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A Dream Cum True
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A Dream Cum True
author unknown
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(part-1)
Ann and I work together as tellers at the branch
office of a large metropolitan bank. She started a few
days after I, so being the new kids on the block, and
we immediately got to know each other right away. I was
the only male working at this branch office, even the
branch manager was a women. One day Ann mentioned that
they were about to tear down her apartment and she had
to find another place right away. I told her that there
was a vacancy in the building I lived in, so after
checking it out, she moved in two doors down the hall
from me. Living so close to each other we became even
closer friends.
One evening on the way home from work Ann told me
that she was going shopping asked and if I wanted to go
with her. I didn't have any plans, so agreed to go. It
was decided that afterwards we would take in a show. We
didn't even go home, but stopped at a nearby restaurant
and had a bite to eat.
While we were eating Ann asked me why I became a
bank teller, seeing that it was predominately a
'women's job. I told her that I had just got my
accounting degree and that one must start someplace,
and I was offered this position, and that I took it in
the belief that it was a starting point and in hope
that I would move up the corporate ladder. She said
that she didn't want it to imply that I was gay or
anything, but was just curious. She asked me, " Don't
you feel a little funny working entirely with women? I
told her that I had never really given it much thought,
but that it didn't bother me in the least, in fact, I
kind of liked it, stating that I wasn't one of those
'macho' males and that women have the same rights as a
man. I told her that I almost prefer it to working with
a bunch of 'macho' men because then I didn't have to
hear all the b.s. that they like to spread.
After dinner we went to the mall so she could do
her shopping. She told me she just wanted to get a few
things and that it wouldn't take to much time. As we
were walking she remarked that we were almost the same
size. I laughed at that and said "I guess, almost, but
we have different equipment". Then she said "That's to
bad, seeing as how we know live so close together we
could share cloths and 'stuff'". "I don't think I'd
look quite as good as you do in them" I said, and we
both laughed.
Ann was becoming very extemporaneous with her
statements. I didn't think much of it, because we were
almost like brother and sister. Both of us had moved
away from our families and we really had no one else to
confide in other than long distant phone calls, which
neither of us could afford.
Ann stopped by a rather fashionable lingerie shop.
I said I would wait outside but she insisted that I go
in with her. She said "oh come on---------you work with
all women anyway, you might as well see what we wear
underneath". She picked up a beautiful pink satin
nightgown, holding it between us, almost as if she was
holding up to me. I must have blushed as I turned to
the side because she said smiling "I'm sorry, I wasn't
trying to embarrass you!!!!, I was just looking at it".
Then she said "You don't really know what your missing,
its got to be more comfortable to sleep in than those
rough mens pajamas, you should try it some time." I
told her I didn't wear pajamas, that I slept in my
shorts. She said "that's even worse", and we both
laughed.
She made a few more purchases including some
panties, a camisole, and that satin nightgown. After
she paid for them we left and went to the show.
I had a hard time watching the show because every
time there was a sexy part I imagined Ann holding that
nighty in front of me and felt myself wondering what it
would feel like. As hard as I tried I could not get the
idea out of my head.
A few times she would ask me something and I'd be
in a daze, when suddenly she asked me if something
wrong. I couldn't tell her the truth so I just told her
I had some things on my mind.
As we were leaving the theater she said "What's
wrong Tom ?, I can tell something is on your mind, you
can tell me. You know, both of our families live a long
way away. Your almost like a sister, I mean, brother, I
mean that I have become very close to you!! and I hope
you feel the same way". I said that I did, but that
something I ate must not have agreed with me and left
it at that. I know she didn't believe me, but she left
it ride.
When we got to our apartment house, it was late,
so we said goodnight and went into our apartments. We
knew we'd be tired the next day, but we knew we could
handle it.
I was just about to climb into bed when I heard a
knock on my door. I couldn't figure who would be
knocking this late at night and I knew Ann was going to
go right to bed herself. I asked who it was and Ann
said "Its only me, I forgot to give you something". I
opened the door and she handed me a little package. I
asked what it was and she said, "I forgot to give it to
you earlier" stating that she hoped I liked it and
wouldn't take offence at it. "I hope you feel better
tomorrow" and left without another word.
