Vows of Servitude

By Priscilla Bouffant, (as told by Claudia Meadows)

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An errant fiancé agrees to a special wedding, plus a unique “trial” marriage of sorts. What more could he ask for? He has a supportive wife, mother-in-law and auntie. After all, he doesn’t have to go through with the wedding or marriage if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter I: Bride of Tanya
     For the moment, I really couldn’t be sure what it was that irritated me more. Was it the pungent scent of the permanent wave solution that was saturating my perm rod adorned tresses? Or could it be the borderline hot air emitting from the whirring salon hair dryer?
     It might also be the manner in which the perm rods and my Honey Blonde, locks seemed to tighten as my curls dried? I glanced to my right and saw the amused smile of the sexy manicurist as she painted my extended fingernails a brilliant cherry red.
    I pursed my lips and my eyes impulsively batted in a most effeminate fashion. I was flirting for certain, but not in the way a normal male would trifle with an attractive female. No, my flirting was girlish, playful and meaningless.
    I still chastised myself for flirting at all. After all, it was flirtatious liaisons and philandering undertakings that had brought me to this juncture. In other words I had continually cheated on my girlfriend/fiancée, prior to and after our engagement.
     These improprieties had brought me to this occasion, where I was at an ultra femme, full service beauty spa, getting a bridal makeover in the late afternoon of the day before my wedding.
    I would still be marrying the woman I had been betrothed to. The socialite/heiress, Tanya Meadows. Tanya was the daughter of Vera Meadows, renowned financial services entrepreneur. It’s just that I would be wearing a flared mini skirt bridal dress with petti pants. Tanya would wear a ladies white tux, with laced ankle boots.
    It would be a quiet, somewhat private wedding. Dominant females only, accompanied by either effeminate sissy males or their very own, special lesbian lovers. A few of the more diverse women might be accompanied by both, a sissy and a lesbian.
     The manicurist had finished painting the nails of my right hand and momentarily broke my reverie by turning the hair dryer off and lifting the domed bonnet slightly. “I need to do your left hand dear. You be a good girl and keep those fingers spread far apart so the polish can dry undisturbed. I’ll tell you if and when you can relax your fingers,” she smiled.
     Then she lowered the dome, turned the whirring apparatus back to on, and removed the tips of my fingers from the bowl of scented lotion they were soaking in. Wiping the nails dry, she proceeded to attach extenders.
     These types of salons, actually full service spas, had a certain imposing feature about them. The décor, the apparel, coiffures, and elaborate makeup worn by the cosmetologists said, “This is an ultra-feminine, very girlish haven. You have entered the inner sanctum of extreme femininity. You are now one with all of us.”
     Before the manicurist would fully complete my elaborate bridal manicure, I would have the perm solution rinsed out and the equally smelly neutralizing lotion applied to my permed ringlets. I would leave the salon with my Mother-in-Law Vera, and my Auntie Margo.
     The neutralizer was rinsed out, but instead of my coiffure being combed out, and stylized, my hair was set on brush rollers. I was lightly, but effectively, made up and then a decorative, multi-pastel colored turban was wrapped tightly around my curler infused locks. Jasmine, the beautician, spoke to me.
     “Well Claudia. Daphne the manicurist was absolutely amazed, and so very amused, that you were a feminized toy-boy. She could not believe you were ever a male. I can’t wait to do your comb out tomorrow, Claudia. You have the loveliest hair. For that matter, most all sissies have such gorgeous tresses. Just proves to a woman like me you were born to be a female. You are so very fortunate that women like Vera and Tanya exist in your life to correct nature’s objectionable error,” she smiled.
    “You should be used to sleeping in rollers by now Claudia. You’ll be sleeping in them this evening, leastways. It’s important you use a facial masque at bedtime. If you’re keyed up, due to bridal jitters, it might be wise to take a couple of valium to help you sleep. I’ll be over to the estate by 10 AM to comb you out, do your makeup and give you a final hair spraying before you stroll down the aisle, sweetheart,” she said, patting me on my cheek.
     The wedding would be at 1 PM and take place at the Meadows’ estate. The Reverend Monique Van Meter would be presiding. My “Demoiselle” of honor, would be Irene, an experienced sissy maid recently employed by my Mother-in-Law.
    My Auntie Margo, would of course be giving me away. She had started me on this road, with frequent petticoat punishments for misdeeds as a teenager. I felt I had broken that spell in college, especially when I became somewhat of a “Cock of the walk.”
     I overcompensated for my feelings of masculine insecurity with a ribald sex life. My mistake came when I dared carry on the same illicit liaisons prior to and after my engagement to the formidable Ms. Tanya Meadows. Oh yes, I could have told them all off. Tanya and Vera included, and struck out on my own after the affairs were found out.
    However the wastrel in me couldn’t turn down the life in the lap of luxury I could be provided as the spouse of an heiress. Of course, the terms offered me were “temporary feminization until we all decide you are sufficiently rehabilitated.”
     I reminded myself to broach the “temporary” nature of this edict sometime after the honeymoon.
     As it was at the present, it was six months since my feminization had begun. On the morrow, I would be strolling down the aisle as a bride, wearing high heels, the same height as my spouse. That way I would still be an inch shorter than my spouse who was 5’ 11” tall in her stocking feet.
     With the slimming diet I had recently been kept on she was likely 10 pounds heavier. With the girlish exercises I performed I was certain she was now stronger also. Oh but she was gorgeous with her lovely figure, and her thick, mane of exotically styled hair.
     As I minced into the outer lobby of the salon my Aunty Margo smiled. Vera was paying the cashier and tipping the cosmetologist and manicurist. “Did Claudia behave ladies?” Vera asked. Thankfully they assured her I’d been an absolute princess.
    My Auntie Margo held my hand on the way to the car, and Vera opened the door to the back seat. On the way to the estate, my Mother-in-Law Vera dictated my activities for the hours leading up to the wedding.
    “You will eat a light supper, Claudia. We don’t want your nerves getting the best of you and upsetting your delicate tummy. I will have Irene apply your green clay, facial masque for you this evening,” she instructed.
     It irritated me when Vera dictated terms to me. I held my tongue as she and my aunty often double teamed me. Supper for me, was indeed light, as I was still on a “slimming” diet. Irene served. Aunty Margo and Vera sat at opposite ends of the large dining table. My lovely fiancée sat directly across from me. She smiled and winked at me.
    “A very pretty girl is going to sleep in rollers tonight, to have lovely tresses just for me, on the morrow. How sweet and exciting? That is so, so romantic Claudia. You are going to make such a lovely bride. I will be so very proud of you my darling,” Tanya beamed.
     “Mother. In the event that Claudia might experience an unsightly erection during the wedding or reception, could you have her milked prior to her being corseted and gowned?” Tanya asked to my chagrin.
     “Of course dear. I can have her Demoiselle, Irene do it. She’ll be helping her dress, in any event,” my mother-in-law smiled.
      She was going to have her sissy maid masturbate me? I would need to speak up when the time came, in the morning. Right now, in the dining room, I was clearly outnumbered.
       Irene entered the dining room and announced Doctor Vivian Masters. Vera greeted the doctor. They hugged and Vera turned to me.
     “Claudia, go to your boudoir and ready yourself for bedtime. You may read until 8 PM if you can, but at 8 your lights must be off. Irene, you must apply an abundant facial masque on our lovely bride-to-be, please. Now run along girls. The doctor and I will be up shortly,” Vera again ordered.
     Irene was a touch too affectionate while assisting me with my evening toilette and dressing. As she carefully applied my facial masque she whispered to me concerning how lovely she thought my skin was. I thanked her, as I picked up a fashion magazine to read. Such magazines were all I was permitted now.
    Irene puttered about my room idly.  Shortly, Doctor Masters and Vera entered my room. “Irene, please stay. Claudia, Doctor Masters, my gynecologist, is here to inject you with a sedative so as you will get the beauty rest you will need for a long, and exciting day as a bride,” Vera smiled.
    “Vera. Is that really necessary? I can take a sleeping sedative or a Valium, if you don’t mind?” I implied.
     “Yes, I do mind, as a matter of fact. And what is this, with you calling me Vera? I thought we agreed from here on I would be Mummy? Additionally, are you questioning my wisdom, where your well-being is concerned? Tanya, please come to Claudia’s room?” Vera called out.
    I felt overwhelmed. Vera was upset. She had called for Tanya. Vivian Masters had just readied a syringe with a sedative, and Irene was poised to assist. Tanya entered the room in a lovely floor length night gown and satin mules.
    “Yes mother. Is there a problem? Your voice had a sense of urgency,” Tanya inquired.
     “Well it’s only that Claudia questioned me having Vivian administer an intravenous sedative. It’s only to help her sleep before her big event tomorrow. I just found it so rude of her to query my authority in front of Vivian and Irene. She was also quite familiar, calling me Vera instead of Mummy as we had agreed,” said Irene coldly.
