The Sisterhood of Diana

by

Jean Camille

 

Chapter 1

Had I not accepted that ride at the bus stop, in the middle of a thunderstorm, the drastic change to my life would never have happened. It was a rainy evening, and in the midst of a downpour, a big limousine pulled up directly in front of me. The face of the elderly lady at the wheel seemed warm and very friendly.

"You poor thing. . .Can I give you a lift?" She asked in that very sweet and kind manner of hers. "Oh thank you ma'am. If it's no trouble, I am just headed about a dozen blocks south, to the Post Road", I gratefully replied.

I was certain that I had nothing to fear. Although I was short at 5 foot six, I had the slim, tough and wiry physique of a man who could take care of himself. At least, I thought as much. Yet, never did I dream that being picked-up by a kind and elderly lady could be risky. But then again, this world has seen many changes in the behavior of the female gender. In my father's day, few women were driving cars, much less stopping to offer a ride to a male stranger at a bus stop.

She smiled and said, "Come on, jump in quickly and get out of this rain. I'll take you to a warm and dry place." Something in my mind questioned the last part of her offer. "A warm and dry place"? What did she mean? However, I let the comment slide as I assumed that she merely wanted to be nice to a young fellow standing exposed to the elements. Probably, I thought, she just wanted to make sure that I was let out on The Post Road safely. Hopefully, I thought, she would offer to take me directly to the rooming house where I was staying. In any case, I was not interested in quibbling about her kindness. However, I now know that I should have been more cautious about the unusual proposal. The lady was in her fifties and obviously wealthy. Her car was new and a top of the line luxury car. She was wearing jewelry, fashionable clothes and appeared to have a general elegance in her manner that denoted that confidence of the well-to-do.

"I'm sorry about being so wet and soiling your nice car. but I really appreciate the kindness," I sincerely offered. Just then, I noticed to my surprise that there was a second lady seated in the back. She was more elderly, and smiled at me when I turned my head.

The older lady in the back answered, saying: "Oh that's quite all right, young man. You are certainly worthy of the inconvenience."

I wondered: "worthy of the inconvenience?", what are they talking about? Now I was starting to wonder about these two strange women. Despite the unusual aspects of this meeting, I still had little appreciation of the calamity that was soon to befall me.

A few minutes later, the car pulled to the curb as we reached the Post Road. Then it happened, and the world as I knew it collapsed. Assuming that this was where they had chosen to drop me off, I turned to thank the women. Suddenly, I realized that I was looking at a gun pointed at my head by the driver. Instinctively, I reached for the door handle. However, the old lady in the back, quickly put a stun gun to my neck. I must have been unconscious for some time. I awakened to find myself lying on the floor board in front of the rear seat. My hands and feet were tied with plastic binders and some kind of a ball gag was in my mouth, and secured around my face.

I was extremely uncomfortable and barely able to breath. In an effort to complain, I expelled a muffled groan. The elderly lady in the rear had her foot on my chest. Hearing my groan she offered, "I see that you are awake, young man. I know that you are uncomfortable. If you promise to be quiet, I can ease your discomfort by releasing your gag. Do you agree?"

I vigorously nodded my head. She smiled at my acceptance and reached with her hand to the binders around my mouth. However, she warned, "But remember that I still have this stun gun in my hand, and at the least disturbance from you, I shall use it on you again. Is that understood?" Finally, after I again nodded and looked at her with pleading eyes, she loosened the gag.

"Ma'am, please tell me what this is all about. I...", I started to say, but was interrupted by her swift aiming of the stun gun to my chest.

Sternly, she said, "You are not to speak. If you do so, I will make you unconscious again. . . Do you understand?" I nodded assent, and we continued the long car trip in silence. We seemed to be traveling far into the country side, somewhere up state from my town that was a little suburb of New York City. I was awful curious about the motivation for this apparent kidnaping by these two strange women. Yet, I dared not open my mouth lest I be attacked again with that awful stun gun. I tried my best to relax, and from my position on the floor, I spent my time glancing up at my captor, the elderly lady with the shock weapon. Her silvery hair was professionally coiffured and her clothing was of fine and expensive taste. Although she must have been well over sixty, she was still rather attractive. Perhaps it was the healthy and lean look about her that she exuded. My curiosity was intense as I spent the entire trip questioning in my mind what it was that these two matrons could want of me.

I was merely a young guy just barely eking out a living by doing pick-up jobs in construction. My accomplishments were few, and in general, I failed in all the important events in my life. My education stopped after two years of college. I could only hold a job for a few short months at a time, and my marriage ended up in disaster a year ago. When we lost our little apartment, my wife Carol gave up on me, moved out, and took our little girl to live with her mother. Therefore, I could not understand what my value was that made me worthy of kidnaping.

After a few hours the car finally stopped. The plastic binders on my ankles were removed and I was helped out of the car. My hands were still tied, but I immediately considered finding a way to overpower these two old ladies and escape. "I know exactly what is going through your mind," the older lady said. She looked at me in a strange and confident manner, and said, "If you attempt any kind of escape I shall make you feel very sorry."

"Yes Ma'am," I said quietly. We were in the driveway of an estate. The house, made of grey stone block, was immense and appeared to have dozens of rooms. The younger lady, who had been driving, was at the trunk of the car. I suddenly had the idea that now was the best time to escape. All that I had to do was to over power this old gal and run to the driver side. Hopefully the keys would still be in the car. With my two hands, still bound together, I suddenly turned and swung them toward the white haired lady's head. She artfully dodged my blow, grabbed my fists, and levered me onto my back with a hip toss.

With her foot on my chest, she said, "I am well trained and capable of throwing you around all night, if you want. Now, if you have had enough, we'll escort you into the house and explain to you why you are here. Well, what do you say?" I saw no need to say anything to these two crazy women. I nodded agreement and cautiously arose to my feet. They both had smiles on their faces and walked on each side of me as we entered the huge mansion house. I was escorted into a large and elaborate front hall. The furniture and the oak paneling on the walls, although rather old, was worthy of a museum. Frankly, I had never before been among such expensive surroundings.

The younger woman spoke first, saying, "My name is Celeste and that is Claudia. However, you must refer to us by the title of Mistress at all times. Is that understood"? "Uh, yes Ma'am, I mean Mistress. But, please tell me what is this all . . ." I quickly stopped my speech as the older granny pointed the stun gun again. Claudia then ordered, "From this time forward, you are to go to your knees whenever you wish to speak to a woman. Is that understood?" When I nodded, she directed, "Very well then, go down upon your knees and we will inform and instruct you."

Seeing that I was kneeling and under control, Mistress Claudia continued, "Now we expect that it will take some time for you to adjust, James. . .Oh yes, we know your name. You're James Crowley, and we know your whole sad history." The confusion must have been apparent on my face, as Mistress Celeste finally spoke and said, "Alright James, what questions do you want to ask? Just remember to be respectful as we have you under complete control and we will tolerate no disrespect. Do you understand?"

Clearing my throat, I stammered, "Yes Ma'am. . .uh Mistress, just what do you want of me? Why am I here?" Mistress Claudia smiled and said, You are here for training, James. Oh, by the way, from now on your name is Jennifer or Jenny. You are going to be feminized and all of your disgusting male habits will be shed along with your ugly men's clothing."

While trying to understand and digest her comments, I stood stunned, and just stared at my captors, incredulously. Mistress Celeste also smiled and said, "What no questions, Jenny. Don't you want to know what this place is?" In obvious confusion, I nodded.

Celeste continued on saying, "This is the training center of the Sisterhood of Diana. We train and feminize selected men for entry into a new society where women will re-build this world."