My curiosity was aroused, and as I opened the
package my hands was shaking. I don't know why, but I
was hoping it was that pink silk nightgown. Was I going
nuts????? Why was I even thinking this!!! As I opened
the cover on the box, there it was, the pink silky
nighty and a short note. I picked up the note and read
it. "I know I couldn't sleep in those crummy shorts
and just thought that you 'might' want to sleep in
heaven some night. I won't think your funny or
something if you do, and I would be mad if you don't. I
know I love the soft silky material around me as I
sleep and hope you'll at least give it a try. I hope
you don't think of me as being goofy, but I almost feel
like your a sister to me, someone to whom I can confide
in. See you tomorrow, Love Ann".
"I felt the soft silky material and a strange
feeling came over me. I took off my shorts and slipped
the silky negligee over my head like it was the most
natural thing to do. It took me a while to fall asleep,
every time I moved, I was caressed my the heavenly
feeling of the nighty. Why did I even put it on ???
(Part-2)
I woke up the next morning and it took me a short
while to figure out what I had on and why. It felt
exquisitely strange when I got out of bed, the fragile,
delicate, sheer material swirling about my legs,
caressing my morning erection. I had to go to the
bathroom, but when I attempted to stand, it was
virtually impossible as the skirt of my negligee kept
getting in the way, so I sat down thinking, since I'm
wearing a women's night gown, I might as well act the
part and sit. As I sat down, I looked at my reflection
in the wall mirror. As much as I liked the feel of the
satiny material, I felt guilty, knowing that I was
invading the private dominion of the feminine gender by
wearing such an intimate article of their exclusive
environment. I knew I shouldn't be wearing this
forbidden article of clothing, but I also knew that I
now had an unknown compulsion, and was not satisfied
with 'just' a nighty, that I now had to explore the
restricted world of femininity and to see what it would
be like to experience the unknown world of femininity.
I finished in the bathroom and regretfully, but
carefully, took off the nighty, knowing that I better
be getting ready for work. I carefully hung it up in my
closet, and got ready. No sooner had I put on my shoes
and Ann was knocking at my door. We left for work
without mention of the nighty.
When I got to work I had a hard time concentrating
on my job. I knew I wanted to get home and go to bed in
my new nighty, but I also knew I shouldn't. I ended up
being short in my drawer and Ann had to help me to
balance it out. She again reiterated about something
being wrong, but did not mention the nighty or anything
else for that matter. When we got home, I tried as hard
as I could, but couldn't resist the desire to get into
my nighty. I began to think, no procrastinate, "oh what
the heck, its only a nighty and it really is more
comfortable than my shorts.
The rest of the week went about the same. No
mention was ever made about the soft silky nightgown I
received from Ann.
Saturday morning finally arrived and it felt good
to sleep late. When I got up I went to do my normal??
morning formalities in the bathroom. I didn't have to
and didn't want to change. I got the same erotic
sensations that I got the first morning. It really felt
deliciously wonderful as I walked around the
apartment and the feminine material pirouetted around
my body. I made a pot of coffee and was just about to
sit down and have a cup when I heard a knock on the
door. Without thinking, I got up and started walking to
the door when I realized what I had on and stopped
short. "Just a minute" I said. I quickly removed the
nighty and slipped on a pair of pants.
I opened the door and there stood Ann. "You didn't
have to put on your pants", she said, "I've seen shorts
before, or weren't you wearing 'shorts'"? < smiling >
"I just came over to borrow some coffee since she was
out and felt like a cup of 'real' coffee.
Since I already had a pot made, I invited her in
for some. I told her "I throw half the pot away anyway,
so you might as well have some already brewed". She
said that she drank instant coffee most of the time
because " I don't like to waste it, but I really
preferred real brewed coffee". She was wearing a pink
satin robe over her nightie and a pair of fluffy pink
'mule' high heeled slippers. We talk about the things
that had transpired during the course of the week and
all the other gossip around the office.