     By now Aunty Margo appeared and chastised me. Before I knew it, the doctor was seated, and all four women, plus Irene the sissy maid, had agreed I should bare my buttocks and go over the spanking stool in my room for a paddling.
     The spanking stool was actually an upholstered ottoman at the foot of my bed. Irene assisted Aunty Margo and Tanya in pulling me from the bed. With the trip to the salon, the impending wedding, and this further humiliation I was an emotional wreck and began sobbing and whimpering, girlishly.
     “Now, now Claudia, you brought this on yourself. Be careful not to disturb her set hair or her facial masque ladies. We must have a beautiful bride tomorrow. Pin up her nightgown and get her panties down,” Vera stated.
     I knew what to do. I raised my butt and wrapped my arms around the upholstered hassock. Then when prompted by Vera, I said, “Mummy, please spank me. Claudia has been a very bad girl?”
     Vera disappointed no one. She only gave me five sharp cracks, but they were forceful. I counted each one and said, “Thank you Mummy,” each time. Then I turned, and still kneeling, as always, kissed the Black Rose, which was engraved into the paddle.
     The women helped me into bed. Before they tucked me in, Tanya cuddled and hugged me, kissing me on my neck. Just as Doctor Vivian was going to inject me with the sedative, she remarked, “Oh my. Look at that. Our young lady has an unsightly bulge in her nightgown. It was either the paddling or the brief cuddling with Tanya,” the doctor stated.
     I was so embarrassed. Part of it was the paddling. But, my penis really inflated when Tanya kissed my neck so sexily.
     “Well I can see she isn’t on hormones or testosterone blockers,” the doctor quantified.
     “No, Tanya won’t permit it,” said Vera, none too pleased. “Tanya, it is up to you. Should Irene milk your fiancé?”
     “I don’t see why not mother. I’m tired and I’m going to bed,” said Tanya, bending over and kissing me just below my throat, saying, “Goodnight my love. Behave for Irene and Vivian.”
     Vera and Aunty left the room and Irene smiled as she applied baby oil to her hands. “Miss Claudia, please pull down your panties and pull up your nighty. I must milk you so as the good Doctor Vivian can inject you with your beauty sleep medication,” she said.
     As she slowly began to masturbate me she cooed to me as one’s nursemaid might speak to a child.
     “You need to accept your situation my dearest Claudia. Give in to these ladies who are only trying to help you. I’ve been in your situation. You have an opportunity to live in the lap of luxury. You have access to the loveliest of clothing, and the most sophisticated beauty treatments. Just be a good girl and enjoy it,” she added.
     “Irene is correct Claudia. Your Aunty, your Mummy and Tanya, want what is best for you,” Doctor Vivian added.
     My orgasm was explosive. As Irene wiped me clean Doctor Vivian injected my buttocks with the contents of the syringe. I was asleep before they had even re-arranged my panties and nightie.
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     I awoke cuddled to a pillow. Irene and my aunt were drawing the curtains open. “We must cleanse you of your facial masque. Then we must be certain you are properly corseted and girdled, and into your hose and heels Miss Claudia. Once your hair and makeup are done we can slither you into your wedding dress,” Irene intoned.
     “Does she have an erection Irene? I’ll leave, should you need to milk her,” my Aunty added.
     “No ma’am. I must have sufficiently drained her last night,” Irene added.
    Once they had removed my facial clay, my Aunty Margo raised an item from my vanity and said, “Irene, we need to insert this before we adorn Claudia in her panties and girdle.” It was a dreaded butt plug.
     I moved to the bed, put my head on a pillow and raised my buttocks in the air. My aunt put on a surgical glove and lubed my rectal cavity with KY gel. Then she carefully inserted the plug at the opening of my rectum.
     Irene knelt and like a loyal Demoiselle, patted my head and stroked my face, even giving me a peck on my cheek and then my lips. My Aunty comforted me by telling me how fortunate I was.
    “You know Claudia, this is a small plug. Plus, I have seen the strap-on device Tanya plans on using for the honeymoon and it is also small compared to many I have seen. You’re also very blessed to be marrying a female and not a real man. The penis of a real man can be absolutely huge. Trust me, no real man will ever be as gentle as a female when entering the pussy of a virgin sissy like yourself,” she scoffed. “You would not be the first sissy, ever to be betrothed to a real male either,” she added.
     Finally, by working the butt plug in a back and forth, spirally motion she got it home. I gasped loudly and shrieked. Irene covered her mouth in amusement. Unfortunately I now had another erection. Again I would have to be milked.
     “Goodness Claudia, you are such a little slut these past few days. In any event we have to hurry to milk you off. Irene can you do the honors?” Aunty Margo asked.
     Irene was an expert. She had worked as a governess. She seated herself next to me on the bed, rested her head on my shoulder, wrapped one arm around me, and wrapped a baby oil covered hand around my penis. Then she kissed me full on the lips, snaking her tongue into my mouth.
    She then carefully masturbated me as she hummed away, kissing me greedily. I didn’t last long at all. I spurted my ejaculate liberally. She let me clean myself, then coquettishly offered me her hand as she escorted me to the dressing table.
    I put on a pale blue pair of panties. I now had to slink into the very tightest of a decorative, patterned, panty girdle. From the seat of the girdle, around to the front, a very fussy, multi-tiered layer of ruffles had been applied.
     I could already ascertain that these sissified layers of fussiness would be readily viewable beneath the hem of the flared, bridal, mini-dress I’d be wearing. My intricately and exquisitely marbled hose and white heels came next.
     I gulped as my Auntie Margo clapped her hands and pointed to the dreaded lacing bar. I minced to the top step, of the three tiered lacing pedestal, and took a deep breath. I nearly fainted when I saw the heavily beribboned, multi-laced white corset Irene was holding.
    I obediently reached for the lacing bar and held on for dear life. The corset was wrapped around me and positioned. Then the ladies started pulling in the strong lacing. “We must constrict her waist and torso sufficiently to compact the flesh of her chest into two, pert little mounds, Irene. I do wish Tanya would consider her using a plumping cream and a breast suction to emulate a nice bosom,” my Aunty remarked.
    Even as this remark irked me, I was presently much more concerned with the restrained nature of my waistline. My aunt was quite proud that they had fettered me to a svelte 26”.
    Aunty was also correct in saying, that this much of an extreme cinching of the waist and torso would produce a pert set of girlish tits. She then produced a frilled, white, training bra. “This belonged to your female, husband-to-be, Tanya. It was her first training bra. It now belongs to you,” my Aunty smirked.
    Along with my brand new wedding dress, I would have “Something old, something new, and something blue.” What would be borrowed?
    I didn’t have to wait long. Now the effusive hairdresser from the day prior, Jasmine, and her efficient assistant Daphne, were escorted into the room by my ever judicious Mother-in-Law Vera.
     Vera spied me up and down, nodding her approval at my ever increasing, submissive, feminine appearance. Chills ran down my spine as she smiled and winked at me. The look was overtly sexual in nature and I could both sense and feel lust emanating from my, soon-to-be, Mother-in-Law, for the very first time.
    Seated at the vanity, I would now have my “Crowning Glory” affixed beautifully by the able tonsorial artist, Jasmine. Irene and Aunty excused themselves to begin dressing for the ceremony. Vera, remained in my boudoir chatting with the cosmetologists.
    Daphne busied herself with the soon-to-be applied cosmetics. With my turban still covering my rolled hair, Daphne applied a moisturizer, before dabbing on a matte foundation. This she softened with powder. After she had blended in a pink blush, she used a smoky, coal shadow, to enhance and dramatize my eyes.
     My lashes were curled and eyebrows arched and heightened. She outlined my lips with a burgundy lip liner, before filling them in with a vivid, glossy, fuchsia lipstick. I looked and felt really sexy. When Jasmine removed the turban and began plucking the rollers from my shoulder length curls, I knew I was one more step closer to being married to Tanya.
     Jasmine commented to Vera. “She really does have lovely thick hair, Vera. Your daughter really picked out a beauty. She will make a lovely bride for her.”
     “Yes, I know Jasmine. I’m really looking forward to getting to know the lovely Claudia so much better,” she said as she ogled me.
       Jasmine brushed my bangs into a theatrical sweep across my forehead, from left to right. Then she brushed and pinned the hair on top of my head into a modified pompadour. Finally she took all the fussily, curled hair in back and on both sides and formed it into an intricate, waved, chignon, that just barely touched the nape of my slender neck. She restrained this hair together with a jeweled broach.
     Spraying this tonsorial masterpiece in place, she then dabbed Tanya’s favorite perfume, behind my ears and between my recently formed twin orbs. Daphne brought my white, mini dress over to the dressing table.
