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Book III, Decisions, is the third and final part of Dani's coming of age saga. Book I, Awakening, dealt with the initial 48 hour period where our heroine comes to terms with her sissy-self. Book II, First Days, covered the next 72 hours of Dani's vacation as she became more deeply involved in her new persona, if not her true self. Book III completes her excellent holiday experience as she contemplates her future. Although each Book is intended to stand on its own as complete, the reader is urged to first read Books I and II.

It is rated R as there references to graphic sex and other wonderfully kinky things. Please be of appropriate age or be gone!

 

Dani's Story

by sissystevie

Book III – Decisions

Chapter I – The Sixth Day, Part I

 

I awoke to a gentle nudge and a soft, "Good morning sissy," from Maria. "We allowed you to sleep in to recover from yesterday's exploits. You had quite a day -- and evening, my dear."

I became aware of the dim throbbing of the yacht's engines and gentle sway of light seas and found them comforting, if not slightly erotic. Apparently, we were underway again.

As I rolled over in the satin sheets of Sir John's large bed, I winched as I felt the remnants of last night's raging sex with Sir John and the Homequests. Not only was I a total mess down there, but my poor little sissy hole hurt as well.

The sweet Maria, Sir John's housekeeper and secretary, smiled and quietly chuckled. "Yes, sissy, all good things come with a price!

"Let's get you to the loo and start cleaning you up properly. You were just too exhausted last night to do much of anything other than strip you and get you to bed."

As I gingerly toddled across the master stateroom into the en suite head to tend to my morning absolutions, I thought about last night's events.

"Oh my God," I thought as memories of begging two men to take me like their bitch slut rang out, "did I really act that way?"

Maria seemed to sense my silent recriminations and said, "Yes, Dani, both you and Heather put on quite a little show for Sir John and Lord Homequest, but please tell me that you didn't love every moment of it. For you, it's all part of determining just who and what you want to be. I think a little chat with your mother may put you mind more at ease. Now hurry along, my dear."

All I could manage was a little moan, but something stirred deep within me that was quite pleasant, this despite my continuing guilt at being such a shameless wanton slut.

"Over here, dear," Maria bade, "let's start with a thorough douche followed by some defoliating cream and then I'll apply some soothing ointment after your bath. It's a good thing that this is now an all girl cruise aboard the good ship 'Lollipop.' You need a little break from men."

Secretly I chucked to myself that Sir John Strong, tycoon and international entrepreneur, had named his huge, elegant yacht 'Lollipop.' But then again, given its normal denizens, perhaps it was more than fitting.

"Your mother wishes you at luncheon at 12:00 sharp. She also wants you presented as a proper scrubbed and polish sissy. I think a proper girlie bath is in order. I will fill the tub whilst you tend to your bottom and body hair." Later this afternoon we are going to redo your entire presentation and then send you to Greta Gustov for some special practice ordered by your mother. In the meantime, girly bikinis are the order of the day."

The bath was scented, bubbly and divine. Maria washed my hair and shaved the tiny amount of my remaining body hair as I laid back to let the water do its magic. She drained the tub, rinsed me off, and dried me in a huge plush scented towel. A special cream was massaged over my titties and bum followed with some sweet smelling powder. After tending to my recently pieced ears, she inserted a soft, but sizable, butt plug that was filled with a special medicated lubricant for slow release as I moved about. With my body and hair wrapped in towels, she led down to the on-board beauty salon.

As we entered the professional grade salon, Maria announced that I would return to a more innocent, sissy-appropriate look, both now and later today.

"Now, sweetie, please go over to the table and eat your breakfast while I sort out your things for today."

My 'breakfast' was at a small table, nicely covered with pink cloth. The now traditional bowl of sissy goo and my pill awaited me. Actually, I was famished and looked forward to my morning ration of goo. My diet had consistent of only the goo since entering this wonderful new world less than a week ago. I was told that it contained all the nourishment I needed without creating any undue 'waste.' The taste, texture and even slight aroma were now both familiar and pleasant to me. After downing the pill, which I understood to be a weak starting female hormone formulation, I dove into the goo.

As I completed the meal, Maria, as always, took the lead, "Sissy, please take this smock and sit in the chair. Leave the smock open so that I can attach you breast pumps and stimulators. Today you need an innocent sissy look. No slutty dark red and black colors, it's white and pastels now. You mother wants to enjoy her sissy fully today, and her complete sissy you shall be!"

The little electronic patches were affixed to my surprisingly budding boobies and were followed by both small suction tubes covering my nipples and much larger cylinders covering my entire titties. I sighed as the electronic pads made my titties quiver and the vacuum cylinders gently took my nipples and titties into their embrace. The vacuum pressure and electronic stimulation varied, literally massaging my titties in the most delightful way. Not only was it their sublime feeling, but also the knowledge of what results they would cause stirred a lustful spot deep within me.