Ann asked if she could use the bathroom. "Sure," I
said, forgetting that I had tossed the nighty in the
bathtub before I answered the door. After she left I
panicked. "What if she see's it" I thought.
Well it didn't take long to find out. Ann did
indeed find it and she came out of the bathroom with a
big grin on her face saying "and what is this ???, and
why did you throw it in the bath tub ??? I confessed to
her that I did try it, 'once', and then I just put it
there.
"Sure you did!!!" she said smiling. "I bet you
that you were wearing it when I came over, and that is
why it took you so long to answer the door. I really
don't care, really, in fact I wanted you to, that's why
I gave it to you in the first place." " But to just
'throw' it in the bath tub!!!!" "A girl has to learn to
take care of 'her' things."
This was the first time that I had ever been
referred to in the gender of the opposite sex, and it
sent a strange, but thrilling chill through out my
body. Ann knew it and continued, "We could really make
you into a very attractive girl if you'd want to."
I still denied that I had just worn it, but she
knew I was lying because she said, "you know your a
lousy liar!" " Your blushing from ear to ear, almost to
the point that you wouldn't have to wear any rouse and
have perfectly rosy cheeks." She walked over to the
table and place the delicate item in my lap and then
sat down.
"So this is what has been bothering you all week,
hasn't it?" she said. "Ever since I took you into that
lingerie store last week you have been acting funny".
"That is why I gave it to you in the first place. I
just had a premonition that you would like to be a
'girl' at times, in fact, that is why I wanted you to
go shopping with me in the first place. I wanted to see
how you would act, and let me tell you, it wasn't like
a macho male. Please !!!!, you don't have to be shy
with me. I don't care. Your NOT like most men, and
since we have gotten to know each other a little
better, I often think of you as my sister, not like a
male co-worker, and I really would love to have a
sister". "We have talked about things that male and
female co-workers just don't talk about, but female to
female co-workers do". "Please tell me, wouldn't you
want to be my sister?" "We could have many good times
together."
I finally confessed to her that I had been wearing
it every night since she had given it to me and for
some unknown reason I did enjoy the feeling of it. I
told her that I had never, ever, done anything like
that before, and I didn't know why it had such an
effect on me.
Then she said, "Probably because its so soft and
delicate, and subconsciously, you really don't like
those harsh male cloths." "Wouldn't it be nice to be
able to wear soft, silky panties and hose, and have the
cool spring breezes blow up your skirt as we walked to
work." "To feel your silky panties slid against your
'silky' slip." "To be able to wear sexy high heels and
hear them click as you walk." " To feel your earrings
dangle as you walk." I was getting an erection as she
talked. I again didn't know why but I was getting very
aroused.
I just sat there while she continued to talk.
"The other girls at the office and I have been
doing some talking and couldn't understand why you
would 'even' take the job you've got." "Some of them
even think you might be 'gay', but most of us just feel
that you might just have some feminine attributes." "I
have convinced most of them that you're not gay, but
then, I too find it hard, since you have not made any
advances toward me." "Your not gay, are you??"
"No I'm not !!!!!, I just wanted to get going on
my career before I got into a situation that I would
have to get serious." "You can't afford to get serious
on the salary we make, so I just decided to wait till I
could improve my position and my salary before I would
possibly meet someone and then could not take care of
her the way I would like to."
"How do you mean, you would like to." "Do you mean
in her 'rightful' manner?," she said.
"I guess so," I said.
"Would you like to be a girl ?"
"I guess so," I said.
"Do you want me to make you into a girl ?"
"I guess so, I said.
"Will you do everything I say ?"
"I guess so, I said.
What was I saying? It was like I was hypnotized
because everything she said I answered "I guess so." By
the time I she was done asking me questions, I was
ready for her to change my sex!!! Is this what I wanted
???? "I guess so," I thought. I didn't tell her that
inwardly I did wished I were "just one of the girls",
and that I too enjoyed working with girls.
She got up and walked to the door. I said "are you
mad or something ?? She said "heavens no, not at all,
I'll be right back."
In a moment she returned with a bag full of
something. She looked at the nighty that I still held
in my lap and said " are you sure your game ???"