     I slipped off my heels and slithered into the dress. Once this confection was buttoned up the back, it imprisoned me like a second skin. Slipping my heels back on, I stood poised, as I was adorned in the final pieces of my trousseau.
     I was handed a bouquet of Baby’s Breath. A sassy, Perch hat was affixed to my head. It had an attached Bird cage veil. The top of the hat was festooned with an intricate bow. I was escorted downstairs where my Aunty Margo and my demoiselle, Irene awaited me.
     My Aunty kissed me lightly on the cheek as did Irene. “Turn towards me Claudia,” Mummy Vera instructed me. “Time to remove those pearl piercing studs from your ear lobes. We’ll replace them with these crystal, chandelier ear rings I was married in. It will be a true pleasure to watch my daughter’s bride wear them. You may return these after the honeymoon,” Vera added.
     “Thank you Mummy,” I said to Vera.
     I now had my “borrowed” item. We strolled together to the gardens of the Meadows’ estate, where the two, large, canopied tents had been set up. One would be used for the wedding, the other for the reception.
    Everyone from our party of six, walked into the wedding tent, with the exception of Aunty and I. Shortly, Daphne peeked out and smiled. “We are ready for you two, Margo and Claudia.”
     My Aunt Margo placed her left hand into the small of my back and gently propelled me into the ersatz Wedding Chapel. The music playing, was hardly the fundamental compositions of an emblematic wedding ceremony.
     Emitting from the centralized sound system of the Meadows’ estate, were the eerie, ancient tones, of the Celt, Egyptian, and Irish Goddesses of centuries gone by. Ballads being sung by pacifying female voices. Epics, of Norse Shield Maidens, Grecian Sirens, and Germanic Valkyries. The solos were dynamic, the harmonies enchanting. The reverberations of the acoustic stringed instruments, and the Djembe drumming, tolled in divine descants.
     As I daintily sashayed toward the altar, I could feel the stares and hear the whispers and knew that all eyes were on me. Me, the judiciously and vividly feminized, sissified bride.
     In fact, my senses seemed heightened to a level I have yet to know since. The chandelier, crystal earrings, brushing my cheeks were tinkling in time to the music. The chignon, barely feathering the delicate nape of my neck, reminded me of my tantalizing, feminine appearance.
    The severe restriction of my incarcerating corset, and the ever present humiliation of the shaming butt plug, prompted me to recall my compliance to my progressive glamorization.
     The dainty patter of my high heels on the Parquet, established how well trained I was. The miasma of the tantalizing womanly fragrances encircled me. My perfume, body lotion, powder, hair spray and even, the ever present aroma of perm solution, virtually captivated me.
     I knew, full well, from my training at the hands of Mummy Vera, I was not to raise my eyes above what was needed to navigate to the altar. I momentarily, and only for a few seconds elevated my sight line to the top of the altar. Standing proudly and smiling, just to the right of the position reserved for me, was my “Captor,” Tanya. My Queen, my Lady Husband, my Female Groom. She was my lovely everything.
    Seeing her, for that split second in time made my heart race. She looked so elegant, with her below-the-shoulders, jet-black hair, falling in gorgeous waves. Plus her glistening, like snow, white tuxedo. Be I her captive or not, her magnificence gave me the fortitude to present myself to the reigning High Priestess, Monique Van Meter, who would preside over our ceremony.
     Reaching the 4 tiered altar, I was assisted to the step before the top tier, by Aunt Margo and Irene. Holding tightly to my bouquet of Baby’s Breath, I genuflected twice. First to the Priestess, then to my Mistress-to-be. Finally I knelt on the top step, my head, demurely bowed.
    Having practiced for weeks, I knew every word, every movement of this bizarre ceremony by rote. I listened carefully for my cues. Finally I was asked, if I was ready to fully submit to Tanya’s will? “Yes, I am,” I answered.
   I did not put a ring on Tanya’s finger. Aunty Margo did. When it came time for Tanya to be-ring me, I daintily elevated my left hand, fingers spread, and for the first time looked into Tanya’s dreamy eyes, as she placed a gorgeous diamond on my ring finger.
   The final step of the ceremony was humiliating as well as slightly discomforting. Tanya was handed an oak paddle, engraved with her scripted name and a Black Rose. My mini-dress barely needed to be lifted, by Irene. I heard the subdued giggles and stifled laughter when the fussy, petti-pant ruffles of my girdle were exposed.
     Fortunately the rump of the girdle was slightly padded, to give my butt a better-rounded, girlish plumpness. Then the Priestess announced, “You may now discipline your bride!” One hard paddle swat fell on my behind.
     I was then asked, “Does Claudia swear to devote her fidelity, submission and trust to Tanya Meadows. I answered, “Yes, Claudia does.”
    The second and much harder, paddle stroke landed and I was then asked, “Does Claudia agree to submit to the laws and edicts of Cassandra?” Once again I answered in the affirmative.
     Finally for good measure, Tanya gave me a quite painful swat, which nearly made me screech. At this point, Tanya held her paddle high in the air and called out, “Hail to Isis, the Egyptian Goddess of Fertility! Hail Cassandra! Hail the Sisterhood!”
    Every female present echoed the same phrases in unison. Tanya then presented the paddle in front of my shimmering lips. I kissed the paddle upon the engraved black rose and was allowed to rise to my feet. Tanya smiled and lifted my bird cage veil back away from my face. She enveloped me in her arms and kissed me aggressively on my fuchsia coated mouth.
   I squeezed my bouquet as her tongue darted deeply into my mouth. The wedding guests began to applaud. Tanya pulled away and stared deeply into my eyes. I knew at that moment she saw my total, feminine vulnerability. I was hers to do anything she wished.
     “You look delightfully tasty Claudia. I will be savoring all of your sweetness in just a few, scant hours,” she guaranteed.
     “I adore you Tanya. Please care for me?” I gushed.

Chapter II: Revelations
     The reception, or what I was present for, was as unique as the wedding. I knew now, that at some juncture of our honeymoon, I would have a few questions for my new, Lady Husband.
     I had to know, who or what Cassandra was? What on earth was this Sisterhood? Also, what was the significance of the Black Rose? I also needed to know, how much longer my enforced (at this point) feminization would continue. For the time being though, I would have to navigate all of the interested and intrigued wedding guests.
   For a time we sat at the table reserved for the bride and groom. Whenever approached by guests, I was to respectfully stand. Tanya, should she desire, could remain seated.
   Rarely if ever, was I spoken to or acknowledge first. Nor was I rarely spoken to directly. The custom was, to address my spouse, and as an afterthought, possibly me. Normally the women would reinforce that I was lovely and feminine, when speaking to Tanya. If they spoke to me, I would be told how fortunate I was for Tanya to have chosen me for her bride.
     We only stayed at the reception until 6 PM, as we were rising the following morning at 5AM to drive to a more northeastern portion of California. The Humboldt Forest area was nearly 4 hours from the Meadows’ estate, which was nearly an hour north of San Francisco.
     We would not be spending the evening in either my room, or Tanya’s. Those rooms were both being remodeled. We were given the deluxe guest suite on the ground floor. Our luggage was packed in the boot of Tanya’s Bentley touring car.
     As we entered the room, Tanya spun me around to face her. “Prepare to be ravaged, girl. I was quite pleased with you today Claudia. You looked stunning and carried yourself in such a ladylike manner. My friends were quite impressed with your polished femininity,” Tanya smiled.
     “I noticed they especially enjoyed dancing with you at the reception. I’m quite horny right now dear. So don’t bother with your hair or makeup. I just want to get your clothing off and get you into bed,” she said, as she unpinned my saucy perch hat.
     She followed that by turning me around to unbutton my dress. I kicked my high heels off and slid out of the dress. As Tanya unlaced my corset she explained, “I had the maids pack only corselets and panty briefs. You won’t have to wear anything so restrictive on the honeymoon, my pet.”
     “Now I want you to go the ladies’ room, and remove your butt plug. Just so, in the event, I want to use my strap-on. Rinse it thoroughly and leave it on top of the lavatory vanity. Then return to me. You should re-insert your plug in the morning,” she instructed.
     The next to the last thing she did, was unpin my hair and had me shake my head while she fluffed my permed locks. “Oh my, you are so sexy, girl,” she teased. Then she touched the chandelier earrings her mother had loaned me. These she removed and set on one of the dressers.
    I assisted her in removing her clothing and we both got into bed with just a small, dim light lit. “Come to me my beautiful wife. I want to completely explore your body and enjoy your enchanting beauty tonight. I’ve never been so enamored with a girl in my life,” she said.
    I hugged her tightly and kissed her face, sobbing. “Oh my goodness Tanya, I love and need you so much. You make me feel so fulfilled,” I sniffled.