Maria went about her work. After setting my hair, Maria turned to my makeup, changing it from the severe -- slutty actually -- prior look to a minimal light ultra sissy pink and beige appearance. My nails, although still very long, were now a frosted pink, which perfectly matched my puffy wet lips. My recently colored blond above the shoulder hair was combed out in a simple pageboy bob. She finished off with large gold hoop earrings and matching anklet, necklace and bracelets. "Ah, the sissy is almost reborn! We seem to be done here, let's remove your tittie devices and get you dressed."

As the tittie devices were removed I could not help but notice the development of my breasts, and especially my nipples.

"Dani, please take off your smock so that I may apply some perfume and then move over to the lacing bar and mirror. I want to take some measurements before I dress you."

As I approached the dressing area, I saw what she meant in the floor to ceiling mirror. My little sissy titties were indeed quite pronounced and my nipples were appered puffy and pointy. "Oh my God," I thought, "I really am changing into a girl."

Maria approached with measuring tape and calipers in hand and commenced measuring my entire body, just as she had done my very first evening with Sir John. As measurements of every part of my body, clitty included, were made, Maria recorded them on a clipboard. "We needed to update your file anyway. Also, you're due for another blood test tomorrow to gauge your hormone levels.

"Well sissy, it appears that there is far, far more girl in you than boy. I really have never seen such a quick reaction to our little 'treatments.' You have lost over an inch to your waist and added the same to your bosom. Quite a feat! Are you enjoying your new-found little treasures, sissy?"

My slender hands went up to caress my budding boobies and roll their so sensitive nipples between my thumbs and fingers. Letting out a soft moan from the intense pleasure, I marveled at how pert and cute they were. My bikini tan lines served to accentuate them in the delightful manner.

"I'll take your sighs as an affirmative answer," Maria laughed. "Now on to dressing you -- time is short! We have a new bikini for you today. Your outfit is on the chair to your left. Please put it on and then come over to the salon chair and let me check you out."

The bikini was approximately the same cut as the one that I had worn for the past few days, no doubt to preserve my emerging tan lines. However, this one was in a white and salmon tropical floral print. The bottom was very low cut scoop bottom with a cute tie belt. The top was an underwired, push-up demi-bra with a bit of additional fabric wrapped across my titties to carry on the tie belt motif. A matching pareo tired about my hips and a salmon pair of three inch backless sandals completed my 'luncheon with Mummy' outfit.

Looking in the mirror, I appreciated the entire look. Young and sexy, but still very sissy with my girlie-boy figure. My nipples, so sensitive from their 'treatment,' tingled in the skimpy bra. I quite liked the look despite the fact that I now knew that I wanted to look even more feminine -- more like my new 'sister,' Heather.

"Good grief, sissy, can you even get too much mirror time!" laughed Maria. "Come over here for a final check and then it's up to the ear deck to meet Mistress Constance. And don't forget your bag with tanning cream and other essentials. Oh, here, try on these sunglasses. High time you started wearing such girl essentials. Move them to the top of you head when now using them."

Finished with Maria, I wound my way to the upper deck. The soft plug in my pussy and demi-bra across my titties teased me with each step I took. The passageway stairs were an even more intense experience.

Mummy was sitting on the afterdeck enjoying the seascape as we passed near a small cay. She was indeed a profoundly beautiful woman with long flowing blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Her figure was that of a woman ten to fifteen years younger than her forty years. Her outfit was a simply silk Caribbean-Calypso patterned sarong that covered a brief bikini.

"Ah, Dani dear, please, come sit with me. You look divine in your bikini. So totally girlish and sweet!" she smiled.

"Thank you, Mother dear. You look so beautiful. I adore your sarong!"

"Why, thank you, sweet child. Wearing pretty things is such a joy. From the gleam in your eyes, I just bet that deep down you feel very much the same way."

Minding my deportment with a straight back and closely held legs, I sat down next to her as one of the stewards brought me an iced tea and placed a small selection of tea sandwiches on the table between us. I could not help noticing that he looked as if he had just returned from a fifty mile forced march.

Mummy noticed my glare at the poor man and said, with a sly smile, "Well, Dani, a night with DeeDee and Stevie will do that to the strongest of men. You should see how the captain and mate look! I am only slightly amazed that we haven't run aground -- yet.

"Speaking of eventful nights, my dear, I wish to chat about your exploits over the past few days. Not what you did, as that -- for the most part -- I already know, but rather how you feel about it. You do have a rather large decision confronting you in a few short days."

