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TV Transformation, part two
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TEENAGE TEASE (a sequel to Male Lesbian: Adventures of Sissy Dani)
Some six months after Mistress Jennifer first imposed the "sissy
Dani" persona on me through posthypnotic suggestion, our lives had settled
into a routine. Most of the week was quite normal--only Jennifer's
insistence that I wear a corset and baby-dolls to bed indicated the hold
she had over me. Naturally, I complied, since she could always threaten to
permanently impose "sissy Dani" on my mind.
Weekends, however, were generally spent in my transformed bondage.
Perhaps a description of one such period will demonstrate the nature of our
relationship.
I arrived home from work Friday night and was met by Mistress
Jennifer at the door, dressed in her most dominant clothes--black leather
bustier, knee-length black leather hobble skirt, black stockings, and six-
inch heels. She kissed me tenderly and whispered "Pretty sissy Dani." Once
again, as it had countless times over the past half-year, my personality
shifted. I was no longer Daniel, the confident journalist, but now Dani,
the sweetly submissive male lesbian. As I had been taught, I dropped my
gaze and held out my arms, wrists touching. "Transform me, Mistress," I
pleaded. "Bind me into your service as sissy Dani."
Jennifer smiled the wicked smile I had grown to fear yet love. "At
once, sissy Dani. I have a very special weekend planned for us."
Producing a collar and leash, she bound me to her and led me to
sissy Dani's transformation room. Seating me before the vanity, she told me
to begin my change. First came the makeup--eyeshadow, mascara, bright red
lipstick and, of course, the blush that gave me the look of constant
embarrassment that Mistress Jennifer so enjoyed. She even powdered my
breasts, then shadowed my "cleavage" and rouged my nipples, making my
otherwise flat chest look quite girlish. She next combed out my hair into
the flattering blonde page boy her friend Mistress Margaret had created
when Dani was first "revealed."
Next came the clothes. Jennifer had already laid out the outfit I
was to wear for the evening. It consisted of a low-cut red satin blouse
(though I had little in the way of natural cleavage, Mistress Jennifer
still preferred me to dress in this sexy manner at times), a tight black
leather miniskirt (with the hem fully six inches above my knees), a knee-
length black leather cape, with red satin lining, and red patent-leather
pumps, with towering 6-1/2-inch heels. All this was worn over black
lingerie, including a lightly-padded bra, satin panties, garter belt and
sheer black stockings.
Sissy Dani (I had, in my lucid moments as Daniel, come to think of
her as a separate person) revelled in these sexy, feminine clothes,
creating a sexual rush that thickened and hardened my cock. Mistress
Jennifer smiled and brushed her hand across the obvious bulge under my
skirt. "We'll get to that later, sissy Dani," she whispered. "Now calm
down."
Now Jennifer placed the gold bracelets with the secret locks on my
wrists, the matching gold ankle bracelets on my legs and, finally, the gold
collar with the visible lock around my neck. Then she took my wrists in her
hands and brought them together behind my back. SNAP! The bracelets became
handcuffs, effectively binding my hands behind me, hidden beneath the cape.
Now, she clipped the leash again to my collar and led me out to the
street. Submissively (sissy Dani could act no other way), I followed. As we
reached the sidewalk, she snapped her fingers before my face. That was the
signal--sissy Dani disappeared and Daniel came back to life.
I stumbled in the towering heels as I came to my senses. As usual,
I knew everything Mistress Jennifer had done to me and I was thoroughly
humiliated to be bound and cross-dressed in public--although certainly no
passerby would guess that the blonde vision in red-and-black was not
female.
"Where are we going now?" I asked. She smiled the secret smile I
had come to fear--it always meant humiliation for me.
"One of my dearest dominant friends is having a little party. She
asked me to bring sissy Dani to demonstrate my 'training methods,'"
Mistress Jennifer replied. "Her name is Mistress Susan--and you will obey
her, and any other dominant woman at the party, as you would me. You know
the consequences."