     I said this in my most practiced of girlish voices. In fact this new practiced voice, of late, had become very much my own. Much unlike the voice I’d once used, when I had been called, Claude, and not Claudia.
    She wiped my eyes and kissed me. “No need to weep my child. I will care for you,” she said as she forced me to my back and began kissing my face, finally French kissing me full on the mouth and squeezing my erect penis. Her juices must have been flowing as she soon mounted me.
    She squeezed her vagina around my penis and cautioned me, “In this marriage, as in our past relationship, you Claudia shall never orgasm, without Tanya’s expressed permission. Is that clear?”
     “Oh yes my dearest. Always. Your pleasure is paramount to me,” I prattled effeminately.
     Now she began to slide her puss up and down, upon my penis with great earnestness. She had entwined her fingers with mine, and pressed my hands down against the mattress above my head. Her strength and aggressiveness impressed me greatly.
    I slowly met about every third of her rapid thrusts, and she appeared pleased with this pace on my part. When she had reached what I thought might be an apex, she disengaged herself from my pelvic area and rolled over onto her back.
    “Allright my sweet one, let’s put that lovely face between my legs, and use those sugary lips and charming tongue to arouse my clit,” she ordered.
     I knew Tanya loved having her pussy licked. In spite of Mummy Vera “forbidding” me from touching her daughter until we were married, Tanya had frequently sent one of the maids, after midnight, to my bedroom, to bring me to Tanya when Tanya desired sex.
    I was well practiced in what my Lady Husband liked. I nibbled, licked and kissed her clitoris to her delight and mine. I dearly loved the aroma of her pussy. When her thighs and feet, locked tightly on my torso, I knew she was very close, and redoubled my efforts.
    She became rigid, and then the dam burst. She shouted, “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop, you hot little bitch!” She shook from head to toe and I continued to lick her until she reached down, grabbed my head and pulled me towards her.
    I kissed her flat stomach, and rubbed her breasts, until she forced me to snuggle with her. She hummed softly while we squeezed each other’s bodies. Then she spoke. “My strap-on penis, is on the dresser near the earrings. Get it for me and help me put it on,” she instructed.
   When she had the faux penis positioned properly, she had me hold it with both hands. I sucked it, licked it and got it nice and wet. When she was satisfied, she made me get on all fours, and I fearfully awaited my defilement.
    She rubbed some sort of lubricant on her fingers and oiled my rectal opening. I pulled away from her and she slapped my buttocks. “Don’t you dare pull away from me you sexy sissy girl! You have worn enough butt plugs to be more than ready to be screwed. Even if you do have a true Virgin asshole,” she protested.
    I obeyed and held still while she made sure I was fully greased up for being sullied. Then she added another jelly-like substance to both of her hands. She slowly pushed the ersatz penis into my well-lubed opening. It went further and further in.
     “Push back to meet me girl! You are fighting me. I don’t like that. Give it up honey. I’m taking your cherry tonight. You belong to me now. You’re not Aunty Margo’s girl any longer. That’s a girl. Nice! There, was that so bad?” Tanya asked as I took the full six inches of the dildo completely up inside of me.
     I took a deep breath as she slowly picked up her pace. “Relax girl. Here, let me have that fat cock of yours,” she ordered. Then she brought her arms around my waist and placed her well-oiled fingers firmly around my sex organ.
    I was already aroused from eating her pussy and having her on top of me when we first screwed. Now with her butt-humping me, and grabbing my cock, my organ was fully engorged. At first the lubrication on my penis felt wonderful. Then the temperature of my cock grew warmer and then hot!
     “Oh my gracious Tanya! Oh my!” I whimpered as my swollen sex organ became inflamed.
     “What is it my precious? Is your little pee-pee getting warmed up?” Tanya laughed gutturally. “It’s a nice sex balm I picked up at a sex shop on my last trip to Los Angeles. I wanted your deflowering to be super-hot as well as sexy. A girl should always remember her first real screwing as being red-hot,” she added, amused.
     In spite of the heating effect of the balm I was still exceptionally aroused and I began to snivel and mewl. I swallowed bountifully, and my breathing got very heavy. “Claudia wants to come? Well tell me then. Does Claudia want to come? If she does, she has to ask Madame Tanya very sweetly.” Tanya insisted.
     “Yes, Madame Tanya. Please let Claudia come? Please?” I asked as sexily, sweetly and femininely as I possibly could.
     “Yes, you may my Precious Princess. Ten, nine, eight, seven, oops! Oh my Little Angel, you were really ready. Oh, go girl go! Oh wow! Buckets and buckets of sperm ejaculation!” Tanya exclaimed as I collapsed, exhausted, face down on the bed.
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     For the longest time, we slept in each other’s arms. At some point we must have detached. It was nearly 5 AM when I used the ladies’ room. I peed sitting on the toilet as I had been instructed over the past three months. I heard Tanya stir.
     “Claudia? Are you awake? Oh, its 5 AM. You know how I love an early start?  Well, let us make ourselves ready to depart,” she added.
     Prior to dressing, she assisted me with inserting my butt plug. “This can be a bother, when you need to have a movement of your bowels. We’ll have the Beauty Spa at the resort fix that. Fix it temporarily, anyway,” she said idly.
     Keeping with the dominant, gay, female, traveling with a submissive, sissy femme, lesbian prototype, Tanya wore tight black jeans, with matching, zip-up ankle boots, with block heels. She added a white peasant blouse and black vest. She effectively applied appealing makeup. Her hair she tied into a ponytail atop her head.
     I was first given a padded bra, which gave me a B-cup. Over it, I wore a high necked beige blouse, with a overelaborate lace applique at the collar, and continuing to half way down the front. Tanya then picked out a cream colored, pencil skirt, and a matching cream colored jacket, which was added to my ensemble.
    I slithered into a panty brief and slipped on a pair of lace-up high heeled sandals. The sandals showed off my hot pink pedicure. Lastly Tanya thought briefly about the look she wanted for my hair and makeup.
   “I want your makeup with a ‘ladies who lunch’ look. Use this squirt bottle of water and mist your tresses. You can’t have a shampoo until tomorrow. Then let’s take some jell and a pick comb and fluff out your perm. Do big hair and then I’ll brush it down more modestly,” she added.
   I left with a modified, subdued, but very curly, bouffant. My tresses had been colored a month ago. With the styling jell, the honey blonde color, really shone through.
     Atop my locks, I wore a beige, rolled brim, cloche hat, fitted with a floral bow. Hanging from my pierced ear lobes was a lovely set of large, gold, gypsy hoop earrings that Tanya had purchased for me. She had placed the chandeliers belonging to Mummy Vera in a case.
     “We’ll take these earrings belonging to my mother with us to the resort.  You can wear them some evening at dinner,” she said.
      After an hour drive Tanya said she knew of a trendy breakfast spot, run by a lesbian couple, which was nearby.
    I felt nervous, and she could tell. “Never worry about a thing when you are with me, Claudia. I won’t let anyone harm you and I will never put you in a situation we cannot handle. Just relax. These women and the bulk of their clientele are non-judgmental,” she said firmly.
     “I’ll order for you. Keep your sentences short. Say things like thank you, good morning and modulate your timbre as you voice coach taught you. You look fabulous and you’ll do fine,” she smiled as we pulled up to the restaurant.
     I felt better as the place had just opened and wasn’t crowded. We seated ourselves and an attractive middle-aged woman, with short, helmeted, hair, came to our table with bottled water.
     “Good morning ladies. My name is Lorraine and my partner Sally and I welcome you. Where are you traveling to?” Lorraine asked.
      “Good morning Lorraine. So pleased to meet you. Such a lovely restaurant. My name is Tanya and this is my partner, Claudia. We’re going to a resort near the Humboldt,” she smiled.
     “Near the Humboldt? If I’m not being too nosy is it the Castillo Del Sol?” Lorraine asked.
     “Oh? You know the Castillo Del Sol? Have you been there? Tanya asked.
      “No. However we have friends in San Francisco that honeymooned there. They loved it!” Lorraine smiled.
     She took our order. As she said she would Tanya ordered for me. Lorraine smiled and winked at me. Of course Tanya made sure my breakfast was light and girly.
     While we were munching, I saw Lorraine, with another woman, possibly Sally, peeking out from the kitchen smiling. To me it was like they were both staring right at me and knew, for certain, that I was a transformed male.
     I was at the very least, partially correct. The other woman, a little younger than Lorraine, with much longer, nearly shoulder length hair, stopped by our table.
     “Hi, I’m Sally. You must be Tanya? Lorraine told me you are headed to the Castillo Del Sol. I don’t want to be rude, but do you have reservations. It’s a private club. The wife, of the couple we know from Frisco, is a member,” she added.
     “Yes. I’m a member. We have a family membership, my mother and I. I might even know your friends. We live an hour north of Frisco. I do appreciate your concern Sally,” Tanya smiled.