I sighed and said, "Oh, Mummy, it seems as if it was eons ago when we went to that night club and I met Sir John. So very much has happened..."

"Indeed it has, and just in five short days. You have gone from a secret little closet sissy to an experienced little tart, if I may say so. The transition to a man-crazed slut even took me by surprise. I believed you would end up there, but was amazed at how quickly you arrived."

"Oh, Mummy," I said as I burst into tears, "have I been naughty? Have I displeased -- disgraced -- you?"

"Dani, Dani, you dear thing," she said as she took me into her arms and gently kissed my cheek. "No, you have not, child. You simply appear to have become my sissy daughter -- something I have yearned for many years. Now sit back and relax and allow me to talk for a bit, but I also want to hear from you."

I sat back, regained at least part of my composure marveled at how emotional I had become -- was it my sexy bikini outfit, being made so very feminine, the events of the past few days, or those pills I was taking?

The steward returned to refill our glasses and fumbled badly, spilling some iced tea over the table.

Mummy snapped at him, "Summon Miss Maria immediately, you fool!

"Dani, dear, let me tend to this little discipline matter. Just compose yourself and understand that I am very, very pleased with you."

The ever-present and indispensable Maria arrived in short order.

"Maria, dear, thank you for coming so promptly. It would appear that the 'dreaded' DeeDee reduced Sir John's crew to blithering rubble. Please ask Raquel to send Millicent to the galley to straighten things out. Then ask Electra to visit the bridge and determine Willy's and Hans's capability to pilot and protect the yacht. Finally, tell DeeDee that I wish to have a word with her."

"Certainly, Mistress," replied Maria. "However, before he departed early this morning, Sir John asked Anna to supervise the bridge. She received her ship master's papers late last year and, of course, is well versed in security."

"Both Anna and you are gems, Maria. Thank you again. Oh, strongly suggest to DeeDee that she send Stevie's certainly well used sissy derriere down to help Millicent -- that is if she can walk in any normal manner this morning.

"Now, Dani, we can return to our little chat. Please tell me your thoughts."

"Oh, Mummy, it's so confusing in many ways. I have never had such strong feelings in my life, but also I wonder about some of the things I've done -- or had done to me." Tears were starting to well in my eyes anew.

"Well, sweet child, that is entirely understandable given the intensity of the events of the past few days, but what I want to understand how you feel about being 'Dani' -- with one 'n' and an 'i' rather than the old 'Danny' with two 'n's' and a 'y.' Do you want to continue being her? If so, we really do have to select a more proper formal name."

I gently smiled, recalling last night when I was 'bitch-fucked,' and replied with a sigh, "Mummy, there simply is not really any boy left in me. I can never see myself going back and I dread the idea of returning to school -- really, really dread it!

Then, seemingly out of the blue, "All of this was carefully planned, wasn't it, Mummy? What happens when I have to go back to being boy?"

"Of course it was. As have things for many years, despite my sacred promise to your late father. Dani, dear, you were born a sissy, always have been a sissy, and shall ever more be a sissy. The only questions remaining are to what extent and in what manner do you wish to continue.

"As you now realize your options range from walking completely away from it, which decision I shall both respect and support, to eventually going all the way to complete female transition, as Raquel is doing, and, of course, everything you have seen in between. You initial decision to commit to this experiment for the duration of this holiday ends in just a few days. As you know, before you leave here you must make your second decision whether to continue."

Deciding to continue with my questions, I asked, "To what extent was I prepared before this holiday, Mummy?"

"Well, to confess, I did do several things that your father may not have entirely approved of. First, allow me to ask you a question. How did you feel last night when you saw the pictures of yourself that were taken secretly several years ago whilst you were 'experimenting' in my lingerie drawers?"

"Oh, Mummy, I was more amazed than anything else. I dare say that had I seen them before coming on this adventure I would have felt betrayed. They did serve to remind me -- and I guess everyone else -- just what a sissy I have always been. Why do you ask, Mummy?"

"Think about your very favorite items: the silk camisole and tap pants, that silk and lace garter belt, and even those satin mules you so favored prancing about in. Now think about me, as you now know me. Do you think I would ever wear those particular items? Moreover, were they even in my size?"

My finely manicured hand went up to my mouth, "Oh my God! They were for me!"

"Exactly, my dear. Although I followed the letter of my promise to your dear departed father to not sissify you until your eighteenth birthday, I did provide an avenue for you to 'experiment,' if you so chose entirely on your own. And we both know, you did choose, and choose quite often as I recall."

"Aaah," was all I could manage. Mummy certainly was calculating, which begged the next question.

"Mummy just what were the other things, if I may ask?"