Finally in exasperation I arose from my knees and spoke, "Suppose I don't want to feminize, what then." Getting some spirit aroused, I said, "What if I don't want anything to do with your crazy ideas and . . ."

Before I could say more, I was struck severely across the side of my head with a riding crop by Mistress Celeste. As I turned to face her, Mistress Claudia seized my wrist and with a twist, forced me into a kneeling position. Holding me in a grip that inflicted pain to my wrist, Claudia said, "The first lesson Jennifer is to always be respectful to women. Is that understood?" "Yes Ma'am . . . uh, Mistress."

Celeste looked down at me saying, "You seem to have trouble with our titles. If it is more comfortable, you may refer to us as ma'am. Now, do you have any further questions, that is, asked in a respectful manner?" Remaining on my knees, and with a tone of respect, I softly urged, "Well Ma'am, I'm a man. I just can't "feminize". Why not find someone who is willing?" Claudia responded, "Oh you WILL feminize, Jenny. Your life depends upon you doing so. If you fail, you will be slain, buried and forgotten, somewhere on the hundreds of acres of this estate."

"But Ma'am, You just can't just pick me up off the street and do what you please with me. Someone may call the cops," I argued in a try at bluffing my way out. "No Jenny, you will not be missed. We have been watching you for a month. We seized you at a time when you are in between construction jobs. Your belongings were picked up at the rooming house and the landlord was only too happy to have your overdue bill paid in full. You see, no one knows where you are, and more importantly, no one cares." The picture was becoming clearer now. I had been seized by what I presumed to be an insane cult. I knew that they were correct in saying that I would not be missed. Still on my knees, I silently regarded my captors. Claudia was over sixty, and still quite appealing. Celeste was in her forties or fifties, and equally beautiful. Perhaps it was their excellent physical condition that made them so attractive. Yet, more than that, they had an air of confidence that was totally "unlady-like". I could only describe them in my mind as a pair of beautiful old Amazons.

Still holding my wrist, Claudia directed, "Now that we are all introduced, let's get on with the training. Come with us into the instruction room."

I arose and followed obediently and entered a large side room off the hall, which had the appearance of a library. In the center, however, were some training mats as used in defense instruction. The room was expansive and had several open classroom areas for small group meetings. I stood in the center of the room and continued to marvel at my surroundings.

Celeste ordered, "Remember Jenny, you are to do everything that we ask, and without question. Is that understood?"

"Yes Ma'am", I quickly responded. The shame alone, made me wish to have no further testing of their ability to subdue me.

"All right then, Jennifer, take off all of those ugly men's clothes, and I mean everything," Claudia directed. Slowly, at first, I started to strip. The stern looks on their faces made me continue until I was completely nude. "Well, Let's see what we have here," Claudia said. She ran her hand over the skin on my chest, poked some soft areas and seemed not happy with my physical condition. "I think we have to start with total hair removal. Afterward, we need a long program of body conditioning and exercise. There isn't much flab, but we want her to be very very lean." Celeste then added, "Your diet must have been atrocious." Then looking to Claudia, she added, "But, honestly, her condition is not as bad as I feared. I think that she has the potential to make an excellent feminized maid. What do you think Claudia?"

Along with a feminine name, they were now referring to me as "she" and "her". I wondered, what would these zany old ladies have off me next? While Claudia was measuring me for sizes of clothing, Celeste brought out some tubes of creams. "It's time to remove your disgusting body hair. Fortunately for you, you are fair and your hair has a fine quality. This cream will itch badly at first. However, this type has a retardant that will largely reduce new growth." With those comments, Celeste started to apply the cream over my entire body. After suffering for some fifteen minutes with terrible itching, I was taken to a bathroom for a very appreciated shower. To my surprise, Claudia undressed and entered the shower with me.

"Oh don't get excited, young man, or I should say, young lady. We're all girls here, so this will not be an opportunity for sexual gratification. I am joining you to insure the total removal of the awful body hair." A scrubbing with a stiff brush ensued much to my discomfort. I could see my all of my body hair going down the shower drain. Except for the top of my head, my skin was totally bald. My private parts area was not spared. Finally, I was taken outside and given a vigorous rubbing with a towel. Celeste, then gently applied a satisfying cream all over and handed me a pair of pink nylon panties and a lacy dressing gown to wear.

"I can't wear these things. I'm a man," I instinctively complained.

Immediately, Celeste waved her riding crop and ordered, "Down on your knees, Jennifer, before you speak." Seeing that my plight was hopeless. I went to my knees and tried to plead my case. "Please Ma'am, I don't think that I can be what you want. I would make a terrible woman." Claudia smiled and with kindness, urged, "Don't worry Dear, you will succeed, if only because your life depends upon doing so. Now arise and quickly put on those panties and dressing gown. We have much more to accomplish, before we put you to bed."

Making any argument or attempting another escape seemed not only hopeless but might lead to my own demise. Therefore, I slid into the nylon panties and donned the pretty robe. Doing so, gave my now hairless body a new excitement. Afterward, I was escorted into a large dressing room that had elaborate beauty salon equipment. "We're going to fix up that awful mousey mane of yours," Celeste announced. Firmly she ordered, "Now go into the chair and lie back."

After some inspection and discussion, it was decided by my two mistresses that I undergo a shampoo, rinse, and tint. They were then joined by one of the attractive young maids that worked in the house.

Claudia introduced her, "Jennifer, this is Joanne who will be helping you with your training. I advise you to get to know her and follow her instructions totally. Is that understood."

I quickly nodded to Claudia and Joanne, and said, "Yes Ma'am. . .It's nice to meet you Joanne." How strange and oddly exciting it felt to be introduced to a young girl as another woman. Joanne was a very pretty auburn haired beauty, dressed in an attractive knee length maid's uniform, complete with a pretty uniform cap. The maid was in her twenties and very trim. She smiled knowingly, and proceeded to take me to the sink where my hair was shampooed and rinsed several times. Afterward, I was taken back to the chair where combing and some tinting was given. I was starting to relax and in time, became drowsy in the comfortable chair and dozed off to sleep. When I awoke, I found that they had rolled up my hair into tight curls. Joanne, under the direction of the two older ladies, was starting to pour a foul smelling liquid into my rolls.

Instinctively, I complained, "Good Grief. . . I'm getting a permanent wave."

"Oh that's not all, Sweetie," Joanne happily offered. "Your hair has been lightened with a tint and we are going to give you a lovely shoulder length page boy effect, including some very pretty bangs."

Suddenly, Claudia came to the side of my chair and grasped my ear lobe. With a little gun like device in her hand, she only said, "Now hold still." There was a sharp sting. When I cried "Ouch," she went to the other side and quickly pierced the other lobe. When I touched my ears, I realized that training studs had been installed. When the hair project was completed, Claudia felt that it was time for all to go to bed, saying "It's been a long day and now it's time to show Jennifer her room." Joanne who stayed behind smiled and said, "Good night, Sweetie, you'll look very cute in the morning when your perm is combed out."

I nodded and said "Good night, ma'am."

The two elderly ladies then brought me to a bedroom on the third floor. It was a woman's room and bedecked with feminine furnishings and closets full of women's clothes. "Here is a nice set of baby doll pj's for you to wear. Put them on quickly, Jenny and we'll tuck you into bed for the night," Celeste directed.

I changed in front of them, still not used to exposing myself entirely upon command.

Claudia now speaking in a friendlier tone said, "Jenny dear, You must now learn to protect your new hair style with this net cap, and be careful when you sleep, so as to protect your very pretty hair for tomorrow. Finally, I will help you to apply some moisturizer and dusting powder so that your nice skin is protected."