     “Well you are both just so lovely. I hope you have a fantastic life together,” Sally added.
      I was glad I had finished my breakfast as I might have choked by the time Sally finished her last sentence. She knew? I know she at least thought we were lesbians. In any event, she did seem to be happy about it.
     When Lorraine took the check and Tanya paid, Lorraine said, “The two of you are just absolutely the most gorgeous gay couple we have ever had in our restaurant. Please stop by on the way back.”
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     We arrived at the resort prior to the lunch hour. Tanya drove her Bentley touring car up to the large iron-gate. Atop the gate in scroll lettering was a large insignia which read, “Castillo Del Sol, Cottages and Resort. A Winthrop property.” Underneath the cursive script, I saw it! The emblem from the spanking paddles! There it was again! The mysterious Black Rose!
     Tanya dialed her cell phone, on speaker. A female voice answered, “Hello?”
     “Yes. Good morning. I’m Tanya Meadows. My wife Claudia and I are on our Honeymoon. We have the Vista cottage, adjacent to the lake,” my husband Tanya replied.
     “Wonderful ma’am. You and your new bride have an absolutely wonderful time! When I open the gate, just drive right past the guard booth. No need to stop Ms. Meadows. You are already checked in. The keys to your cottage are in the lock box on the door,” the lady replied.
     “I’m so sorry. I forgot to ask. Do you have a map of the facility Ms. Meadows? If not I can provide you with one. The lock box combination is 3337,” the lady added.
     “Yes. I studied the map and know just where to go. Thank you,” Tanya added as she disconnected.
     The “cottage” was indeed quite large and just dreamy. After seeing the Black Rose on the gate I knew I would soon ask a number of questions. I just needed to sense the right time to do it. We unpacked the car and Tanya was nearly, immediately on the room phone to the Beauty Spa.
     “Yes, I need to make an appointment for my wife Claudia Meadows. My name is Tanya Meadows. She must have a shampoo, a hot oil conditioning, a stylization and makeup. Let’s see, make her makeup what a bride would wear for lunch with her husband. No, she does not need a haircut. She just had a perm at Jasmine’s in San Francisco, on Friday. Yes, she did have the bridal makeover,” Tanya smiled.
     “Yes, Jasmine’s new salon is fabulous! I looked over your services and I see you do full rectal cleansings? Yes, she does wear a butt plug and a complete cleanse makes removing the plug for bowel movements a moot point, doesn’t it?” Tanya agreed.
     “Excellent! So she will get the cleansing first and then have her hair done? Fabulous! I can play some tennis and then use the pool while you work on her. Thank you. Oh. Give her a bottle of the mild shampoo you use on her and also a bottle of the same oil conditioner you treat her with. Yes, put it on the bill. Lovely! Have a wonderful day Angie,” Tanya added.
     To say the least, my mouth was agape. Tanya had discussed my personal hygiene and my rectal situation with the receptionist at the beauty spa!
     “You know Claudia, it does not look very attractive when a young lady opens her mouth like a blowfish. You might as well chew gum or scratch your crotch. Don’t tell me Jasmine hasn’t evacuated you on previous visits to her salon?” Tanya asked.
     “Well yes she has, but, I mean, I know her,” I babbled.
     “Nonsense my dear. It’s a simple procedure and I dare say you won’t be the first ‘special’ lady that has worn a butt plug or had her colon cleansed at this resort. In fact you might not be the first girly boy this week, which has had the identical procedure. I don’t want to hear another word about it,” she said as she dismissed me.
      Then she added, “You be there at nine o’clock in the morning. Leave the rest to the beauty professionals.”
     We had lunch that afternoon. Then we took a complete tour of the facilities. I made a decision during the tour. As soon as possible, after my morning trip to the salon, the following day, I would broach the subject of all the mysteries surrounding the wedding, my transformation, and what on earth the Black Rose had to do with it all?
     By the time our tour was over, we were both ready for a nap. Dinner would be at six. Then we would both shower and dress for bed. Of course I was to wear a shower cap to keep my permanent wave intact.
     As we settled down in bed that evening, Tanya reached over and pulled me to her, and asked me, “Do you not trust me darling? I sensed a lack of trust on your part, more than once today. You appeared frightened to go into the restaurant. Then you were upset when I made your spa appointment.”
     “Of course I trust you Tanya my dearest. I’m so very sorry I questioned your wisdom and authority at all,” I apologized.
    “As well you should be Claudia. Can you imagine what my mother would have done had you questioned her judgement not once, but twice in the span of about 4 hours? I am guessing you would have a pinkish, if not bright red buttocks,” she glared.
     Then she softened. “Come to me my pet. I am going to make love to you. Now. This instant,” Tanya added firmly.
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     After my usual girlishly light breakfast, as Tanya made her way to the Tennis courts, I flounced delicately to the Beauty Spa. Upon entering, I breathed a sigh of relief. It had just opened and there were no other customers and only three employees that I could see.
    Tanya had dressed me in a pair of bright red, high-waist, ankle length pedal pushers with matching, red 3 inch open toe pumps. I also wore a red bolero jacket, over a white midriff top with an attached bow, tied just below the midriff. Last but not least she attached my big, round, dangly Gypsy hoop earrings.
     Additionally I wore a white padded bra and a tight panty brief. My butt plug was in place.
    “Good morning! Are you Claudia Meadows? So pleased to meet you Claudia. My name is Angie,” smiled the perky receptionist.
     “Hi Angie. Well you know why I’m here, I suppose?” I asked.
     “Oh yes! Antonella, your 9 AM is here, honey,” Angie called out and a Spanish woman walked from the rear of the salon, her ultra-high heels clicking, and her excessive jewelry jangling. She had shiny black hair and precise red lipstick, along with very long, identical red nails.
     “So you are Claudia? I’ve been waiting for you. Come on in the treatment room and we’ll get you started, my Chicca. You look nice. I love your look,” she said as I jiggled into the treatment room.
     After she had shut the door, she asked, “Are you wearing your butt plug? It helps to see it,” she said.
    I nodded in the affirmative. She had me remove my shoes, slacks, and panty brief. She had me put my heels back on for walking to the ladies room. Then I got up on the treatment table and laid face down, my head and waistline each on a pillow. She carefully removed my butt plug and whistled.
    “So do you prefer this type with the ridges and asperities, instead of the smooth style, my Chicca?” Antonella asked.
     “I never knew there was a smooth type. I’ve always been made to wear this style. Those protrusions really kind of make you realize it’s there,” I complained.
     “Hello my Chicca? You are supposed to know it’s there. It’s supposed to remind you to keep your posture nice and prim and proper. It also makes sure you walk really pretty with a cute wiggle. This kind of plug will forever prompt you that you are feminine and girlish. Just like those big hoop earrings tickling your neck, honey,” Antonella laughed.
     “Okay, you know how this works? I fill you up with one quart of soapy warm water. It will make you feel like you are very pregnant. I put on a timer and you have to hold it until I tell you to go to the ladies room. Don’t fret, my Chicca. I will massage your neck and your back to relax you. I take care of my girlies,” Antonella promised.
     “When I tell you to go to poops, walk, don’t run to the ladies room. Close the door. The exhaust fan is already on. You can poop to your hearts content honey. Just make sure you are finished pooping before you decide you are going to mount the treatment table again. Please wipe your ass honey? Okay? Got that My Chicca?” Antonella asked.
     “When you leave the toilet room, close the door. Get back on the table and we do it all over with a cool, distilled water rinse out. I insert your plug. Then you get dressed and go out to the salon. They make you so pretty out there. Okay? Ready my Chicca?” Antonella asked.
     The warm quart of water made me feel like I was going to burst. Antonella was sweet, rubbing my neck and back muscles to relax me. When the timer went off, my clicking high heels were enough to keep me from running on the slick tile floor.
     The odor from my bowels emptying was acrid. I made certain everything was out. I wiped carefully and returned to the table. Then the shock of the cool distilled water hitting my insides made me want to pee myself, really badly. The second time I evacuated the enema, the odor wasn’t so bad.
     I lay on the treatment table one more time while Antonella coated my butt plug and the rim of my rectum with herbal scented baby oil, before re-inserting my mortifying plug. “There honey. That wasn’t so terribly bad, was it? Antonella smiled.
     I was exhausted. Antonella let me have a cup of hot tea and honey to calm my nerves before I went out to the salon to have my hair done. Michelle, a tall statuesque blond, from England, was my stylist and cosmetologist. She did a really fab job on my hair and face.
    Her nametag described her as the head manager. She told me she had asked for a transfer from the Winthrop, London salon, to this one. “I needed to get away from the city and breathe some fresh forest air, darling,” she teased.
     These Winthrop people, whoever they were, had some expansive and far reaching holdings. A salon at a resort in Northern California to one in London, England. Must be fabulously wealthy. What else did they own.