"Well, you will easily recall that I took you under my wing far more than a regular boy. I made sure to take you shopping and even to fashion shows. You proved to have an innate fashion sense. Frequent trips to the ballet were along the same line. Actually, I still have a picture of you dressed in my lingerie dancing like a ballerina. I almost added a tutu to my drawers, but thought it too obvious.

"During those outings I always tried to work on your deportment for as much as could be allowed given the circumstances at least. As I am sure Greta Gustov has mentioned, you have naturally feminine grace and movement. Even your voice is more feminine than not."

"Yes, Mummy, speaking of feminine things, Miss Maria was marveling at my titties...er, breasts...earlier. May I ask if that, and the rest of me for that matter, is only a result of the 'treatments' of the past few days? It all seems so sudden."

"You are a perceptive one. Not entirely, as you apparently have surmised. Here, again, I departed somewhat from the strict letter of my promise to your father, but it was a carefully considered gambit to preserve the sissy alternative and to make your transition to that alternative, if chosen, more natural and far less painful.

"I put you on a very mild regimen of hormones several years ago. They were to delay some more masculine traits until you could make an informed decision, such as you must in a few days. The dose was very mild and carefully controlled."

"My allergist in at the University?"

"Yes, dear Doctor Hogan. However, he is a little more than a mere allergist. His principal field of study is endocrinology and the study of hormones. If you elect to proceed forward, you will be seeing a great deal of him. After all, the 'allergy' we were protecting you from was becoming another stupid, hairy male!"

"Was that legal, Mummy? I always thought he had a crush on you. I remember once he even bowed to you." Then, quickly recalling the recently revealed dominant side of Mummy, I merely uttered, "Oops, oh my God, I think I understand!"

With a very sly smile, Mummy just nodded and continued, "I do have a way a way with certain males. That being said, he clearly understood my goals, and you do retain the complete option of returning to an all boy world despite the fact that your breasts have gotten a bit ahead of us. On the other hand, if you do go forward with becoming 'Dani,' you will be completely in charge of your formulations, within safe medical protocols, of course. I, and others, if anything, will hold you back to make sure that psychologically you are ready for each step and make informed choices along the way -- however far you may elect to proceed. Never again will anything medical be hidden from you.

"In a nutshell, that is why you breast and other parts of you have 'developed' so nicely. It also is why your body and facial hair is so light. We did strengthen you dosage a few months ago in preparation for what you are going through now. We made it obvious to you when you were first with Sir John that you were taking hormones to see how you would react. As I recall, you got gobbled down your pill.

"The pills you are currently taking are once again stronger, but not to the point of destroying your clitty's functions. As you know, most of our sissies continue that way permanently.

"Do you have and questions or comments? I hope you do not feel, as you said, 'betrayed.'"

"Oh, Mummy, I know any red blooded boy would now be in a rage, but as I said, I soberly doubt there is any boy left in me. Sissy perhaps -- maybe a whole lot 'perhaps!' So, I guess that I'm grateful. Honestly, I've never been happier. A certain peacefulness and contentment come over me when I am prettily dressed as a sissy. Certainly, I've never had as much fun!

"Mummy, were those books left out for me to discover as well?"

That slight, but almost angelic, smile again came across her beautiful face. "Of course, dear. I was surprised, however, at how you migrated to the darker side of bondage and discipline though. Actually, "The Story of O" was an accident. I was reading it and left it by my bedside. Little curious you found and devoured it. I then laid out Anne Rice's "Beauty" trilogy and you were off to the races. Quite on your own, you found your stepfather's Vickie Tern collection. I thought it terribly cleaver of me to let you know I had thrown out some older books. Of course, later you predictably went running to the trash bin and discovered new treasures that you could keep all to yourself. Tell me, what were your favorites?"

Again, my cheeks were beat red, there was so little, if anything, she did not know.

"Let me guess. It was either "Miss High Heels" or that wonderful Anne Browning tale "A taste of Sugar and Spice," wasn't it?

"Oh, Mummy, all the beautiful outfits! I could never choose which one was my favorite," I literally gushed.

"Just the outfits, my dear?"

"Well, I guess some of their punishments as well," I blushed back. "And then there was that wonderful collected works of Gingerfred Man."

"You liked the pantyboy stories then? What about all the sex with "Daddies?'"

"Yes, errr, I guess that too, but also they were amusing and fun to read."

"I see, 'amusing and fun.' Well, you should mention that to the author. Actually, you know him well -- even in the Biblical sense, if I may say."

"Know him, Mummy? I'm puzzled." Then 'Biblical' hit me. Only three men had visited my newly found sissy pussy.

"Mr. G?" I tentatively offered, and then thought to myself, "Only three men! But that's in a five day period! Oh my!"