"Yes Ann, I guess so,' I said.
Then, in an authoritative voice that I had never
heard from the lips of Ann, she said, "get up !!" "and
take off those appalling male cloths." Without any
argument, I did as she said. I stood stark naked and
she took me by the hand and lead me to the bathroom
where she had me shave my face exceptionally close, and
then she had me stand in the bathtub where she rubbed
some smelly cream all over my body, even around my
private area. It started to burn a little and I asked
her what it was. She told me that it would soften my
skin. I accepted that, thinking it would only be
temporary. After about 20 minutes she told me to stand
under the shower and wash myself. As I did I noticed
all, and I mean all my body hair was falling off. I
started to protest and she just told me, "I didn't lie
to you, I told you it would 'soften' your skin." " Feel
yourself, I bet you feel softer already." When I was
done she padded me dry with a soft towel and rubbed a
scented lotion all over my body. Then she went into her
bag a brought out a big powder puff and proceeded to
powder my entire body. I could not believe my
appearance. As I gazed into the mirror, I had a
feminine looking appearance. I was as smooth as a baby,
and except for that thing between my legs and having no
breasts, I looked like a women.
She again looked into the bag a brought out a pink
silk bra and some foam pads. "Here," she said, let me
help you with this." Without and hesitation, I slipped
my arms through the straps and Ann hooked the back.
Then she put the foam inserts into the bra giving me a
wonderful, 'almost natural', feeling. I was melting,
loving every minute, and she knew it. Then she brought
out a matching pair of panties and told me to slip into
them. They felt so soft, so erotic, so delicate,
soooooooooo wonderful. I knew I was going into the
realm of the unknown, but didn't care. For some unknown
reason I knew I wanted this and didn't want it ever to
end. I then slipped the nighty over my head and felt
the soft material again caress my now smooth and
hairless body. She brought out a pair of pink, fluffy,
high heeled mule slippers, exactly like she was
wearing. She slipped them on my feet and I almost fell.
"You'll get use to them,"she said smiling. She applied
a lip gloss to my lips and told me that I would have to
learn how to do my own makeup in the future. I licked
my lips and they too felt soft and delicate, just like
the rest of me. As I analysised myself in the mirror,
we truly were sisters!!!
We then sat down and continued our conversation.
It was different. We talked about cloths, 'Women's
Cloths'. She asked me what styles I liked and what I
thought about makeup. In general we talked about
everything 'men' don't talk about. Then she looked at
me and said, " I don't think I can continue calling you
Tom. How does Tami sound to you ???" I kind of shrugged
my shoulder and she said "So be it !!!. I know christen
you TAMI!!."
Ann stayed the better part of the day and then she
said she had some things to do. I carefully walked her
to the door. I spent the rest of the day in my new
attire, practicing how to walk and act as I had been
instructed to by Ann. I didn't know why I was doing
this, but for some unknown reason, didn't want it ever
to end. Saturday and Sunday went by quickly.
On Monday I was getting ready for work when I
heard a knock on the door, it was Ann. She handed me
another little package and said "This will be our
little secret" and left back to her apartment. I opened
it to find 7 pairs of panties, with each day of the
week embroidered on the legs, and in seven different
colors. I slipped on MONDAY and got ready for work.
The week went by slowly. I couldn't wait to get
home and get ready for bed. I'd lounge around my
apartment at night thinking of the weekend and what it
would bring. Ann gave me little knowing smiles all
week, but never once giving any
acknowledgement of my 'hidden' attire. It felt
devilishly strange every time I moved. "What will this
weekend hold in store for me" I wondered.
(part-3)
Saturday morning finally arrived. As we had gone
to our doors Friday night after work, nothing was ever
mentioned as to what might to happen the next morning.
I felt disappointed, yet relieved, but was inwardly
hoping that 'something' would happen. I don't know what
I expected, but my heart started racing a hundred miles
a minute when the phone began to ring. I picked up the
receiver.