    After my shampoo, Michelle gave me a hot oil condition under a warm hair dryer. Then she worked some sculpting lotion into my wet, spirally curls. She let that set while she did my makeup, chatting while she worked.
     “So you are married to Tanya Meadows. I know her mother. I’ve done her hair when she has vacationed here. So, according to Tanya’s instructions, she wants you dolled up for a lunchtime date,” Michelle stated.
     “Yes. She is playing tennis and then going to the heated indoor pool,” I replied.
        “Perfect! They serve lunch there. Well let’s get to work and really doll you up for your husband. You are so very fortunate you married such a caring, loving, affluent woman. Wow, she had you get a bridal makeover at Jasmine’s. You are honeymooning here. From the clothes you are wearing, she dresses you really pretty, and very sexy, honey,” Michelle added as she blended my foundation.
     “She likes you looking really hot, doesn’t she, pet? Your spiral perm turned out so very prettily. You’re going to have these cute curls for some time,” she stated while she melded the rose blush into my cheeks.
     “I’m going to try some semi-dramatic but not too stagy, misty shadow and kohl around your eyes. It will look great with the Cocoa Pink lip color I plan on using, love,” Michelle smiled.
     When she filled in the final application of Cocoa Pink on my mouth, she started working on my perm. “I’m just going to scrunch in a wee bit more of this sculpting jelly. Then I’ll do some finger styling and finish with a pick comb. You’ll look so stunning,” she smiled.
     When she completed my makeover she let me drink in my appearance in the mirror. Then she spun the rotating salon chair slowly, and she checked me out with her hand resting on her chin.
     “Goodness me, Angel. You Cassandra girls bring out my very best work. I’m impressed. You have got to be just about the loveliest Cassandra girl I have seen since I came to this resort. Let me get some photos my sweet. Just stay in the salon chair darling. I want to snap a few shots for my Cassandra portfolio. Don’t mind, do you?” she asked.
      She took two, head and shoulder shots. Then she had me stand up hand on hip and take another snap-shot. Then with my hand on hip, looking away, with the other hand held daintily in the air, fingers spread, she took the last picture.
     “Michelle, you said, Cassandra girl? You spoke of your Cassandra portfolio. What about Cassandra?” I asked incredulously.
     It was then I saw the ear fobs she wore. A white stone, with a Black Rose inlay. She realized I was focused on her fobs. She quickly changed the subject.
     She smiled and said, “Well, we are all done here darling. It’s about time you went and found your lovely, Ms. Meadows, isn’t it?”
     She was blowing me off. She suspected she’d let one cat out of the bag and she was covering her tracks. I needed to question Tanya soon.
     As I reached the walkway to the heated, indoor pool, Tanya was just leaving. I was excited to see her. Especially due to feeling so gorgeous after leaving the salon.
     I called to her, waving and flapping my left hand high in the air, and wiggling my fingers gracefully. “You hoo, Tanya darling. I’m over here. It’s me darling. It’s Claudia!” I called anxiously. Without realizing it, the barrage of effeminate impulses I’d been receiving of late, had me truly embracing my sissy effeminacy.
     “Well you look so very nice, my sweetness. Oh good. You have the hot oil condition and the mild shampoo from the salon. I’m exhausted from tennis, baby. Plus I need a shower and some pampering myself. It was too muggy at the pool to enjoy a meal. The brunch is open until two though. Let’s return to the cottage,” she decided.
     While she was showering, I prepared her hot oil condition. Placing the oil in a small bowl, I briefly heated it, in the microwave supplied with our cottage. Tanya walked into the bedroom, in a pair of satiny marabou slippers, and a fluffy white robe. Her hair was wet. She sat at the vanity and I applied the hot oil liberally.
     I started to rub her shoulders and she spoke. “Oh that’s nice. You know, as soon as you left the salon, Michelle called me on my cell phone. I think, you have some things you want to ask me and I have some things I need to tell you,” she said, turning towards me.
     “Take a seat on the bed honey. I’ll stay seated here at the vanity. You first. I know you have questions of me,” she smiled.
     I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts and the miniscule daring I had remaining. “Yes, I do have questions Tanya darling. Please hear out all of them, least I forgot one. I’d of course like to know, who or what Cassandra is. The Sisterhood as well. What is that? I’m curious as to what, if anything, this Winthrop group might have to do with it all,” I said, pausing with a raised hand.
     “Additionally what is this mysterious symbol of the Black Rose I’ve seen multiple times? Lastly, I beg of you to inform me, my dear Tanya, how long you will require me to assume this female persona in our marriage?” I asked.
     Tanya smiled. “All very good inquiries my love. To start, The Cassandra Sisterhood is all the same society. Its precepts are the advancement of Women, socially, politically, and financially. It was founded by a woman from England named Cassandra Winthrop,” she paused.
     “The heiresses to Cassandra Winthrop’s fortune, and only those who use the Winthrop name, run the Winthrop foundation. The money goes to resorts like this, special private training academies, plus loans or outright gifts to feminists and feminist causes.
     “As for the Black Rose, it is the symbol of the Cassandra society. Now, concerning your current feminized status. That is easily rectified, though complicated at the same time. You see darling, your aunty and my mother met while we were teens. Your Aunty Margo brokered the sales of some of mother’s properties,” Tanya stated.
     “Naturally, as they had teen children, you and I, the subject of your unruliness came up. One of the foundation stones of the society, is that unmanageable males, and occasionally young females, are brought to heel by being placed in petticoats and dresses. Thus, your aunt got the idea to discipline you in dresses, as a teen, from my mother,” Tanya smiled.
     “So naturally, you must wonder what that has anything to do with today’s situation. Well, your Aunt Margo joined the Cassandra Society. No, our marriage was not arranged. As you well know, you and I met, mostly by happenstance, at a New Year’s Eve, Country Club event. You don’t know this, but up until we met, I had not had a male, for a love interest or any sort of sexual activity since I was 15,” Tanya paused.
     “From the age of 16, on, all my sexual and romantic encounters, were with females. The longer I practiced lesbian sex, the more dominant I became. My partners were all quite femme and submissive. You then, were the first male person I was attracted to in close to 12 to 13 years. I also fell in love with you,” she stopped and thought things over.
     “No. I take that back. I fell in love with someone named Claude. Deeply in love. Truthfully, when I discovered that Claude was a rabid cheat, I was devastated. Frankly, I announced to both Margo and my mother I was done with men, done with Claude, and I was breaking off the engagement as well as the relationship,” she added.
     “Tanya you know I’m completely ashamed and terribly sorry about what I did,” I sobbed.
     “Of course you are Claudia. But Claudia was not the charlatan. Claude was. Let me continue. Your aunt begged me not to dump you and then my mother, came up with the age old Cassandra practice of placing an impossible male in dresses and high heels. Temporarily, of course. I really didn’t go for it at first, but then,” Tanya’s voice trailed off.
     “But then, what, Tanya?” I asked. She seemed deep in thought. Then she motioned for me to stand.
     “Come with me Claudia. Over to the full length mirror. Come, my gorgeous love. Now, what do you see? You know what I see Claudia? A lovely female person who would never dare or dream, of hurting me. A sensuous, fulfilled, young female who I have completely fallen in love with, over the past 6 months or so,” she stated.

     “You see, I fell out of love with Claude and could never love, nor trust him again. My dear Claudia, you are completely free, right now, to pursue your life as Claude. However, as I could not be married to someone I did not love, and could not trust again, we would need to be divorced. Understand though, I would tear up that ridiculous pre-nuptial and take the care to see you had a comfortable financial start in your life as Claude,” she stated.
    “I was selfish. I wanted to marry you as Claudia. I wanted to see you walk down the aisle as the dazzling bride you obviously became. I also, at least wanted to honeymoon with you. I cannot, though, hold you captive. I also cannot deceive you. So the choice is wholly yours my love,” she said as she kissed me.
    She walked to the vanity and sat. She smiled up at me. “Personally, I hope you remain as Claudia. Also, take your time about it, if you prefer. I know the longer I am able to have Claudia around me, in my embrace, in my bed, the happier I will be,” she ended.
     I was stunned. What a choice? Would I live a life of comfort, in mostly feminized submissiveness? Or did I want to strike out on my own, without this person I now felt totally devoted to. I was conflicted.
    “Tanya my dear, the choice is difficult right now. I will take my time as you stated. However, at present, I will continue my role as the subservient, obedient femme, in a lesbian relationship,” I said as I reached my arms out to her.
     “Think carefully Claudia. As my sissy, you are cared for and protected. You live a life filled with beauty and rich with elegance. You were never cut out for the mean world of business. The only occupation you could fulfil in a corporate boardroom would be serving the coffee, the tea, and other refreshments,” she said cuttingly.