"The old goat, himself!" laughed Mummy. He just could not refuse sampling the youngest and fairest sissy of them all, especially throwing the ever sweet Heather into the mix. You may well show up in his next story, if Julie ever allows him the time and energy to write it. As it turns out, that little orgy evening was the turning point for Julie and him."

"Was I part of that, Mummy?" I so loved gossiping with her, mother to daughter. The shame of Heather's and my orgy performance was quite lost, but I did care about my sister sissy. "Was Julie upset with me, you know, 'being his partner?'"

"No, dear, not at all. In fact, I would bet that you were part of her little plan. Poor old Freddy was directly between her crosshairs. And when a sissy-pantyboy of her incredible beauty and, I'm sure, equal talents, decides a man, practically any man, is to be hers, it shall come to pass!

"You were simply the cumquat du jour, albeit an amazingly desirable cumquat. I hear they had to draw straws to determine who would have you. Anyway, as you know Johnny, Freddy, Heather and you went first. After you and Heather left, the second scene of Peter, Howard, Raquel and Julie played. Johnny and Freddy were relegated to their cigars and brandies whilst the others proceeded with their mini-orgy.

"Julie apparently took over the entire scene, taking on both men with complete abandon. Raquel was in on it and simply stood aside whilst Julie worked her magic on the two men. It was a show that will go down in pantyboy history -- a fact neither unnoticed by, nor wasted upon poor Freddy. Julie actually made the boy jealous. Here, 'his' prize, the most beautiful pantyboy on the face of the earth, was in rapture, having the time of his sissy life, with two other men, both legendary studs, themselves!

"After that, it was merely a matter of pulling the old goat in by his horns. One could have colored Freddy 'taken' right then and there. When they returned to their cabin, the little minx even made him wait forever while she primped and put on the cutest little babydoll imaginable. Fred simply never stood a chance!

"The next day she told Raquel that it was a new Freddy for the rest of the night. He was more intense than ever before, both in love and sex. By morning, he was holding her in his arms whispering the 'L' word to her. But then, what man in his right mind wouldn't! She is the incredible in both beauty and spirit.

"Actually I'm very happy for both of them. Fred is a true gem, and Julie is as sweet as she is beautiful. Mark my words, when they show up for Johnny's party, Julie will be sporting about five carats of pure blue diamond.

"My God," Mummy chuckled, "the pantyboy world, especially out in that cheese-sounding place in Wisconsin, will go into a state of mourning at losing their most treasured Daddy! At the very least, flags -- and clitties -- will be at half mast!"

Recovering from her little laugh, she continued, "Dani, Tomorrow and again the following day we will continue our mother-daughter conversations. Yes, dear, I will get into all those questions you have about our little organization here, and we will deal with a practical plan concerning you return to boarding school.

"In the meantime, we have a few more significant things for you to experience. Anyway, it's high time you learned how to play with your Mummy!"

"Well, good whatever time of day it is," came from behind me.

"Aha! Look at what is up and moving! And it's 'good afternoon,' DeeDee. Well, at least for some of us. How are you, my dear? Better than the crew who attempted to service you I suspect!" laughed Mummy.

"Actually Connie, I may be the best I have been for years! I have some very interesting news."

DeeDee plopped herself in not an entirely ladylike manner in a chair opposite Mummy and me with a sigh. "Connie, I may be getting too old for this stuff, but that's part of my news."

I marveled at DeeDee is much the same way I had earlier marveled at Mummy; however, with even greater interest as DeeDee was genetically quite male. Her appearance rivaled Mummy's: tall, fine boned and, given the circumstances, still very elegant. They were of the same age, and except for DeeDee's brown eyes and more modest bosom and hips, could pass as sisters. DeeDee was even wearing a very similar bikini and wrap.

I had gleaned she had legendary sexual energy, which was truly remarkable amongst this crowd where sexual excess was taken as routine. As with several others whom I had recently met, she apparently had a bit of history with both Sir John and Mummy.

"My God, Connie, Dani is the spitting image of you at her age! She really is exquisite!"

"Why, thank you DeeDee. She is such a flawless sissy. A mother's dream come true! Now, DeeDee, we have to better manage the crew. I am amazed this little love boat isn't sitting on some shoal right now. However, first I want to her your news. I felt some vibes last night. Could it concern Johnny?"

"I'm finished with the crew. Maybe I shouldn't have turned Stevie loose on those two cute cabin boys, but I thought it was such a nice gift to her. My head just wasn't focused on that at the time, which brings me to your question. Yes, it does indeed involve our Johnny, but Connie, it may take a bit to tell you. I know you have some plans for your sissy. Do you have the time?"