Celeste asked, "Jennifer, do you want a last visit to the bath room, before we put you into your bed?"

"No ma'am,"

Claudia guided me to the bed, saying, "Very well then," get inside. We have to secure your hands to the side rails to insure that you do nothing foolish. Perhaps, in the future, you can soon earn our trust" To my surprise, both of the elderly ladies, bent over my crib and gave me good night kisses.

"A smiling Celeste softly commented, "You're doing very well so far, dear. Soon you may be able to serve and join us."

Claudia joined in the warm good night wishes, warmly saying "I know that the day has been a shock for you, Jennifer. However, I want you to know that we intend to take good care of you, provided that you cooperate and learn your lessons well. Now be a good girl and get some sleep." Sleep finally came when exhaustion overcame my dismay at the day's events. I was so fatigued that the manacles holding my wrists to the side rails did not prevent my getting some needed rest.

 

Chapter 2

It was morning, and I awoke to see Joanne's smiling face urging me to arise and prepare for the new day. "Come Sweetie, time to visit the bathroom and get a nice shower. As soon as you are ready, I will help you dress and you will learn how to manage your make-up. You have to be very presentable and pretty when you report for breakfast with the Sisters," the pretty maid urged. My mind was full of questions. Sisters? Who are they? Apparently they are responsible for my kidnaping. But why, and why me. I arose to a day far different from yesterday when I was a poor but free man. Now, the maid had expensive women's underwear and other fancy feminine niceties for me to wear. But why me?

I returned from the morning shower to see the maid ready to help me put on facial make-up and assist in learning how to don women's finery. After feeling my smooth face, it seemed odd not to need the usual morning shave. The growth inhibiter in the hair remover was obviously effective. Joanne handed me a lacy dressing gown to wear while I learned about cosmetics.

The maid instructed, "Now, I want you to carefully remember how to do your face. I shall help you this morning, but we will expect you to perform your morning toilette, by yourself soon."

Joanne demonstrated the application of a foundation and the process of make-up for my skin. She showed me how to add a touch of blush to the cheeks. Work on the eyes followed with an application of Green Eye shadow, mascara and eyeliner. Perhaps she was over zealous, however her purpose was to demonstrate all the possibilities for my education in cosmetics. Finally, my nails were manicured and clear polish was applied.

"Here Sweetie, please put on this bra and panty set. I want you to wear this special g-string. It has a pad to cover your privates. Also dear, I have these nice adhering breast cup fillers for you. We can't have you displaying a flat chest."

The smooth and silky feel of the tiny and snug panties was a shock, especially on my dehaired skin . The soft bra with special fillers outlined nipples that appeared very real. After complying, she instructed, "Very good, now roll on the panty hose. . . Carefully, that's it. I think that you are learning, Sweetie, very fast."

I was getting used to being called "Sweetie", almost to the point of enjoying it. Also, The feel of the women's wear was a pleasure that was surprisingly indescribable. Yet, it was what I saw in the mirror that was humbling. To see myself standing in a bra and panty hose over my panties threw me into a state of shock. I WAS a female. More over, I never believed that I would look that good. Compared to the plain looking man of yesterday, I now appeared as a very attractive maiden.

When seeing the stunned look on my face, Joanne laughed at me, saying, "Oh my Jenny, do like what you see? Now quickly, put on this pretty blouse and flowery skirt. Then we will do your hair and make-up. You will look just dreamy. " Now surprisingly pleased with my new persona, I found myself enjoying a thrill in putting on the blouse and smoothing the lovely skirt about my hips. I saw the colors as being very attractive and the silky feel of the women's underwear along with the sleek outer garments was oddly stimulating. I was starting to wonder: What is happening to me? Am I now gay?

The perm had done wonders to my hair that, as a man, I had worn quite long. Joanne was pleased as she brushed out the tight curls. She said, "Jenny, your hair looks great, and will be still better when you let it grow. You certainly have a lot more to learn, Sweetie. But for now you are at least presentable to the Sisters. So, you better go downstairs and meet them at breakfast."

Although, the heels on my shoes were but an inch, I had to struggle to learn the art of walking in women's foot wear. Joanne escorted me down the two flights of stairs and led me to the first floor dining room.

It was the largest dining room that I had ever seen. There were some six ladies seated at the table already eating their breakfast at the grand table. Apparently, my first morning in dress as a female caused me to be late. Claudia, seated at the head of the table summoned me. "Good morning Jennifer, Come over here so that I may inspect your first attempts at femininity. Were you able to get some sleep last night, my dear?"

Her warm greeting surprised me. I felt disarmed and was rapidly forgetting my fears and any notions that I had for making complaints. I answered. "Uh, Yes Ma'am, I was able to get some sleep."

Although, I had changed my mind about complaining about the manacles, Claudia surprised me by saying, "I'm sure that the restraints were an annoyance. Perhaps tonight, we can see if you can be trusted. Now come close dear, so that I can inspect you."

Much as a mother would inspect the efforts of a child, Claudia inspected, tugged here and there, and straightened my clothing. Much attention was paid to my hair and facial cosmetics.

A younger blonde lady, who seemed to be in her thirties or forties, arose from her chair and inspected my face closely. Quickly, she was followed by a circle of friendly matrons all physically probing me, checking and commenting about my appearance. A few went to the extent of looking under my skirt and questioning my masculine bulge that was still evident. Other hands were all over my body and their touch was giving my hairless sensitive skin fits of ecstasy. I was on the verge of purring like a cat. The blonde lady, seeming surprised, exclaimed, "Oh, I think that she has excellent potential. She could possibly pass completely as a woman, and eventually be very attractive."

Claudia introduced this young blonde lady as Mistress Denise, and said, "Mistress Denise is to be your trainer, Now I expect you to remember to drop to your knees to greet and acknowledge her, as you must do from now on." Without hesitation, I found myself going down to the carpet. I bowed my head and said "Good morning, Mistress, thank you for the complements."

I did not hear her response, as I was too amazed at my voluntary submission to her authority. Suddenly, I was very conscious of my reactions. I was being accepted by this group of women, as one of them, a female. Further, I was readily accepting and enjoying the notion of sisterhood. What was happening to me? Was I doing this out of fear, or worse, was I actually enjoying my subjugation? Just what kind of a creature am I, now?

My new trainer was obviously pleased with my quick submission. "That's very good, Jennifer. Now sit at the table, you may join us for breakfast this morning, and you will receive your initial instructions for training." As I was seated, two of the maids brought breakfast trays and asked what I would choose. I selected some eggs, toast and coffee and accepted a second helping as I found that I was famished from the trip and my experience of the past day. The table full of women, finishing their breakfasts, enjoyed my appetite. Several asked questions about my education, skills and previous employments. It seemed that I was being rated as to my potential for future employment.

After some time, Claudia called the group to order and asked, "If there are no more questions, I will now ask of the Sisters, What is their evaluation of the candidate and what is their will for her disposition?"

Mistress Celeste, of whom I became familiar the night before, arose and spoke in a formal tone, "I was involved in the capture of the candidate last night and in the short time since have arrived at a favorable conclusion. I offer the candidate for acceptance into training by the Sisterhood of Diana. She has, in my judgement, adequate potential for the making of a feminized male, suitable for our purposes and our programs."

Mistress Claudia then arose and announced, "The Sisters will now cast their vote of choice into the bowl passed about this table."

The bowl was a large opaque cut glass container with a small hole at the top that allowed the voter secrecy. Each Sister deposited a small bead into the bowl. As the bowl returned to Mistress Claudia, she announced, "Sister Denise, the trainer of the candidate will now count the votes, and inform the Sisters and the candidate of her fate."