It was Ann calling to say that she would not be
over because she didn't feel well. I asked her what was
the matter and she said that it was her time of the
month and she just felt like laying in bed and
relaxing. Again I felt that disappointment. I told her
to take it easy and jokingly said, that if she wanted,
I would "serve" her some coffee in bed. Ann said "That
is really sweet of you, I'd love some if you don't
mind." I assured her I didn't. "Oh Tami," she said, and
my heart started to pound again, "please don't wear
those foolish pants." "I'd love it if you came over
just the way you are dressed, RIGHT NOW!" " What are
you wearing my little sissy?" I told her that I had on
the bra and panties and nighty, along with the pink,
high heeled slippers. She said, giggling, "You must
almost be getting use to walking in heels by now."
"What if someone see's me in the hall," I asked?
"Don't be so silly Tami, just look down the hall
and see if anyone is coming, and then, come to my
door." "Its open, so just walk in." I said okay and got
the coffee pot and placed it, along with some cups, on
a tray. I cautiously opened my door, checked the hall,
and proceed to go to Ann's door.
As she had said, her door was open, so I let
myself in. I went to her bedroom door and knocked, "Ann
?", knowing it was me, said " who is it ??". I jokingly
said, "room service, your coffee, madam". She said "you
may enter 'missy'." We both laughed as I entered and
put the tray over her lap, the coffee steaming. She was
polishing her nails a bright shade of passion pink when
I came in. The smell of the polish made my nose tingle.
She said "I still have to do my toenails, but they
can wait, unless you want to do them for me while we
talk and drink our coffee, I really hate cold coffee".
I told her that I'd try, but that I had never done any
thing like that before, so "don't laugh if I do your
whole toe instead of just the toenail". She laughed and
said, "you'll get used to it, a girl 'must' know how to
polish her nails". We talked as I did her nails, and
after they were finished, I set the bottle on the tray
and poured myself a cup of coffee. I was sitting on the
end of the bed and after slipping my foot out of my
slipper, casually put my leg along side her while we
talked. We continued our conversation and sipped our
coffee. Unknown to me, she had picked up the bottle of
polish, opened it, and started putting the bright pink
nail polish on my toenails.
I just watched as she did this, and for some
reason, didn't say or do anything. When she was
finished with the right foot I spontaneously, without
thinking, removed my other slipper and put up the left
one. Ann just looked at me, and with a cunning smile,
proceeded to do the other foot, knowing that I was in
heaven.
When she was done with both feet she looked at me,
smiled again and said " why did you let me polish your
nails ?" I didn't know what to say. I just looked at my
pink toenails and then at her and said "I don't know. I
guess I just wanted to see what they would look and
feel like, besides, it matches my slippers." Ann just
smiled. I knew she wanted me to wear it, and I knew she
knew, "I" wanted to too.
We talked some more and I all but forgot about my
painted toenails. We ran out of coffee, so Ann
suggested that I make another pot, but that she still
didn't have any and I would have to go to my apartment
to get some. Without thinking, like it was the
'natural' thing to do, I said "okay" and left.
I opened the door and started down the hall to my
apartment. Then I saw my neighbor, a young man and his
wife of a few months, staring at me and realized why. I
said to the effect that I had stopped at Ann's
apartment and that we were just 'fooling' around, and
that 'she' had talked me into this temerity. We both
laughed, and I hoped he didn't recognize the
trepidation in my voice. Then he said that he and his
wife were going to the store and if I needed anything
they would pick it for me.
I said "no, I can't think of anything" and thanked
him. He laughed and said "OH ?, I thought you might
need some more "polish" for your fingernails." I looked
down at my feet. I was so taken back that I couldn't
think of a thing to say.
Thank goodness I had forgotten to put on my
slippers or he would have really known that this was
not just a quirk, because I could now walk naturally in
heels. I must have been just about as pink with blush
as my toenails.
He and his wife were chuckling as they went down
the hall when I heard her say, "You know, I really like
that color nail polish, I wonder if "she" would let me
try some!!" I went into my apartment, still shaking,
and made the coffee, constantly looking at my feet.