"Of course! Now, DeeDee, what is your news?" Mummy inquired.

"Well, you guessed much of it, Connie. Of course it's John -- who else? Who else has it ever been?"

"Do tell, my dear!"

"Well, I had finished with Willie and Hans, had Stevie clean me out -- she is sooo good at that, and decided to come up on deck for a breath of fresh air, and a nice long smoke. By the way, Connie, they really are superb studs! I understand Electra and you sampled the dear boys a couple of days ago.

"Anyway, and thank God I have taken the time to fix myself up a bit before leaving my cabin, as I sat smoking right here, in fact, along came none other than Johnny -- up for his early flight to New York. He sat down next to me. I was in a quiet and kinda a pensive mood. With his normal charm he said, 'A penny for your thoughts?'

"I simply looked at him and gave him an, 'Oh Johnny...'

"Out of the blue, he replied, and I quote him exactly, 'Thinking about settling down?'

"I though for a moment, and turned to him and said, 'You know very well, John Strong, that I can only do that with one man. And for that one man I would do it in a heartbeat.'"

Tears covered DeeDee's face. After a second to compose herself, she continued, "There was a long pause, and I figured, 'Oh well, typical Johnny!' But it wasn't!"

"Yeessss, DeeDee...Oh my God! OOOh my Goddd!" Mummy exclaimed, understanding that these were tears of joy. Tears now were starting down Mummy's cheeks.

Mummy moved towards DeeDee to embrace her, but she waived Mummy away, instead wishing to concentrate on her story. After composing herself, DeeDee continued, "Well, Sis, after the pause, he got up from his seat and kneeled on one knee in front of me, taking my hand..."

DeeDee and Mummy both broke down in complete tears and this time stood to hold each other tightly.

"Yes, yes, yes! Connie he did! It was so simple and direct.

"He said...he said...he said, oooh Connie..." DeeDee again broke down in tears.

"He said, and it was sooo very 'Johnny,' 'DeeDee will you give me the honor of being my bride? Methinks it is far, far overdue, and for that, I apologize. I want you now more than any other person on the face of this good earth, and I want to grow old with you -- not necessarily gracefully, but certainly with good cheer. DeeDee, I love you! I guess I have always loved you and have been a complete dolt about it. Will you have me now?"

"Oooh, DeeDee! How wonderful! All these years of loving him!"

"Oooh, Connie! I am so very happy."

I began to cry, but wondered whether part of that was for losing Sir John, my very first 'man?' "My God," I thought, "this was such a girl-moment, and I now was such a girl!"

Mummy recovered first, and asked, in jest, "What's it with you Mensa types about getting glimpses into the obvious? What are you combined IQ's, close to 400?"

They both laughed and hugged in a way that only old and very dear friends can.

Mummy reached over and touched an intercom.

"Yes, Mistress, how may I serve you, Ma'am?" came Millicent's voice from the other end.

"Yes, my dear, please bring up three Mimosas," replied Mummy. "And chill some of Sir John's best champagne for dinner. The private stock, Bollinger, '55. Trust me, he'll approve. We have some toasts to make tonight!"

"So," Mummy said, "is this to be the week of the demise of the old great bulls? First dear old Freddy bites the dust to that beautiful Julie, and now the 'kinga of kingas,' the venerable Sir John Strong, bows to his woman! I love it!

"Did you talk about dates, places and all that stuff? What about your sissy, Stevie?

"No, not really as to dates, but Stevie's a keeper what with Millicent leaving to live with the Prendergasts. Johnny will never lose his taste for little cumquat blond sissy maids with their tits and asses hanging out, so 'tis far, far better he plays with my maid than some scheming little bitch. And then there are my random urges to be satisfied. The sissy does have an exquisite mouth."

"You are one scheming woman, DeeDee Moore. Stevie loves you more than she loves cock -- and she really, really loves cock!' Mummy roared with laughter. "Also, you will always have the Willy - Hans dividend!"

Recovering from the jesting, albeit absolutely accurate, DeeDee offered, "John changed his plans and is flying back down here tomorrow to have dinner with me."

Giggling, DeeDee added, "I did suggest that he stop by Harry Winston's on the way back out to the airport. Gems and G-5's go so well together!"

"DeeDee," Mummy offered, "you should ask him to call Freddy and see if he wants Johnny to pick up a little something for Julie. The boy competition will benefit both you of you, but that's just a conniving girl thought," Mummy chuckled.

While we all were laughing at DeeDee's and Mummy's little 'suggestions,' an impeccably dressed and coiffed Millicent appeared with three tall mimosas perfectly presently on a silver tray. She wore a simple, but beautifully presented, short French maid's uniform and impossibly high heels for a boat at sea.