I was now shivering, my moment of truth was here, and apparently, I would be informed if I was to survive or suffer disposal. I well remembered the comment the night before: "If you fail, you will be slain buried and forgotten somewhere on the hundred acres of the estate."

Denise opened the bowl, counted the beads, and spoke gaily, "I am happy to announce to all, that after the vote of the Sisters, we have by unanimous vote, a new novice for training as a feminized male."

Claudia in a less formal tone, said, "Well Jenny, you have survived thus far. However, there is an important step for you to perform now that will guarantee your temporary acceptance by the Sisterhood. That is, you must first read and then swear to the pledge of the novice."

Sister Denise handed a gold embossed card to me, saying:

"Jennifer dear, you must now read the pledge of the card, very carefully and thoughtfully. Then, if you choose to do so, you may swear your allegiance to the Sisters of Diana. Please take your time in doing so, for your decision is a serious one."

I read the pledge card.

"Are you ready to respond to the call for the pledge, Jennifer?" Claudia asked.

I knelt, nodded and said, "Yes Mistress Claudia." It came natural to remember kneeling and using the formal address of mistress, now.

"Very well," she said, "Let us all move to the initiation circle of the Sisterhood."

Denise proceeded to lead me to a well at the far end of the room by large windows overlooking the estate grounds. The circular well was about 20 feet in diameter and about 2 feet deep. In the center was a small round platform with a with a cushion and a candelabra. The sisters gathered in a ring at the perimeter of the circle. They had all donned purple and gold saffron robes for the formal rite. After waiting a moment until all were assembled and prepared, Mistress Claudia asked: "Has the candidate decided to take the pledge of service to the Sisterhood of Diana?" Sister Denise whispered to me, "If you agree, Go onto the table in the center, and kneel on the cushion. Then, hold the candelabra with one hand and the pledge with the other." As soon as I was kneeling, Sister Claudia asked: Does the candidate want to take the pledge?"

I nodded and said, "Yes Mistress"

The reaction was a happy one among the ring of Mistresses. In a prepared ritualistic manner, they all clapped their hands in unison three times, and called out: "Proceed. . .Proceed. . .Proceed."

Slowly, and with emphasis, I read the pledge:

As a man, I acknowledge and accept the authority of The Sisterhood of Diana, and all women, over all of my natural rights of existence. I accept the status of being property belonging to my mistress. I accept the fact that her will, and the will of all women are dominant upon me. I offer my hands, heart, and mind to the service of my mistress. I will serve her, and such other mistresses as she may assign. I have committed myself to the above, without coercion, in full consciousness, and with all my heart. I commit my future existence, to maintaining this vow. I appeal to the Sisterhood to accept me as one of their subjects. At the conclusion of my vow, applause was rendered by all in the circle of mistresses. While I remained kneeling, each sister came and offered individual congratulations. As per the instructions on the card below the pledge, I kissed each of the open palms of each sister as they came to me. Finally, the sisters returned to their places at the outer perimeter and stood with arms across their breasts. Sister Claudia announced: "The Sisters of Diana have accepted a new initiate pledge of a feminized male into the first degree of service. The next two months will determine how far the initiate will progress and serve us. Jennifer, has many new responsibilities and lessons to learn. We will all eagerly watch her progress. For the present, Sister Denise will accept the responsibility of initial training for our new member. In two months we will once again meet to evaluate the progress of Jennifer Crowley, in becoming a feminized servant of the Sisterhood of Diana." After a brief applause, the group disbanded and Denise asked me to arise from my knees and follow her into a classroom training area. There was a soft mat in front of a throne like chair, where Denise motioned to me to kneel. Seated in the chair, Denise said, "You will start your two months initial training and learn the art of being a maid servant to the Sisterhood. At the end of the two months, your progress will be evaluated to determine your future. Many results can happen. You may continue as a maid for an indeterminate time. Alternatively, you could work at a career, perhaps of your choosing. The worst prospect for you is to totally fail and be disposed of by the Sisterhood. You can avoid such a tragic end by allowing yourself to totally serve the Sisterhood. Your mind may question acceptance of a submissive behavior at present. However, through patience, you will learn to love your new existence. You may ask some questions now, Jenny. Again, remember to always kneel when doing so."

The time to ask the big questions in my head seemed to have arrived, I asked, "Mistress: Why me? What did I have that caused the sisters to kidnap me?" "Jenny dear, I fully understand your state of confusion. You are in the first phase of training, therefore, I am limited as to what information I can give to you. Let me say, that we care greatly for you and that our intentions are benevolent."

She put her hand to my head with a caress, and said, "For now the details of your selection are a secret. I shall say that you were chosen for certain good qualities. When you develop sufficient loyalty, much more will be revealed to you. You have asked enough questions for the present. Now, I want you to learn and work with Joanne, she will be your model to emulate, for now. She is waiting for you on the third floor."

I arose, bowed to the mistress, and walked carefully in my low heel shoes to the stairs. It was an odd sensation to walk up steps in women's clothes. They felt surprisingly enjoyable. Yet, I wondered whether I was now having the notion of preferring them to men's wear. The false breasts on my chest, the type used by mastectomy patients, were well made. The outline of nipples were apparent and the soft and attractive globes were jiggling as I moved. When passing a mirror and viewing my reflection, I was overcome by my display of attractive femininity. Could I ever revert to the image and character of my former existence, a rough and coarse construction worker?

When I reached the third floor I found Joanne busy working with linens in a supply closet. She was bent over and revealing much of her legs and attractive rear. I thought, at least I still had male urges toward females. My new instructor turned, greeted, and welcomed me warmly, "Welcome to our society, Jenny, I heard of your acceptance, and am very happy for you." "Thanks Joanne, Uh: Do I call you mistress also?" "No Dear, Just call me Joanne, and please don't kneel before me. You do have to follow my instructions and fulfill my orders, but I want us to be close friends, and able to talk intimately with each other. It is better for your training if you have someone to come to and confide with." Joanne was about my age. Her friendly nature, along with her pretty face and form, made her very attractive to me. Suddenly I blurted out, "I really appreciate the kind gesture, Joanne. I intend to cooperate and not cause you any problems. It's just that I am still greatly confused about my whole situation here. I know that they have explained some things. But, I just can't fully accept this enforced capture and change of my life."

I stood in front of her awaiting orders. Seeing my confusion, Joanne directed, "Come Jenny, we have to start by giving you your new room, dressing you in uniform and having you practice doing you make-up again."

I walked with her to a maids room that was adjacent to her own. With a smile, "Jenny, our rooms are close by each other. I want to help and encourage you all that I can. Now, let's look at your new wardrobe. You see everyone knew your sizes and have supplied you with clothing for all occasions." The room although small, was attractive. The furniture was comfortable and the two closets and drawers were filled with more than enough women's wear. There was a ladies dressing table with numerous cosmetics, and lotions, that had a large mirror. A dresser had drawers filled with women's undies, all in my sizes. Obviously, my presence had been anticipated well in advance and preparations for clothing made with considerable expense and expertise. "They should all fit you, Dear. Now try on this uniform for your maid training." Also, try to do the make-up by yourself. Then I will inspect and help you as needed." I undressed before her and changed into the garments that she laid before me from the closets. This time, she required me to learn about garter belts, rolling on hose, and wearing different kinds of panties and bras. The uniform, although attractive, was of a practical variety, designed for a busy working maid. It was just above knee length and had an apron and small and pretty cap to be worn in the hair style. As I dressed and gazed into my room's full length mirror, I was surprised at how much I liked my new maid's image. I found myself checking my face to see how I could improve my make-up.