     I knew she dearly wanted me as her compliant femme, or sissy. If frightening, or embarrassing me into that, was possible, I couldn’t blame her for trying. She was partially correct. As Claude, I had little or no ambition, with the exception of being a kept, pampered male.
     In my present state, I was indeed kept and pampered. Not much different with the exception of being a sissified trophy girl. Could I enjoy being her trophy wife, for her to show off to her Cassandra Sisters? The recent stirring in my panty brief told me that, I didn’t rule that out.
    “Now, why don’t I get dressed, and we will brunch? Then we can return to this lovely cottage and discuss our sexual desire for each other, while snuggling in this cozy bed. Why not? We’ll see what transpires,” Tanya smiled.
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     Our final evening of our honeymoon, we had a lovely dinner and drinks at the resort’s country club. In one of the garment bags we traveled with, was a lovely gown, I had forgotten being fitted for. It was a beautiful mauve shade and came to just below my knees. Satiny in texture, the hem was finished with a lacy fringe.
    Tanya had cinched in my waist quite a few inches with a corselet. With sheer hose, high heeled pumps, that matched my gown, and a matching beaded bag, I felt like Tanya’s princess. She helped me to do my hair up in a bouffant upsweep. That evening in bed, after I had sucked her pussy, she let me know I would be getting breasts, should I remain as Claudia.
     “I want to be upfront as humanly possible about this honey. I want to start using plumping cream on your breasts. It’s collagen. The same chemical women inject into their lips. With the cream application, some figure training, and the bi-weekly use of a breast suction machine, you can have a couple of cute tits on your chest in a few months,” she said frankly.
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     My mind was on the decision I’d been offered, the entire trip back to the estate. Except, when we got to the exit on the interstate, which we should have taken to the estate, we continued on for another 15 minutes.
     “Were are we going dear?” I asked.
     “Be patient. You’ll see,” Tanya smiled.
    We went off the main road, back to a private, gated community. Tanya put a code into her cell phone and the gate opened. In a scant two minutes, we were parked in front of a striking, bricked, mini-mansion. A moving van was parked in the drive, with workmen moving items into the home.
     “What do you think Claudia? Oh, by the way, this home will be ours. I purchased it a month ago. Your name will be on the deed, as long as your name legally becomes Claudia Meadows. I want you to have all the luxury, of any Cassandra Trophy Girl. A beautiful home, your own auto, and freedom to manage the household. That will include a domestic staff should you so desire, dear” she stated as she smiled and touched my hand.
     I let out a sigh and looked at her. Before I could say anything, a young, albeit, swishy, man saw Tanya’s Bentley and strutted towards it, clipboard in hand.
    “Let’s get out of the car Tanya. I want you to meet Charles. He’s a very sweet, non-judgmental young man. He’s both my agent and my chandler. He’s likely to have some things to tell me and some questions to ask,” she said.
     “Ms. Meadows I am so glad you are here. The furniture will be completed today. That includes the new items you purchased, and the items moved from the estate. The decorator will complete her job by Sunday. You can occupy the home, by Monday should you desire so ma’am,” Charles smiled.
     “That’s excellent Charles. We’ll move our personal items in Saturday of next week. Charles, I want you to meet my new bride and wife, Claudia,” Tanya said, as I limply extended my hand for the perfunctory girlie handshake.
     “Oh, this is such a pleasure Claudia! So you are the new lady of the house? Lovely! I know that Tanya is the Mistress in command, though,” he added effusively.
     “I’ll stop in, by Saturday, to discuss things with my decorator, Chandra. As for household staff, I haven’t hired anyone, and only plan on temporary help, for household cleaning. Possibly a university student on break,” Tanya added.
      “I’m going to hire a lawn and pool service and a house cleaning service, to come in every three weeks or so,” Tanya said.
     “Excellent! Well if you are moving in next Saturday, I’ll have your home provisioned by Friday of next week. I’ll use the list you gave me. You two have a lovely life together, ladies. Enjoy your new home,” Charles smiled brightly.
     Less than an hour later we pulled up to the Meadows’ estate. We were met by my Aunty Margo, who was visiting, Mummy Vera, and Irene, along with the two maids, Raquel and Colette. I was quite happy when I realized, Mummy, could no longer prohibit Tanya and I from sharing the same bed.

Chapter III: Decisions
     We had a simple dinner our first evening back. Tanya had apparently called ahead and told her mother not to fuss whatsoever as we would be fatigued from travel.
     “Well, I expect both of you to enjoy an evening of formal dining with Margo and me this coming Saturday, as you are moving into your new home a week later. I would ask that the lovely Claudia let me have her fitted for a new gown and wear the chandelier earrings she wore at the wedding,” Vera stated as she moved towards me, took me in her arms and kissed my cheek.
     “Would you like that you gorgeous child? Would you like to go gown shopping with Mummy,” she said sweetly while she rubbed my cheeks and kissed me again, this time on the mouth.
    Before I could speak Tanya spoke up. “Mother, Claudia has a number of lovely gowns. We’ll let you pick one of those out for her to wear. In fact you can pick her entire wardrobe, hairstyle and cosmetics for that evening,” Tanya agreed.
     We were in bed together, our first evening after the honeymoon, when I turned to Tanya and I said to her. “I’ve made my decision Tanya. I want to stay as your bride. I desire to be your Cassandra Trophy Girl. Will you have me?”
    “Of course silly. In fact, I’ll have my attorneys get to work on your legal name change and a new California, transgendered female driver’s license. It will have your name as Claudia Meadows. You can get your hair and face done for the photo. It will state your sex as female, with a tiny asterisk,” she shrugged.
     “Oh this is lovely, Claudia! No one needs to know anything just yet. You realize, as a Cassandra Trophy sissy, when any of The Sisters are around, you play the distinct role of the airhead trophy girl. You serve refreshments, you play hostess, and you chat only with the other girlies. Can you be comfortable with that?” Tanya asked.
     “Yes, Tanya. I know what will be expected of me. I’m the stereotypical, suburban lady of the house. You are my master and husband,” I said as I leaned my head into her shoulder.
     “Good girl. I will take you at your word. We may as well start to conduct interviews for at least one person to assist you in caring for the house. At least until the fall. It’s your call on this. Would you prefer a sissy or a genetic female?” Tanya asked.
     “I hadn’t thought of it, in that sort of way, yet. I would say an independent young female. I need some direction. I cooked and cleaned for Aunty Margo when she put me in dresses. I’ve never run a household, though. The idea of a temporary university student, with some experience, appeals to me,” I added.
     “Fine. I’ll talk to Chandra, our interior designer when we see her Saturday. She’s assisted a number of Sisterhood members with finding household help. One more thing dear. In this marriage, I initiate all sexual activity. You can flirt, and be sexy to allure me, but I take the lead in that department. Understood?” Tanya asked.
     “Of course darling. You are my Mistress, in all matters. It will be challenging enticing you with girlish flirtations,” I giggled. Frankly I was so overwhelmed by Tanya’s presence I was gladly relieved of needing to take the lead sexually.
     “That’s wonderful baby. Now let’s make love,” she said, as she grabbed my already, stiffening cock.
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     Walking into the beautiful home Tanya had purchased was awe inspiring. It contained everything. Six bedrooms, all with complete baths. Two extra half baths on both floors for visitors. A beautiful family room, living room and dining room, along with a colossal modern kitchen.
     There were two heated swimming pools, one indoor in the sun room and one outdoor. There was also a beauty room, with a makeup vanity, professional salon hair dryer, massage table, salon type shampoo sink and a styling vanity/table. Also a beautifully designed game room with foosball and pool tables.
     There was a modest, family sized entertainment room. The sound system was centralized like the Meadows’ Estate. I could not wait to move in. There was a large 3 car garage detached from the home.
     We had been there about 30 minutes when Chandra, our interior designer arrived. “Hello girls. Oh I have been wanting to meet you Claudia. She’s more beautiful than you described her, Tanya. Give me a hug and a kiss, my sister,” Chandra said to Tanya.
    “I will have a group of temps make up every bed in the house, with linens, pillow shams and comforters, on Friday. All the bathrooms will be stocked with towels and toiletries. I understand Charles is taking care of food and beverage?” Chandra asked.
     “Yes. Both you and Charles are so thoughtful and efficient, Chandra. You make a great pair. You should get married,” Tanya teased.
     “I don’t think Charles would care for my type, Tanya. Though he may enjoy wearing one of my gowns with a pair of high heels. Is there anything else we could do for you?” Chandra asked.
     “Yes darling. Claudia would love to have some female help to adjust to running the household. Young, temporary, but with some experience. Possibly a college student on vacation that’s served as an au pair or housekeeper?” Tanya questioned.
