Re-Structuring

by Steffani St. James

  

Part 2

  

I stood there, aghast, as my wife chatted with my boss, Jan. The two women obviously were good friends and possibly lovers. And my wife had also obviously had a hand in what had happened to me and would most certainly continue happening. Jan, Mistress or Ms. Stevens to me, dismissed me and sent me to my room.

Sitting quietly there, I heard raucous laughter and giggling emanating from the dining room and later from the parlor. I was most curious but not enough so, to sneak out and listen more closely. You see, even before my boss forced me to become her secretary or whatever, my wife had quite effectively cuckolded me into what I was now – a simpering, submissive, ultra-feminine sissy! And although reluctant about that station in life, I actually had come to enjoy that person.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and I stood, expectantly waiting for the bedroom door to open. It did and my wife and Jan walked in.

"Ah, there's your sweet husband now, sitting so prettily on the bed. Jean, why don't you tell him what's in store for him next."

"I'd love to. Stephanie, I want you to do something for us. Since you've come to enjoy your feminine side so much, your Mistress and I need a diversion this evening. We need a pretty, ultra-feminine French Maid to wait on us and keep us pleasured. Follow me. I want to show you something you haven't seen here yet."

I stood, smoothed my tight skirt and followed my wife and my boss out into the hall. They walked down a few doors, then Jan unlocked the one two doors from the room where I'd been staying. Inside, with the light on, I saw an unbelievably feminine boudoir. The color scheme was all soft pink and white. The curtains and decorations were made of white lace with pink ruffles. The bed was covered with a pink satin comforter, the dust ruffle was white satin and the pillow shams were also of satin and lace. The scent in the room was undeniably female; I know Estee when I smell it!

My boss led the way, opening the huge closet doors. Inside were all manner of French Maid's outfits. Some were made of satin, some of supple leather and some were of latex and vinyl. An array of colors were represented too. I saw soft pink, hot pink, royal blue, brilliant reds and of course, shimmery blacks. On the shelf were boxes and boxes of shoes. All had impossibly high heels and were in shades to match the maid's dresses. There were also several wig forms with gorgeous wigs on them. These hairpieces all were teased to immense sizes and covered the range of color and style.

My wife opened a drawer and showed me piles of neatly folded panties with soft ruffles on the derriere side. There were also bras; longlines, soft cups, under-wires and even corsets and waist-cinchers ands garter belts. I was literally overcome by the quantity of ultra-feminine lingerie and delicate sheer hosiery.

"Now, my darling, strip and go to the bathroom so I can supervise your bathing. I want you to be very smooth and soft for this evening's fun. And prepare yourself for am enema also. I want you totally clean, inside and out."

I carefully removed all my clothes after my wife had unlocked the stiletto pumps from my feet so I could step out of them. Then I minced into the bathroom, removed my pantyhose and shoes and assumed the position, kneeling on the floor with my face pressed to the cool tiles. My wife entered, prepared the enema nozzle and deftly slid it into my budded rear entry. I sighed as the oversized penis-shaped thing popped into my rectum. Then she opened the valve and a warm solution filled me up. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to retain all of it until told I could release. Three times, she filled me and three times I squatted on the potty and emptied myself. Finally, she was satisfied as the liquid ran clear from my bowels.

Then, I stepped into the scented hot water and allowed her to scrub my smooth, hairless body. Where she spied a lone hair, she applied shaving gel and swiped a ladies' razor over it, effectively removing it and leaving my even softer and more girlish. When she was pleased at how clean, sweet-smelling and hairless I had become, she motioned for me to get out and she gently patted me dry. Of course, my huge silicone mammaries continued to look realistic and the latex vaginal appliance was still properly in place.

Back in the bedroom, she had me suspend myself from what she called a "lacing bar" that was screwed over a door. Once hanging with my tiptoes barely touching the floor, she wrapped a white satin, steel-boned corset around my torso and after securing its busk, laced me into the restrictive garment. Little by little, the edges came together at my back until they touched; at that point, my wife tied off the laces and measured my now diminutive middle.

"Oh how sweet! My darling Stephanie has a lovely 21" waist to go with her luscious 52" bust and 42" hips!!! What a sexy bimbo she's becoming!"