Perhaps reading my mind, Joanne suggested, "Let's practice your make-up again, Sweetie. You should take better care of your eyes. Try the mascara and brush the lashes carefully. Also, try a different lipstick color." While I was struggling with my face, Joanne started to work on my hair. Her combing felt soothing and she seemed to know that I was starting to enjoy my conversion. She commented, "I think that your perm is combing out nicely, Jenny dear. How lucky you are to have such nice fine hair. It sets beautifully. You are really attractive. I think that you never should have been a man. You're just too pretty."

Her flattering comments only served to reinforce my new delight. I was discovering the mysterious enjoyments of being a woman.

"Before you start work at maid duties with me, you are to report to your mistress trainer in the Instruction Room. Mistress Denise wishes to inspect you in uniform and make-up.

Come Sweetie, let's go down to the first floor." Joanne showed me the service elevator that the household staff uses. She seemed concerned about my presentation to the mistress, and said, "Jenny, remember to kneel, when you report to your trainer. Also, I know that you have not received your speech training as yet, but try to speak softly and affect a feminine tone of voice."

Joanne escorted me to the elevator and waited at the first floor entrance for my return. I entered the training area where another mistress was giving instruction to what seemed to be another feminized male. Mistress Denise entered and greeted me. As she did so, I dropped to my knees and bowed.

She smiled and said, "Oh Jenny, you look just lovely.

But tell me, how do you feel about your new existence?" I thought for a moment and tried to respond in a demure voice, "I think that I am starting to feel better and am ready to accept this new way of living," She motioned me to an area, where there was a chair on a two foot platform. Much like a Queen on a throne, she pointed to a large cushion, upon which I was to kneel. In this manner, I was to receive, in the future, much instruction and many lectures.

In a formal manner, Mistress Denise directed, "You are to report here for training for four hours each day. Different instructors will guide you through to the completion of your first phase of training. Thus far, you have made an excellent start. We are particularly impressed by your apparent cooperation. However, you have many more difficult adjustments to make. I will take a few questions from you if you wish to make any."

"Uh, Mistress, would you tell me more about my future. How long is my training? What will I do next?" I was interrupted by her raised hand that motioned me to stop. With a smile, she answered, "Jenny dear, I will tell you this for now. As time goes by, and your progress is noted, I will tell you more. Your initial training will take some two months. Afterward, you will receive specialized training for your future status in the community. That is all the questions and answers for today. Now, I want you to return to Joanne for your maid service training. Tomorrow, you are to report here for instruction at 10 am, just after your early morning maid duties. You will dress in your training gown, for which Joanne will prepare you. Again, I remind you that a failure in this program would put your existence in peril. You are to try your best to succeed. Now, I want you to kiss both my cheeks, prior to leaving" I arose, carefully kissed her as instructed, and left for the elevator.

 

Chapter 3

Joanne was waiting and eagerly questioned me about my first lesson. "Was the mistress pleased with your appearance? Did she ask you to kiss her?"

"Why yes. I think that I did well and I kissed her as she asked," I happily related.

Joanne was proud of me and put her arm about my shoulders as we entered the elevator. She said, "Now, for the rest of the morning you will help me and learn how to change all the bed linen in this house. Afterward, we will have lunch and you can meet the other maids and household staff." Her closeness and warmth was enjoyable and served to take much of the stress out of my difficult new life. I was starting to feel very close to Joanne and was ready to meet her every expectation. The morning passed swiftly, I learned from a servants eye view about all the baths and bed rooms of the third floor. I learned how to curtsy when in the presence of a passing mistress. Doing so, at times would draw a condescending but gracious smile. Joanne introduced me to the kitchen area which had a large dining room for the staff. At Lunch, I met the housekeeper, two other maids, and another novice in training. The other candidate for feminism had been instructed not to converse with me, other than to say a greeting. However, I was intrigued by the other initiate. I wondered whether she was also a male convert. From my perspective she could easily pass for a born female. I looked for a give-away male characteristic. The strength and huskiness in her voice seemed to be the flaw.

As if reading my mind, Joanne asked me, "Don't you think that Astrid made a good conversion?"

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I answered, "She appears to me to be a born woman."

Astrid flushed completely and said, "Well, thank you so much. I've tried very hard." She then looked at her trainer apologetically for speaking to me.

Deliah, her trainer smiled and said, "That's all right, Astrid, You have done well and serve as an excellent model for Jennifer and the other novices."

I found out that Astrid was in her last stages of the first training phase. Her speech, manner, make-up and dress were impressive. If anything, she seemed almost too perfect. Joanne observed, "It is remarkable how a convert can be trained to pass convincingly as a female." "Astrid certainly had me deceived," I honestly admitted. With a smile, Joanne then astounded me by asking, "Well, did I deceive you as well?"

My mouth must have gaped open.

The smile on Joanne's face spread full wide. Again, she repeated, "Well Jennifer, did I fool you as well?" After a moment, I found the words to respond, "Oh my, I just naturally assumed that you were a born female. I mean, you look so . . ." I was fumbling for words, when I noticed that everyone at the dinner table was starting to break out laughing at my total self deception.

As a kindness, Joanne calmed everyone down by saying, "All of us have gone through Jennifer's experience. I am certain that she will be a great deceiver, herself, sometime soon. She will be a fine convert. "

I looked about the dining table at the faces of each of the other household staff. I then realized that the staff may be entirely comprised of feminized males in women's dress. There was a sudden period of silence. I could see that they were observing my reaction as well, and could see that I was making a discovery. I could not hold back the question, "Are ALL of us, at this table, feminized men in women's clothes?"

The silence was broken as everyone roared. Deidre the housekeeper, exclaimed loudly, "Well, it looks like Jenny has made the big discovery. Forgive me for laughing dear, it has happened to all of us. Yes, the household staff is comprised entirely of queens in drag. Congratulations for joining us. You will soon learn to love this life style." We had dined and talked for a long time. Joanne decided that we must quickly return to work. "Come Jenny, it is our turn to prepare the main dining room for tonight's occasion. The sisters are having a special diner for their local chapter."

I assisted Joanne to prepare the grand table for the banquet for some two hours. Afterward, Joanne directed me to change into fresh uniforms for the evening. "Jennifer, tonight you need to change into a more formal serving maid uniform and you must re-do your make-up. You will be introduced and observed during the diner this evening." Feeling worried, I fretted, "Oh, another evaluation?" "Don't worry dear, I will be there to help you. It is an elegant affair and I think that you may just enjoy the occasion."

We had completed the diner preparations with two hours remaining before the diner. Joanne suggested that we needed a break and that we had time to relax by taking a swim in the pool. "Jenny, let's put on some swim suits and have a refreshing dip before we change for tonight. Would you like that, Dear?"

"Why yes, that sounds just fine. But is there a swim suit that I can wear?" Also, I wondered what kind of image I would make in a woman's suit.

Joanne smiled and said, "Don't worry Sweetie, I'll fix you up with something that you will just love to wear." In my mind, I was in wonder about my new attitude about how I look. When working in construction, I dressed without concern for basic sanitation, much less neatness. Now, I worry about my image in a swimsuit. My thinking process was now similar to that of the women I once ridiculed. What has happened to me? What happens to a man that starts to dress in women's garb?

"Here is something nice for you to wear, Joanne offered. As I put it on, I could not believe how tight fitting the colorful one-piece suit was. Joanne's suit was a more revealing two piece that displayed her unbelievable form. I wondered; How could a man look so deceivingly feminine? Surely, Joanne must be taking something like hormones to have so smooth a body.

We walked out of the building onto the estate grounds, some 200 yards to a fine Olympic size pool. Several others were swimming at the far end. Joanne coaxed me into the water and allowed me to relax and find the first pleasurable moments in two days.