When I finished, I carefully checked the hall and
then almost ran with the coffee to Ann's apartment. I
told her what had happened and she broke out in
hysterics. I told her I didn't think it was so funny,
and really feeling guilty now, said that I wanted to
get if off "RIGHT NOW!!". She just laughed even harder
and said " Don't be silly, you know you like it!!" "You
know you enjoy it as much as I do." "You enjoy being a
SISSY, and humiliation is a part of the thrill of it."
"Now, do you want me to take it off, or do you want to
be "my" little sissy !!!"
I couldn't, or didn't want to, answer her. She
again said in a demanding manner, "Answer me damn it,
do you want it off or not?? !!!" She was getting
furious with me, and I knew that if I said I wanted it
off, it would all be over.
In a humble voice I answered her, "No Ann, you
know I want it on if it makes 'you' happy". She looked
me straight in the eyes and said, "tell me why you want
to keep it on".
"Because I want to be your friend," I said.
"Is that the only reason !!??," she said.
"No Ann, I want to be YOUR little sissy and I
enjoy being a sissy, I want to be a girl" I said.
"Okay, she said, "but from now on, you are going
to do as I say". "You are going to be 'MY' little
girl." " You will address me as Mistress Ann, and I
will turn you into the girl, the sissy, you want to
be." "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR !!!"
"Yes Ann, I mean, Mistress Ann," I said.
In this short period of time we had gone from just
friends to a new kind of relationship. What would
happen next I didn't know, but, for some strange
reason, I didn't ever want it to end, and it hasn't.
This was a new side of Ann that I had never scene.
She became very assertive and domineering, and I became
very tractable and submissive. I knew she knew I loved
being a sissy and I would have to live with my
discission, at least for a while, I thought.
Ann told me to get up and stand next to the bed. I
did as I was told and she looked at me and said "you
really do have a rather delicate body, I'm glad you
don't have a lot of hair and it doesn't grow very
fast." "Go to the bathroom and shave what little you do
have off again."
Without any protest I got up to go to the
bathroom.
Ann said, "And I don't want you to say anything."
"There is a razor on the tub and some soap." "There is
also some 'Nair', and after you shave, I want you to
lather your whole body with it and let it on for about
10 minutes, this will remove any left over stubble, and
then take a shower using the scented soap." "After your
finished, 'pat' yourself dry, and 'dust' your whole
body and come back here." "Now do as you are told." "I
promise you this will not be as bad as you think." "I
have contemplated for a long time that you were really
a sissy." "It just took the right time to get you to
admit it." "Now that you have, we can have a much
closer relationship." "I'm sure that you have wanted me
for more than just a friend for a long time now, but
were to shy and timid to ask me." "You acted almost
like a girl friend, not like a man that wants a women."
"I have wanted to have you also, but not as you were."
"You see Tami, I want the best of both worlds." "I want
a man that looks, acts, and feels like a women." "I
want a male lesbian." "I can't stand a macho man."
I didn't know what to say so I submissively went
into the bathroom to shaved myself as I had been
directed. I shaved my legs and arms, under my arm pits,
my chest and face. I then used the diplitory all over
my body and after about 10 minutes, rinsed it of. After
I patted myself dry, I dusted my entire body with a
scented body powder. It was an extremely feminine and
beautiful scent, and as I place the powder puff in
different parts of my body, the fragrance flew about
the room.
When I returned Ann looked at me and said " you
forgot something, didn't you ?"
I said " I don't think so."
Ann said " look at that thing between your legs. I
said I wanted all your hair removed." "You can't have
hair stubble ruining the looks of the beautiful panties
you will be wearing from now on." "Be careful not to
cut yourself, or you will really be a sissy."
I left again and this time I removed all my hair
around my 'private??' area. When I returned the second
time Ann seemed pleased with my appearance.
Ann looked at me and said " yes my little sissy,
you will love your new role." "I will treat you better
than any man treats his wife but you have to be honest
and loyal to me, doing what I think is best for us." "I
will never black mail you, and if you want out, go, but
if you do, its over." "You will never be allowed back."
"The choice will always up to you."
With that Ann, Mistress Ann, kissed me and I knew
that I loved her and that I would be a good wife to her
and be a good sissy for her. I trusted her, and knew
that she would never hurt me and 'she' would be a
wonderful husband.