Millicent was Sir John's maid when I first met her. She was another blond beauty and my very first sissy lover. In the brief time since, she had agreed to enter into the service of Peter and Raquel Prendergast.

As she passed the drinks to the three of us, Mummy inquired how things were about the boat.

"Oh, Mistress Constance, Ma'am, things are being sorted out. Mistress Electra appeared and sent the two cabin boys to their bunks with stern orders to appear ready for service promptly at five this evening -- in shackles! Earlier, Heather had come down to the galley to lend Cook a hand. Stevie is still missing. Mistress Electra then went up to the bridge, and I haven't heard back from her."

DeeDee just sat there grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat, totally ignoring the fact that the need to 'sort out' arose from her little sexual rampage.

"Very good, Millicent my dear, and thank you," Mummy replied. "Well, that takes care of half the dumbsticks on board. I'm sure Lecta will sort out the other two in short order. Time for some all girl fun on this merry little boat!"

Mummy then turned to DeeDee and proposed a brief toast to her good fortune after which we all drank and hugged.

Still holding Mummy in a light embrace, DeeDee said, "So, my dearest old friend, this girl is going to be on her best behavior this evening. As soon as we dock tomorrow, I'm off for a mega-power shop. I scheduled Maria and Anna for a total makeover tomorrow afternoon."

"DeeDee, how long has it been since you bedded him down?" Mummy asked.

"Three years, thirty-two days, ten hours -- but who's counting," laughed DeeDee. "After all those young sissies, it's high time the boy returned to the finer vintage things in life. And one thing I do know something about is pleasing my man!"

Mummy roared as well, knowing all too well her friend's estimably sexual reputation. "God help him! I do love a woman with a mission! However, seriously, do you have a plan for the evening?"

"The start of one, Connie. I intend on giving myself to him as his bottom. When he gives me a ring, and I am positive that he will, I will give him a little package."

"A collar?"

"Oh, nothing that trite, just pairs of Smith and Wesson hand cuffs and leg irons, all wrapped up in a pretty package. He'll get the message."

"DeeDee, you have only subbed for one person and never for a male. That is a true gift and the meaning will not be lost on the boy."

"Connie, I hope you are not offended, or..."

"Good grief, no, DeeDee. He's a soft top anyway. But, mmm, you were a fun bottom! Go for it! I think it's perfect! And it's time Dani moving on anyway."

"Oh, God," I silently marveled. "These people -- my own mother -- really do have things planned out for me." Amazingly, my thoughts did not go to Sir John, but rather those two young hunks at the fetish ball last night.

"Yes, I like the idea," DeeDee continued swooning. "I like it very, very much! God, I can't wait. He is going to get so fucked!"

"Hey, Connie," she continued, "I'm getting a massage from Anna at two, maybe you could get Maria to give you one then as well -- we all know how she feels about you. A little loosing up may be good for your 'exercise' later."

"Is the 'new you' going to join us for dinner and parlor games, DeeDee? Stevie would also be a great addition. Cocktails start at 6:00 here on the afterdeck. The sissies will be dressed in their finest frills including a few 'diversions' to be disclosed or discovered later."

"Connie, I thought you have very specific plans. You know, concerning..."

"Oh, I do, I indeed do. I think I'll take you up on the massage idea. Good grief, I also need to recover from last night. We can chat more then, including your next question about last night -- yes, dear, it was heaven on earth!

"Millicent, will you be a dear and ask Miss Maria if she would like to give me a massage along with Mistress DeeDee? Oh, also please send Heather up here. Is she dressed in her bikini?

"Yes, she is Mistress Constance, and I will send her up immediately, Ma'am."

"Thank you Millicent. You are excused."

After Millicent's flawless deep curtsey and departure, the three of us settled into a pleasant silence and just enjoyed the passing seascape whilst sipping our tasty drinks.

"Good afternoon Mistresses," chirped a pleasant voice from behind us that I knew to be Heather's. "And hi there, sweet sissy sister!"

My heart skipped a beat as the lovely Heather approached. She was dressed in an identical bikini and pareo. We really did look exactly like sisters, almost identical twins except Heather was five years older and had a more developed feminine shape. I considered her the most beautiful sissy in the world and wanted to grow up just like her.

"Heather, my dear adoptive daughter, come give Mummy Connie a kiss."

Heather approached Mummy with reverence. I again sensed that there was a bit more than mother-daughter love involved as she kissed Mummy directly on the lips.

After politely kissing DeeDee on her cheek, Heather then gave me a long, deep open mouth kiss and plopped on my lap with one arm about my neck.