As we relaxed by the side of the pool, I felt forced to ask, "Excuse my curiosity, but I have to ask you, how did you manage to have such a convincing feminine form? You are so smooth and your breasts look so very real." "Thank you Jenny, You see, I visit a physician regularly and have treatments to stimulate femininity. As you probably have guessed, I have breast implants. In the future, you will have the option to consider doing the same. That is, to make yourself permanently appear to be female," Joanne softly explained.

Now very curious, I asked, "But Joanne, are there any risks for a man to take female hormones?" She looked at me, smiled and said, "Oh, they should only be taken through a program supervised by a physician. However, there are many men in such programs, who wish to have more feminine bodies. So the risks are not that great, provided that a medical control supervises the decision." "Frankly Joanne, I'm not interested in having a feminine body at this time. I can see some fascination in dressing up as a women, but beyond that seems somewhat scary," I honestly confided.

Joanne quickly replied, "Oh I agree. It is not necessary to be totally feminized. The program would eventually permit you to dress as a man, if you so choose. In time, you will decide what is best for you. So, for the present, have no fears of the future."

We enjoyed the pool for several of the late afternoon hours in this beautiful country side locale of Upstate New York. Finally, Joanne reminded me that it was time to change for the serving duties at the evening dinner. We picked up our towels and returned to our rooms to dress. For the occasion, the maids were required to wear formal full length black uniforms. I needed to learn how to maneuver in a long dress without tripping. As I was dressing, Joanne came to the door of my room looking stunning.

"Let me help you with your make-up. You need to make a good impression tonight. Visiting sisters from other chapters will ask to meet you," She offered.

After showering, getting dressed in the long gown, putting on new make-up, frustration with the difficulties of being female was upon me.

I complained, "Joanne, I can never look as good as you.

This kind of life is maddening."

Soothingly, she said, "I know, Sweetie, just do your best and watch everything that I do tonight. In time, your improvement will surprise you. Now, look in the full length mirror at yourself. Don't you see how beautiful you now look?"

As soon as she finished her magic on my face and hair, I quickly wanted to see my image in the mirror. With amazement I exclaimed, "Good grief, I can't believe that it is me. I look like a beautiful girl. Joanne, you're incredible. How did you make me look so good?" With a laugh, Joanne urged, "See, how you now feel better about yourself. Be patient and you will adjust to the changes. I believe that, if you so choose, you will a make a marvelous female, permanently."

Together, we went downstairs to the kitchen. Difficulty with the long gown and the shoes with heels, made me cautious at the outset. In time, I relaxed and found that I was enjoying myself. Particularly satisfying was the image that I made in the various mirrors we passed in the halls and rooms. The fascination of seeing myself as a gaily bedecked female had mollified all my worries.

The grand dining table had some fifteen Sisters gathered for a chapter meeting. Three maids, including myself, served several courses and stood at call for other services. The collection of mistresses varied in age from the late twenties to the sixties. All were formally dressed, mostly in long and expensive gowns. There was an aura of education, prestige and success among the women of the Sisterhood. Perhaps it was the obvious wealth, shown in their jewelry and in the quality and taste of their evening wear. Of course, men were totally absent. Mistress Claudia, the chapter president was at the head of the table. Placed at the other end, was the honored guest, the visiting regional director. Introduced as Mistress Margaret, she exuded a demeanor of gentle but supreme authority.

At the end of the diner, during the animated discussion, I, along with two other new novices, were introduced to the visitors. When my turn came, I had to kneel, express my appreciation for their presence and answer a few questions. When my introduction was made, Mistress Margaret complemented me on my appearance and asked, "How are you adjusting to women's dress and make-up?" I responded, "Mistress, It is difficult at times, but I am getting much help in the adjustment. I have hopes that I will learn to enjoy my new life style." My response satisfied the mistresses. At the end of dinner and after the clean-up of the dinning area, I was summoned to report to my trainer, Mistress Denise. She was waiting for me in the training area.

As required, I knelt before her and used the form of address as suggested by Joanne.

I greeted her, saying, "Good evening Mistress, how may I serve you?"

"Good evening Jenny dear, I am quite proud of you for your performance tonight. Mistress Margaret expressed to our chapter her satisfaction with your selection and also with your development, thus far. You have done well in but a short time."

"Thank you Ma'am, Joanne has been a big help to me."

I humbly answered.

Mistress Denise arose from her chair, bent over to grasp my hands and with her face close to mine, looked down into my eyes. She asked, "Jenny dear, Are you surprised at yourself to have found service to mistresses so enjoyable?" "Frankly yes, Mistress. I can't believe how I so readily enjoy being a servant to women," I honestly admitted. Still holding my hands and bringing her face closer, she said, "You see dear, some men really love accepting orders from a mistress. We saw that you had that quality and made you a choice for feminization."

Much of the last two day's happenings became clearer in my mind. Now, I understood my feelings, and felt a sense of long sought security and happiness. I thought to myself, I actually want this to happen.

With a smile, she offered, "You have earned a measure of trust from us, dear. Now, I want you to go to your room and get a good rest for tomorrow. You will not be shackled to your bed tonight. I wish to see you tomorrow, in your training gown at 10 am, after your morning duties. Now, rise and kiss my cheeks."

I now looked forward to the privilege and kissed both her cheeks, and said, "Good Night Mistress." After bowing, I turned and left for the third floor and my room. Joanne who was waiting for me, gave me a hug and said. "You did so well, today. Everyone is proud of you. Now, you may prepare for bed by yourself. After your shower, come into my room to say good night before you go to bed." I showered in my very feminine bath room. There were many creams and cosmetics for me to learn and experiment with. A delicate night gown that had been selected, lay on my bed. Now, I was taking delight in un-supervised dressing in my new found femininity. With moisturizer on my face, my hair protected in a hair cover, and clad in the flimsy nighty, I went into the next bed room to see Joanne. Having also prepared for the night, Joanne was a vision of beauty, that belied her former masculinity. I could see her lovely body through her scanty night gown. Shyly, I stood by the doorway, wanting to simply say good night and then leave. However, Joanne quickly came to me and embraced me, saying, "We're sisters now Jenny dear. As I said before, I want us to be close and confiding to each other. Now go to your room, get some good sleep as I will be waking you at 6:30 in the morning. Now kiss me good night. As I moved my lips to her cheek, she offered her lips instead. We kissed, and with very flushed cheeks, I left for my room, and my second night of sleep in the house of the Sisterhood of Diana.

 

Chapter 4

It was a night of strange dreams, in which for the first time, I no longer viewed myself as a male, but rather as some kind of androgynous being, clad in women's clothes. I awoke to see Joanne's pretty face smiling at me, asking me to rise and quickly get a shower. She was already dressed and had been rummaging through my closets searching for my morning uniform. "Hurry Jenny, lets get you dressed quickly as we have to eat and then serve breakfast to the Sisters." The morning routine of donning women's undies, putting on skin and facial make-up, and the project of forming an attractive hair style was now becoming faster as well as enjoyable. I was accepting my status as a house maid. Now, I was capable of doing the assigned tasks in a helpful manner. Strangely, I would work at my feminine house maid duties, for long periods, without remembering my former male existence. I was adopting a female persona almost unconsciously, and without any further pressure. I quickly had my morning shower, and without much help from Joanne, Happily, I performed my morning facial make-up and hair styling efforts. In a natural manner, I was affecting very feminized speech and manners with pleasure. It was fun to affect being female. Moreover, I was actually wishing to be a happy and natural woman. Now, I no longer planned schemes of escape in my mind. Suddenly, I realized that I was happy that my tawdry and unpleasant existence as a male construction worker was over. After the mistresses were seated, the serving of the morning meal was accomplished without difficulty. I managed the required bowing to the Sisters, whenever I was spoken to. In the recesses of my mind was the rare thought that if a good possibility arose, I would no longer try to escape from this place. When the morning tasks were completed, Joanne assisted me with the proper dress for my days lessons in the instruction center. After the mornings labors as a maid, I went to shower again. A beautiful full-length white gown was laying on my bed. "This is your training gown, Jenny. You must always wear this gown when you present yourself to your trainer for your day's instruction."

