offered. "Maybe I will have her do Big Jim, my driver, later in the week."

"Connie?" I had never heard anyone refer to my mother as Connie before. So much was going on beyond my wildest dreams! Visions of Mummy's panties and the moist Eden that lay beneath flashed into my mind.

Back to work, I attached his magnificent man meat with vigor, licking the sides to prepare it for my deep assault. I discovered another large drop of precum and greedily licked it up. He was not going to last as long as last night. "Was that because he really did love how I looked?"

Shifting my body and head to a better angle, down I went on his man meat. I got almost all the way first try. I came back up, remembering to relax and use my tongue as I went. I swirled his head, repositioned and went deep again, this time reaching his base and feeling his pubic hairs on my lips. "Was this the sissy equivalent of the brass ring?"

Now just sucking was the order of the day as I sensed a need for urgency on his part. I settled into a rhythm, being careful to use both my tightly sealed lips and caressing tongue. To this day I am unsure as to who was more into the scene: Master, Mummy or myself – or, for that matter, Big Jim. Lord only knows what he was doing up in the front seat, but his driving was less than good, and it was beginning to screw up my sucking!

And Mummy, with one hand under her skirt and the other in Sir John's hand! This was indeed different!

I felt Master's balls tightening and his cock begin to "cum throb." This time I relaxed, came back on his cock, let my hand do part of the work, and prepared to receive his man-gift.

It came with unexpected force, and so did I! Master emptied his man seed into my hungry mouth, and I emptied my pent up sissy cream into my silk panties. Mummy, with a soft moan, must have completely drenched her panties! I giggled to myself thinking that the driver may well have been on his second load by that time, but his driving did recover a bit. The entire car now reeked of the perfume of sex.

"By the way, how 'big' really was 'Big Jim'?" I thought to myself while the sexual tensions were receding. Giggling again to myself I thought, "Inquiring sissy minds really did want to know…"

I cleaned Master's cock like a good sissy, kissed it, and replaced it in the confines of his trousers. I found myself quite savoring the man cum in my mouth, so I reverently kissed his pants over his now pleased cock once again.

Mummy seemed to manage, elegant lady that she was, but I was in somewhat of a state. My panties were a total mess and I feared that I had ruined my beautiful shorts, which of course I most likely had.

Mummy saw me looking at my wet mess and sensed what was troubling me. "Never mind little one, Sir John is far too wise to buy only one pair of sissy bottoms. I'm sure he has an extra pair of the same shorts for you to wear in the future. Anyway, I think it all may come out at the dry cleaners.

Laughing, she added, "Horny sissies like you are quite literally a dry cleaner's wet dream come true at the cash register!" Sir John roared with laughter as well, adding a bold, "Indeed – sissy pantyboys and dry cleaners, perfect together!"

I took the jibing surprisingly well, but was greatly relieved that my dear outfit could be worn again, soon I hoped.

With that, the car pulled to a stop, lord only knows where. We all vainly tried to make ourselves look reasonably. However, there was little need to worry as Sir John announced that we were at his beautiful estate.

Big Jim remained behind the wheel. I fear he was more a mess than any of us, except possibly me. Mummy had fully recovered and looked quite the Philadelphia Main Line matron she was. Of course, all of Sir John's "mess" was safely deposited in my belly and he looked every bit the gentlemen he was. I however, was sissy train wreck! Still more worried about my pretty silk outfit than how I looked. I fussed and tried to straighten it out. Despite reassurances from Mummy, I still was very concerned. Well, you know how special an outfit can be!

At the door appeared Maria, still dressed in her crisp white blouse that commanded my immediate obedience. Thank God! My former tormentor now was my salvation. I uttered, almost tearfully, "Oh Miss Maria, Thank God you are here! Will you please help me?"

She offered a broad, accepting smile, knowing I had completely capitulated. "Yes, my little sissy, we will not only clean you up, but make you into a sissy beyond even your wildest and most secret dreams! Tonight you shall be the debutant princess of every girlie boy's dreams! Now hush and come with me, girl. Anna and I will work our magic!"

I could have done many things, but I started weeping with a combination of relief, joy and anticipation! Mummy almost swooned, not an emotion given to her, and said, "Dani, go and embrace your fate!"

I did. I did indeed!

 

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