I blushed, and then my wife had me sit so she could roll my sheer beige stockings onto my legs. This done, she had me stand so she could attach all eight garters to the stocking tops. Next, she showed me a luscious pair of ruffled panties; they were virginal white with seven cloud-like layers of sheer ruffles, clear across my soft derriere! The panties fit snugly against my girlish crotch and made me feel even more submissive and sweet. To make the ultra-short maid's dress look even more scrumptious and to further show off my long smooth legs and pretty derriere, I next stepped into a ruffled "can-can" petticoat. Following the petti, my wife lifted a black satin French Maid's uniform over my head and carefully worked it down my body and smoothed the stiff satin material into place, adjusting the bodice and zipping the back closure so I wouldn't be able to get myself out of the costume without help. Black patent leather stiletto heels were next, ones with six inch high spikes and these were locked into place on my feet.

Now my wife presented me to Jan, my boss and I realized that Jan would supervise my makeover. Another hour was spent attaching my French manicured nail tips, giving my face a healthy female glow, highlighting my eyes so they literally smoldered and screamed "female" and painting a pouty "cupid's bow" on my lips. Spritzed on perfume, tiny earrings and a locket that said "Sissy" inside it completed my new look. The final crowning glory was the platinum blonde teased hairpiece that defined my new sexuality and gender.

When I minced out of the room, all traces of my former male self were gone; I even believed that I was a wholly reborn female. I giggled, swished and softly marveled at the way I looked and acted. It felt so right!

"Stephanie, just follow us downstairs. Your first task will be to dust the furniture and knickknacks in the parlor while we enjoy dinner. When we finish, we'll return to check your work and if we're satisfied, you may then eat YOUR dinner. Of course, yours will be lighter and fat-free as we feel you need to diet and get that weight down. I want your waist to ultimately be a mere 18" in circumference so you have quite a way to go."

"Yes, Mistress", I answered my boss.

I busied myself with the feather duster while the two women enjoyed their dinner. Then, about an hour later, they strolled into the parlor, inspected my work and indicated their approval. I was sent to the kitchen where I consumed a small salad and a dish of cut up fresh fruit. I had a cup of hot tea with lemon and no sugar, to drink. Then, I returned to the parlor.

"Miss Stephanie, please stand here so we can inspect our pretty maid", my wife commanded.

I stood, eyes lowered and head straight while the women examined my dress, lifted the hem and fluffed the silky ruffles beneath it. They also touched my face and complexion, checking the makeup and smelling my perfume.

"Let's see how much of a girl she's become", my wife exclaimed as she ran her latex-gloved hand over my soft pantied crotch.

My boss and Mistress, Jan, watched as my wife continued to rub and caress that spot.

"Well, Jan, I can feel nothing there! It appears our little lady is being true to her new station in life. So when will she become even more of a she?"

I listened, somewhat incredulous as they discussed what was to happen to me over the next several months.

"Well, Jean, I'm sending her to a special finishing school first. There, she'll learn how to take care of herself and be the sexy submissive sweetie we both want. Then, she'll be going to a secretarial school to learn how to take dictation, type and all those other things a good admin assistant needs to know. Once she begins work at my office, she'll start as a receptionist and move up the ladder to the steno pool."

"Mmm, that sounds lovely. But when will you have her changed permanently?"

"Oh", my boss chuckled, "By next year at this time, I plan for her to see my gynecologist and urological physician. They'll oversee Stephanie's gender surgery, implants and voice modification. By New Year's, Stephanie will be a genuine female! I can hardly wait to see her bedded for the first time by the office lothario! He's so big! And precious Steph will have to take all of him – orally and in her new tight little girly box!"

"Oh my! May I get to see her first intercourse too?"

"Certainly, Jean. Remember, she is still yours too. You and I share this prissy girl."

I was scared now. I always loved playing as a female but faced with becoming a real girl, I wasn't sure what might ultimately happen to me. The two women had me return to the kitchen for a bottle of wine and I brought it and two glasses back. I poured for them and stood patiently waiting for their next request. It came after they'd both had two more glasses each. They were obviously drunk now.

"Shisshy Shtephanie! Go upshtairs and turn down the bed in my room. And get ready yourshelf. Your shweetie mommy and your shexy dommy want to play with you!"

I slowly climbed to the second floor bedroom of my Mistress. I wondered what kind of "play" they wanted.

  

  

  

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