The gown was expensive, long sleeved, and made of a sheer crepe-like material. It had a high empress-style waistline. A bright heart shaped pin ringed with rhinestones was to be placed between the breasts, accenting the bust-line. Moreover, it was a soft light pink, floor length, and draped seductively from my hips to the floor. It had a side slit almost to the waist which gave an occasional tantalizing glimpse of a long expanse of nylon-clad leg. It was apparent that the purpose of the gown was to have the wearer become accustomed to being bedecked in fine, and enticing women's wear.

The lingerie consisted of matching panties, strapless bra, garter belt, and a long half-slip that also had a side slit. The long sheer hose had a faint pink tint to match my dress. A pair of shoes was provided with a three inch spiked heel in the same color to match the pink gown. There was a necklace, and a pair of dangling earrings to replace my training studs. The jewelry appeared to be quality pearls. In total, the image that I viewed in the mirror was the ultimate of femininity. I was shocked by what I saw.

After adjusting my gown, touching up my make-up and hair style, Joanne dispatched me to the first floor training room. "Remember to kneel and bow before your mistress and say your greeting as we practiced."

Worried about being late, I hastened to the first floor. Two other mistresses and their trainees were already present in the instruction center. At the far end of the room, several mistresses were skillfully engaged in martial arts exercises on the training mats. Small wonder, I thought, that I had no chance of overpowering these older women.

I knelt before my mistress and gave the prescribed greeting as explained by Joanne, "Honored Mistress, I come before you to be trained by the Sisters of Diana."

Mistress Denise, seemed surprised, said, "Why Jennifer, you look just charming. Please rise and turn around so that I may see all of you."

I rose and tried to turn gracefully and pose. She smiled and said, "I'm very pleased with you, dear. Now to the business of training, this morning we will be joined by the other two novices for instruction in the history of the Sisterhood."

The two other mistresses, each with a trainee, joined us for the lecture. Kneeling and seated on our haunches on cushions before the mistresses in their three throne like chairs, we listened to a fabulous recounting of the Sisterhood that long predated Christianity.

The dialogue was shared by the three mistresses, talking in shifts: "Ephesus was an ancient city on the coast of western Anatolia, located midway between the Mediterranean and the Dardanelles. In this Helleno-Oriental city, the worship of The goddess Artemis, later called Diana was born. Her followers in worship, date back to the ninth century BC. Diana was a chaste goddess, an ardent huntress and the patron and protector of women. In art she is represented as a huntress with a quiver, bow and arrows, accompanied by a deer. The great temple of Artemis, sometimes referred to as the Artemision, was one of the Seven Wonders of the World. Built during the time of Alexander, it was in reality, the fifth re-building of Diana's temple." Rapt in attention, we three novices were discovering just who our captors are, and learning about their motivation for subjugating men.

The mistresses continued the discourse: "After the fall of Rome, the Sisterhood survived through secrecy. Although the great Temple of Diana is long destroyed, the Sisterhood of Diana has prevailed over the centuries. Whenever women are in trouble, the Sisterhood has always been of assistance. Secrecy has managed to assure our protection. Never, is the source of the help revealed to the countless women that have been assisted over the ages. However, many of the great women of history have been Sisters of Diana. Many of the great men of the ages succeeded only at the behest of their wives, who were members of the Sisterhood. Again, secrecy was enforced at all times. The successful men always received the recognition for their feats. Feats that were made possible by the training and guidance of their mistress spouses. Are there any questions at this point?" Although the other trainees opted to remain silent, I chose to inquire, "Mistress, could you explain the current day purpose of the Sisterhood. Also, how do we novices figure in the plan?" Denise responded, "Jenny dear, those are very good questions which will be discussed in future lessons. However, for the rest of this morning, each mistress will help her trainee learn the more basic concepts of being a woman, such as graceful manners, cultivating a lovely voice, and proper body care." Each mistress took her feminized charge away for personalized instruction. Denise said, "Arise Jenny and follow me into the gardens."

I followed behind as she led us to a quiet vine shaded area near a rose garden about two hundred yards from the mansion. She gently touched my shoulder and said, "You may sit here, next to me dear, as we have many private and personal lessons to share."

I was taken by her personal warmth. Somehow she guided my transition into the routine of womanhood without permitting any reticence on my part. Her technique of teaching was maternal and yet final. In our talks, all my former macho standards were held in disgrace, and surprisingly I accepted all her standards of womanhood as my ultimate goal. I learned that women are the natural nurturers of humanity. In contrast, I accepted the notion that all of the world's evils can be directly traced back to male regimes in control. Logically therefore, the plan of feminizing all men to have the persona of women would lead to the finer world that we all desire.

Yet, more insidious, was the underlying program of changing my male mentality. I was learning to become an advocate of change to a world led by women. Not only did I accept the premise of a need to change a history of corruption by men, but I sought to promote this cause. It was a shift in my thought process comparable to a reversing of polarity. My mind would start to believe that there should be no male persona existing at all. Such was an evil that needed to be converted. Eventually, I was to totally believe that feminization was the long sought solution for humanity.

On the surface, I was learning the basics of how to behave, speak, and affect the manners of a female. Yet, there were other unconscious effects upon my mind. As a man, I was careless about my looks, and often forgot to shave. Now, I was spending all available moments looking at my facial image. When passing a mirror I would never miss an opportunity to fix make-up and check my hairstyle. I was becoming vain about my better features and experimenting with different looks. I tried every piece of clothing that was provided. Now, when in the company of "another woman", I would evaluate her in comparison to myself. I was shocked by my new values when comparing myself to my male past. As my training progressed, I came to greatly enjoy the morning sessions with Denise in our secluded site in the gardens. I felt fortunate to receive much personalized instruction about the correct behaviors of women. My mistress would always end the lessons with clever reinforcement of the eventual goal. With her guidance that suggested that I should freely embrace femininity, Denise would ask, "Jenny dear, Don't you think that you look lovely in women's dress?" or at other times, "Aren't you delighted that you have found the rewarding life of being a woman?" or "Look at the beautiful women of this house, now that you are becoming equally attractive yourself, Aren't you happy to be one of us?"

Gradually, the minds of all three subjugated men were being won over to preferring the "beauty of being a female." The day's training was over at noon. It was then time for the novices to change into their maid's uniforms and assist at the luncheon meal. The routine of work, study, more work, and more study overcame habits and memories of previous male existence. Never, was a novice permitted to be alone and think. It was total immersion into a change. A change that was reinforced every moment of every day until the new life style as a woman became established and made permanent.

The daily training sessions continued for five weeks. After daily instruction about feminine manners and grace, practice of the lessons were repeated over and again. Video tapes of ourselves were shown to highlight any errors of reversion to male habits. Voice lessons with the aid of recorders, and the ensuing practice were made daily. The sound of our voices were eventually remarkably female. After some five weeks of work and lecture training, the three novices and mistresses were seated again at a unified session.