My mind was whirling. I thought about all the
women who have the 'privilege' to wear such wonderful
and beautiful cloths and still insist on looking like
slobs. Then women have many customary privileges not
even know to man. They can wear any type of clothing
they wish, but if a man were to wear a skirt, he's
labeled a fag, sissy, or whatever. If a man cry's, he's
a wimp, but a women can appear as hard or soft as she
believes necessary. Why can't a man wear and act as he
wants? I guess society is not ready for it at this
time, what a shame.
Ann saw that I daydreaming and asked me if I liked
how I felt and what I saw. I responded with,
"yes,....but I'm scared," and told her of my other
thoughts. She again told me not to worry. that she
would take care of me, that I would love my new role in
life. She said there would be times that I may not
like, or understand, what and why she did something,
but that she knew best and everything would be just
fine. "Trust me" see said.
With that Ann took me by the hand like a child and
lead me to her vanity. She took a tweezers and removed
a few hair from my eye brows, giving them a somewhat
feminine shape. She again reaffirmed that I would have
to learn to put on my own make-up, because she could
not do it for me 'everyday'.
Everyday????, what did she mean by that. I asked
her, "what do you mean, Mistress Ann, everyday."
"I mean everyday!!!,"she said. "We will start out
slowly at first, but in a short time you will be
'working' as one of the girls." "Some of us have been
talking, and after I told them about last weekend and
our trip to the lingerie shop, we think you will fit in
nicely as 'one of the girls."
I thought to myself that this okay in the privacy
of the house, but to go out and actually work as girl,
well I just wasn't sure, and was about to protest when
Ann said, "And don't argue either, remember I said you
will not always understand, but I do know what is
best." I didn't say a word.
She put a lovely pink shade of lip gloss on my
ready and eager lips. It match my nail polish. Then she
worked on the rest of my make up. I was amazed at the
beautiful girl taking shape in the mirror. She put a
pink satin bra around my chest and padded it nicely.
Then I slipped my smooth legs into an extremely lacy
pair of panties. They felt marvelous as I slid them up
my legs. She gave me a sheer pink negligee and matching
robe to put over the panties and bra. I found my high
heeled pink fluffy mules and slipped them on my feet. I
loved the way they looked with my 'pink' nail polish
sticking out in the front. As soon as I had them on my
feet, Ann said to me, "I think it is time for you to
go." "I want you to wear what you have on till we can
get some more suitable clothing for your new image."
"When you answer your phone I want you to say
"hello??---this is sissy speaking" and when you answer
your door I want you to open it up all the way dressed
just as you are. I don't want you to peek around the
door. Just open it like you always did. Do I make
myself clear ???" "I want all the world to know you are
a sissy."
"Yes Ann" I said.
Ann walked me to the door. I checked the hall and
saw no one so I left. Ann closed her door and I started
to walk down the hall with my heels clicking when I
remembered I had left my keys in her apartment. I ran
back and found that she had her door locked. I knocked
but she didn't answer. I knocked harder, harder, when I
heard someone coming up the stairs. "Please Ann, open
the door, I don't have my keys and someone is coming
!!!!"
About this time Andy and his wife turned the
corner. I didn't know what do to or where to hide. Here
I was in a pink negligee and the 'high heeled mules',
and in full make-up. Andy and his wife looked at each
other and she said "Still playing games, I see." "Its
getting better every time we go down the hall." "At
least his nail polish matches his, I mean her,
slippers."
After they entered their apartment Ann opened her
door. She smiled at me and said "You'll have to learn,
and need so suffer some humiliation so you know your
place." "As I said before, you can quit at any time."
"Now go to your apartment and I'll talk to you later"
She then handed me my keys.
I but didn't say a word, I just went to my
apartment, opened the door and went in. After I closed
the door I just stood there wondering what Ann was
going to do next. What was happening to me, I loved the
feeling of my new cloths, I loved Ann, I wanted to be a
sissy, why I don't know, but I could not turn back,
even if it meant being humiliated. What was going to
happen next.......... I took a long hard look in the
mirror and smiled....................
TO BE CONTINUED?
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