I certainly did. The consequences were to live the rest of my life
as sissy Dani. I was constantly afraid she would carry through on that
threat--and secretly desiring it as well. The more time I spent as sissy
Dani, or in "her" clothes, the more I grew to enjoy it. I dared not tell
Mistress Jennifer...she would only try to find a new way to humiliate me.
Fortunately the party house was only a few blocks away, so there
was little chance for me to be seen by any neighbors. When we reached the
door, it was opened by Mistress Susan. At that moment, Jennifer whipped off
my cape, exposing my bondage to her sister dominant and all the other
party-goers. She announced to the group, "Hello, everyone, this is PRETTY
SISSY DANI!"
With those words, Dani reasserted herself. I blushed (prettily, I'm
sure) at my exposure. As I had often been instructed, I dropped to my knees
and placed my lips on the toes of Mistress Susan's white patent leather
boots. "Thank you for permitting me to serve you and all the other women
here, Mistress Susan," I said.
The lovely blonde dominant, dressed all in white leather, took my
hand and raised me back to my feet. "You're quite welcome, sissy Dani. Come
meet my other guests."
The room was filled with dominant women, each attended by one or
more submissives. All of the submissives were cross-dressed men, in varying
states of attire. Several were completely outfitted as French maids, with
short, petticoated, black-satin mini-dresses, black silk hose and high,
black-patent leather shoes. Others were done-up as little girls--in pink or
white satin party dresses, bare legs, frilly white socks and Mary-Janes.
Still others wore nothing but corsets or waist-cinchers with nylons and
heels. These were usually also in mild bondage of one sort or another.
The one exception was a boy of about 18, who was completely naked
and bound to a chair in the middle of the room. I assumed he had been
drugged in some way, because he was relaxed and apparently sleeping. Susan
led Jennifer and me over to the bound young man. "Dani, this is my little
brother Tommy. He is about to become your sister in spirit--thanks to your
lovely Mistress.
I was shocked (even as Sissy Dani) to realize that Mistress
Jennifer was aiding her friend in enslaving one so young--especially the
dominant's brother. The various dominants in the room gathered around as
Susan and Jennifer began to dress the drowsing boy in feminine clothes.
Apparently the plan was to establish the soon-to-be "Tammy" as a
sort of teen-age tease. He was dressed in frilly pink panties, a generously
padded bra (making him at least a 35C), matching garter belt, sheer hose, a
tight pink sweater, pink miniskirt (fully as short as my own), pink ankle
sox with lace at the cuffs, and pink patent-leather pumps with four-inch
heels.
Once he was dressed, the assembled dominants made up his face: pale
blue eyeshadow, long false lashes, a becoming blush and deep red lipstick.
They topped it off with a curly, shoulder-length auburn wig.
Now, at Mistress Jennifer's direction, one of the "maids" brought
over a full-length mirror and an amplifier set up, with microphone and
headphones. The headphones were placed over "Tammy's" ears, the microphone
given to Jennifer, while the newly cross-dressed boy was brought to his
feet before the mirror.
"Open your eyes, Tommy," Jennifer spoke into the mike. "This is the
new you: Your name is Tammy. You have two goals in life--to serve your
Mistress Susan, and to use your feminine wiles to lure other teenage boys
like yourself into our clutches, to be feminized and dominated for the
enjoyment of these women.
"Naturally, you yourself are much turned-on by this look. You want
to look just as pretty and sexy as you can. You glory in the attention--at
the same time realizing the humiliation of your position as a toy and sex-
lure for your Mistress's purposes.
"Remember, that any time your Mistress wishes to give you
instructions, she must only direct you to gaze upon yourself in a mirror,
with the words, 'Pose for me, Teasing Tammy.'
"Now, close your eyes and sleep until I awaken you with the words,
'Wake up, Teasing Tammy.'"
The newly renamed boy-girl sat quietly as the even the assembled
dominants gasped at the boldness of Jennifer and Susan's scheme. They
planned not only to enslave the feminized Tommy, but to use him to recruit
other unsuspecting lads to their arms.
Sissy Dani and Teasing Tammy would soon have many "little sisters,"
it seemed.
[to be continued]
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