Mistress Denise started the training session, saying, "At the first meeting, the question of revealing the current day mission of the Sisterhood and the role of feminized males was asked. The three of you have done very well and stand a good chance of surviving and becoming members of our Sisterhood. In other words, I am informing you that if you are successful, you also will be a Sister of Diana" Noting the surprise at the revelation that we were to become Sisters and members brought smiles to the three Mistresses.

After looking at the other sisters and smiling,

Denise continued, "Of course, you will not be mistresses, rather you will always be males. That is, feminized males, that have shed their discredited masculinity. When we feel satisfied that you have done so, you will be allowed to join your mistresses as Sisters in the Sisterhood of Diana. I now ask each of you to acknowledge this choice before we proceed further. Do each of you agree to your becoming a Sister of Diana?" When my turn for acknowledgment arrived, I managed to say simply, "Yes Mistress, I wish to be a Sister of Diana." Obviously, there was little option to either question further, or pause and think. It was apparent that only one answer would be acceptable for insuring our continued existence. Therefore, we all agreed for the only option of joining the Sisterhood. Yet, our new roles as pseudo females had caused an exciting change to each of our lives. Although we were not permitted discuss and share our new way of living, we could see the satisfaction was shared by all three former males. Without coercion, we were happy to have satisfied one condition of acceptance and advanced to the next plateau.

One of the mistresses then spoke, "It is now time to reveal your future. Each of you will soon go forth into the world and continue your former existence. You may revert to male dress, if you so choose. Alternatively, we will help you to pass as a female if your physique allows doing so. Each of you will be under the control of a sister, at all times hence. Life that you have known previously will be changed. You will see and experience all of life's events differently. Moreover, you will each have a new and beautiful existence, under the supporting authority of the Sisterhood. You will work at an employment or a career guided by the Sisters. The Sisters will guide you so that you may have fine homes and possessions. If you marry, she will be one of the Sisters. Your controlled existence, from your graduation on, is permanent and involuntary. However, as long as you cooperate, you will enjoy a life as never before. Are there any questions?"

With so much now clearly revealed, none of the trainees inquired further. We nodded assent and were then consigned to our respective mistress trainers for individual instructions. However, out of apprehension, I found the spirit to question Mistress Denise, "Mistress, I need to know exactly what is to happen to my own future. Sometimes, the promises of a career and a better life, are hard to believe."

The mistress put an arm about my shoulder. Soothingly she said, "Yes Jenny, I well understand your low expectations. At the graduation, a surprise is in store for you. For now, have some patience and trust."

"Yes Mistress, but it is hard to believe all this," I said with a downcast expression.

Denise kept her arm around me. Her nearness and warmth gave some assurance and trust. Finally, she said: "Jenny dear, You need to prepare for next week. On Saturday, a graduation ceremony will be held for the three of you. At a dinner, the assembled mistresses will take another vote to decide upon acceptance of the current three candidates. You have done well thus far and have excellent prospects. However, you must do well this week. Also, the three candidates will prepare the banquet meal and serve the mistresses to prove that you have learned your abilities as maids. It is not automatic. You three will be observed and graded. At the dinner's end you will learn your fate. Now arise, and kiss me. You may return to Joanne and your duties."

The final week of performance as a maid and the daily lessons in feminization passed quickly. Joanne, understood my fears of failure and worked to train me in kitchen skills. One of the other trainees, who worked in the kitchen, had the primary responsibility for the banquet. We two others assisted, and in doing so, learned much about cooking and kitchen skills. On the fateful Saturday, we cooperated to assemble a sumptuous banquet. The main course of the menu included lobster in oyster sauce and quail marinated in ginger. We had to prepare stuffed baked potatoes and artichoke hearts in a cream sauce. Dessert featured French pastry of eclairs and Napoleon in brandy. Cocktails were served before and after the meal. The meal, was a fair achievement for a trio of novices not trained as professional chefs.

Some twelve of the Sisterhood attended. Several of which that I have never before seen, were leaders of other chapters. The affair was a gala that went on for some four hours. The guests wore beautiful formal gowns, replete with expensive jewelry. They were obviously important and wealthy citizens of their communities. Several times, I was questioned as I was serving. I recognized the obvious testing of my manners and patience with harsh treatment. I accepted this servile status and was able of mind to respond respectfully, even when treated badly.

One mistress at the table summoned me, complaining, "Young lady, this coffee is cold and tasteless. Get some hot coffee, at once."

"Oh, I'm very sorry Mistress. I will get you fresh coffee," I said while bowing and with eyes averted. Later, another mistress, spotted me and said, "Come here, girl, let me see your stockings." She then proceeded to hike up my dress and complain about my hose not being properly attached to my garter belt .

"You should take the time to dress neatly," she said as she applied a slap to my rump and dismissed me. The other trainees, were equally tested with humiliation, some almost to the point of tears. With all the complaints and the unsatisfied evaluation of our dress, a pall of gloom was over us. Finally, the dinner party left for the conference room, while we remained to clean the table. Joanne, came over to us and soothed our disappointments.

In a surprise, she proceeded to congratulate us, "You should all cheer up. You have all done well, thus far. Now quickly, go upstairs and get dressed in your training gowns. You must do your best with your make-up without our help and report to the conference room in thirty minutes. You will be then informed about your future. Now, away with you, and hurry." Nervously, I changed into my formal training gown and did my best with the facial make-up. I rushed down-stairs to the first floor conference room. I met Joanne outside the room. Anxiously, I asked her, "Please Joanne, help me. Do I looked alright?"

After a quick check over, She reassured me, "You look fine, Sweetie. You will make a good impression. Now, relax and walk slowly and gracefully into the room."

I was the last of the three trainees to report for the presentation. The mistresses were seated in a large circle in the center of the room. Slowly and with much trepidation, I walked across the floor.

Mistress Denise came over to me and said, "Don't be nervous Jenny. Take a candle and go into the center of the circle. I will be presenting you for approval. Also, take this card and read the pledge that you must make. Try to be relaxed." The sponsoring mistresses each presented their candidates. When my turn came, Mistress Denise announced, "I recommend and offer the candidate Jennifer Crowley to the Sisterhood for membership. She has satisfied the training requirements and is ready to read, and swear to, the pledge of Sisterhood." The Superior Sister then ordered, "I ask the candidate to kneel and make her pledge to the Sisterhood of Diana." Mistress Denise looked at me and nodded a signal. Slowly, and carefully, after tucking my long skirts, I knelt upon the cushion and recited the pledge that I had briefly read once to myself: "I offer my heart, my mind, and my hands to the great order of the Sisterhood of Diana. I do so willingly and with all my conscious faculties. I vow, at peril to my life, to protect the secrecy and well being of the Sisterhood as long as I live. I plead to the Sisters to accept me as one of their own." The Superior Sister rose and came into the center of the circle. Standing behind the candidates, she put her hand upon the shoulder of one candidate at a time and asked the assembled sisters," Are the assembled sisters ready to choose and accept this candidate into the Sisterhood.?"

Happily for us, all three received, in turn, shouted approvals of "Proceed. . .Proceed. . .Proceed. A smiling Mistress Claudia, ordered, "I ask the new sisters to arise and join with us in joyful celebration." The Superior Sister then directed, "Each new sister will now meet her new Mistress."

I then received a totally unexpected shock. Walking toward me, from out of a darkened corner came someone that I had not seen in a very long time. Someone that I had not expected to ever see again. It was my estranged wife, Carol. "Congratulations Honey, you are one of us now, she whispered as she kissed and embraced me."

Thunderstruck, I could only say, "Carol? Carol, you are here? YOU, my wife, are a Sister of Diana?"

 

...To be further continued, where Jenny's assigned mission as a Sister will be revealed.

 

 

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