"Well, Connie,' DeeDee chuckled, "I guess that I will have to join your little frolic this evening. Maybe these two lust ridden sluts can show me some pointers for tomorrow night!"

"Who knows, DeeDee," Mummy said back with a twinkle in her bright blue eyes, "perhaps an 'old times' after party might also be instructive. I dare said that the sissies will be more than occupied."

"Mmmmm, Connie, let's head down to the salon. As they say, 'We have to talk.'"

"Okay, DeeDee, let's go.

"Girls, you may go up to the foredeck to sun and chat. But no sex, my randy little daughters! That is for later. You must report to the salon for preparation at four sharp. Understand?"

We both echoed, "Yes, Ma'am!"

As Mummy and DeeDee left, Mummy put her arm around her old friend, and DeeDee nuzzled in close to her. "My amazing mother," I thought. "How things have changed in such a short period of time!"

Taking the cue from Mummy, Heather got up and took me about her arm. My reaction was identically to DeeDee's. Her soft skin and scent of expensive perfume utterly intoxicating me.

We reached the forward deck and completed the ritual of rubbing protective lotion about each other and ourselves. After a bit I turned to the lovely Heather and asked, "What do you think they have planned for us this evening?"

Heather's eyes glazed over a bit, "Well, sweetie, let me see. There are four world-class dominatrices and four beautiful submissive sissies aboard this little kinky cruiser. Add to that some wonderfully kinky clothing and an untold number of kinky toys. And what do we have?"

"Kinky sex?" I softly responded, feeling a deep visceral urging rising.

"I should think you just won the Irish Sweepstakes my dear!"

I cast my eyes downward as if touching a forbidden subject and asked, "Bondage?" Then, with a quivering voice and a chill going up my spine, "Whips too?"

"Oh, my young sister, I do hope so. I certainly do hope so! That and a lot more..."

"Oooh," was all that I could manage with my voice. My little clitty was much more assertive in its reaction.

"Dani, at this point we all know that you adore bondage. I watched you last night when the locks on your cuffs clicked closed. You got a noticeable sexual charge out of it. The way you later played in your bondage was absolutely sinful.

"The interesting thing is that we must report to Maria two hours before the party starts. That must mean we are in for some type of special preparation. Now, that, dear Dani, I find very exciting, but what really gets my little clitty quivering is that Mummy Connie will be leading the games."

Now Heather's eyes completely glazed over and she actually did appear to be entering a near orgasmic state in a distant place within her mind.

Then a new bomb dropped. Coming back to a semi-coherent state, Heather looked into my eyes and said, "Dani, have you ever wanted to make love to your mother?"

My cheeks burned, offering their own damning testimony.

"Don't be ashamed, sweetie, she is one of the most beautiful women in the world. You are really only beginning to know your own mother. So many of us, both sissy and real girl, try to emulate her in appearance and style. You, yourself, do. I have for five years. Certainly Stevie and Millicent do. DeeDee has for many years. She is the most special of women. Tonight you must submit utterly to her, but then in so many ways you already have, as we both know."

A new form of acceptance came over me. I knew that I wanted not only the dressing, but also the games that came along with it. "How many times had I fantasized about Mummy?" I wondered. Too many to count was the booming answer. "My God," I thought, "what a change in five days, but then maybe it was simply meant to be. I certainly had been channeled this way for years without actually realizing it."

I blurted out, "Heather, how do you think I will turn out?"

"Sweetie, that is not for me to say. You must make that determination on your own, over time. However, if you are asking me if you will return to being a boy, the short form answer is no. Dani, you really never were a boy. The only part of you that even resembles a boy is your tiny teapot, and even that isn't very boyish. Cute for a sissy, but certainly not manly, despite the prodigious amount of sweet sissy cream it so frequently shoots. I doubt that you could even become a respectable gay man -- 'man' being the operative word there. Dani, you are the prototype sissy. The only question is what type of sissy."

"I know Heather. I think I want to grow up to be just like you."

"That, Dani, is extremely flattering, especially given how strikingly feminine and beautiful you are. However, just four days ago the sissy you wanted to be like was Millicent. Not a bad choice as she, too, is a beauty.

"You must consider all you options. Just think about the variety here. We range from Julie, the flawless pantyboy with a notable clitty and no real titties to the soon to be complete transsexual, Raquel, with her large breasts and hourglass figure. Both beauties by any scale, neither terribly submissive and yet each quite different. Then there's Stevie and Millicent, both submissive frilly sissies with active clitties and pretty pert titties. Different girls, different choices -- no different from the rest of the people on the planet except for the rich uniqueness of our choices.

"So, my dear, relax and enjoy each experience as it comes -- just like this evening. Now let's try to get a little rest before the games begin. We'll need it!"

 

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