     “I know just such a person. Her name is Alexis. She is a grad student in an MBA program. Last summer, she assisted me with my son, Van junior, as his au pair. Van was acting out like his asshole father, my ex. Alexis and I brought Van junior, or Miss Vanity, as she is now known, into the realm of the Sisterhood. I’m sure you know what I mean?” Chandra smiled.
     “Oh, is Alexis a member?” Tanya asked.
     “No, but she might be some day. I know she would love to be. She isn’t just a great au pair. She taught my new daughter, Vanity to cook, sew and clean house. I’ve got my girl Vanity enrolled in a beauty school in Frisco at the moment. She even rooms there during the week. The matrons there are so very strict with her,” Chandra added, clapping her hands and smiling.
     “Could you contact Alexis, and ask her if you could give me her number?” Tanya asked.
     “I’ll do that, this very instant,” Chandra said, as she sashayed away from Tanya and I for privacy. I liked Chandra already. She was no nonsense like my Tanya. She was plump, and full bodied, in a very sexy way. She was obviously very proud of her womanly figure.
     “She said you can call her anytime. She sounded excited about the job. Being an MBA student she of course had heard of your family financials firm. She said she would even interview tomorrow if you would call her by this evening,” Chandra added.
    “I will call her tonight. Before 6PM. Text me her number,” Tanya said.
     On the drive back to the Meadows Estate, Tanya called Alexis on speaker and we made a date for an 11 AM interview Sunday morning. This being our last          Saturday at the estate before our move we had agreed to a formal dinner with Mummy. My Aunt Margo took a rain check due to another engagement. Upon arriving at the estate, I was met by Mummy Vera at the door.
     “Claudia, you are just in time. We are planning on dinner at six. Go to my boudoir. Irene is running you a bubble bath. To save time, I’ll groom and dress you in my room. Tanya can have her boudoir and bath all to herself,” Mummy said.
     While I was soaking in the bubbles, I overheard Mummy Vera tell Irene, “You can towel her off and put her in a robe. I’ll powder and lotion her on my massage table.”
     With much trepidation, wearing a pink, Kimono style robe and satin mules, I minced into Mummy’s boudoir. “You look so cute in that Kimono, precious. Here, darling. Let Mummy help you get up on the massage table,” Mummy grinned.
     As soon as I lay down on my back, she propped my head up with a small pillow. Then she walked away and I heard the door close. “Alright darling. Now we’ll have some privacy while I put scented lotion on your legs,” she laughed.
     Indeed, she slathered a handsome amount of Arnica scented lotion on both my legs from ankles to thighs. Following that, Vera then massaged one leg at a time, starting at each ankle and working her way up to the thigh, rubbing and kneading the flesh in a back and forth motion.
    I’ll admit it was soothing and relaxing. However whenever she got near my thighs, she would brush her fingers, feather like, against my private parts. Soon enough, my balls and penis started to swell. “I need to powder you now dear,” Vera said.
     She dusted a generous amount of floral scented powder on my stomach and began to work it in. Now she worked downward towards my genitals. Though this time, with her fingers still lubricated from the residual lotion. She worked the lotion and powder around my ball sac and stroked my penis.
    My already swollen penis came to life. “Well, now I’m impressed you pretty little thing. I guess you do find me attractive, don’t you? The way you were avoiding me I thought you might have liked men sexually? You do find me attractive, don’t you Claudia?” Vera asked, manipulating my genitals sexily and kissing my neck.
     “Yes, Mummy, of course I think you are very pretty. It’s just that, well, what about Tanya? I asked.
     “Oh poo. Tanya wouldn’t mind if I have a little harmless fun with her wife. I’m not going to screw you. Not tonight anyway. I always save the best for last. No honey. I’m just going to milk you off,” Vera said gutturally.
     I closed my eyes. It was as if, I couldn’t see Vera masturbating me, then Tanya wouldn’t find out. Of course that was a foolish thought. I was so stimulated by now that I was easy prey. I swelled to the max and started to spurt. To my shock and surprise, Vera brought her mouth down over the head of my penis and began to suck and slurp nearly every globule of my sperm!
     She drained me dry and swallowed every drop. “There, you nasty girl. Did you think I would let you come to my dinner table with your boner showing through the lovely gown I picked out for you?” Vera gurgled.
     “Do you know why I drained you of all your sperm sissy? Because if you drain a sissy’s sperm, you drain away a little more of their strength and aggressiveness. When I swallowed your sperm, I gained that same strength and aggression. I’m like a sperm vampire,” she laughed.
    “Off the table girl. It’s time to prettify you for dinner,” Vera ordered, and prettify me, she did.
     I arrived at the dinner table on my Mother-in-law’s arm. Tanya smiled and motioned for Irene to prepare the drinks she had ordered. Mummy Vera, of course has cinched me in with a corselet. After my panty brief had been snugged she attached a pair of intricately elegant, patterned hose.
    She then had me slip into a pair of 4 inch high strappy heels. My padded brassiere was fastened in place. When she complained about my lack of tits, I made her happy. I let her know Tanya was going to use plumping cream and breast suction to give me a cute set of boobs.
     She produced a lovely peach, sequined gown, she’d found in my collection. I slipped into it. The hem stopped midway between my knees and ankles. The gown was a pencil slimming gown, which effectively hobbled me. Along with the excessively high heels and the ever humbling butt plug, even a simple task like navigating the stairway would be a chore.
    In fact, mummy had to steady me all the way down the flight of stairs from her boudoir to the landing adjacent to the dining room. She used lots of sculpting lotion and styling gel, to shape my permed curlicues into a sleek, bouffant up do.
     With her chandelier earrings and my overly vivid makeup I must have made a vivacious sight. Tanya smiled with pursed lips and rolled eyes at the spectacle of me. With my heels clicking and my butt shimmying fitfully, I made my way into the dining area with the alluring wiggle of a Vegas showgirl.
     Vera sat at the head of the table. I was on her left and Tanya to her right. Just the three of us. “Tanya I will miss both of you not living here with me, oh so very much. However, this angel of a bride you have, has just only recently come into my world. Yet she is also like a daughter to me. Would you mind terribly if I feed her tonight?” Vera asked to our complete surprise.
     “Feed her mother? Like a mommy bird feeding a baby bird. Like spoon feeding her? Vera asked, only slightly troubled.
     “Yes, Vera. Only until I tire of it. We’re having medium rare tune steak, and steamed green beans and carrots that Colette grew. With white wine. I’d also like to hold her wine glass to her lips for a sip or two,” Vera asked.
     Tanya sighed. “You don’t mind, do you Claudia? Just for a bit?” Tanya asked with a pleading look.
     “Of course not love. Mummy, that sounds like fun,” I said, holding in my mixed emotions. So there I sat, with my hands folded in my lap. Mummy would put a piece of fish in her mouth and chew.
     Then she would reach over to my plate, pick up my fork and feed me a piece of my fish. She would also do the same thing with the green beans and carrots.
     “Now chew your food properly and ladylike, Claudia. Don’t you dare eat like a nasty boy,” Mummy would chastise.
     When I asked, “Mummy, could I have some wine,” she would hold my glass to my lips and like a lady I would daintily sip the wine. Indeed she did tire of it, and I completed my meal as any adult would.
     In reality we would be at her estate until we moved the following Saturday, but this would be our last formal dinner there for some time.
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     The very next morning, Sunday, at 10 AM we arrived to our new home, for our meeting and interview, with our prospective housekeeper, Alexis. Tanya seemed quite impressed and pleased, that Alexis was already parked in the drive and awaiting our arrival.
     Tanya introduced herself and me. “Good morning, Alexis. My, but you arrived so very, very, early. I’m Tanya Meadows and this is my wife, Claudia.”
     “Good morning Ms. and Miss Meadows. As you already know, I’m Alexis and I’m so glad I took the extra time with my appearance this morning. Tanya, you and Claudia are both so divine looking. Not to mention, both of you are so exquisitely and fastidiously turned out.”
     Alexis, in her own right, was quite attractive herself. In addition, her grooming, and her attire, left little to be desired. She was slightly plump, in a pleasing sort of “Baby Fattish” way. Her auburn hair was trimmed in a tasteful, slightly long bob. Her makeup was flawlessly applied. Her plum lipstick was carefully matched to her fingernail polish.
     She wore a fawn colored A-line skirt, with matching fawn high heels, of a modest two-inch height. Her hosiery were unpretentiously patterned. Her scent was only slightly sensual, and radiantly fresh.
     She was lavish in her complimentary comments as to our home’s beauty. I could tell this pleased Tanya. Tanya chose the casual setting of the serving bar, for the obligatory interview.
     “Now Alexis, let me say initially that I was very impressed with Chandra’s assessment of your Housekeeping and cooking skills. Additionally, she told me you had an excellent grasp of managing a household. So, I think you already have the requirements for this position,” Tanya smiled.
     “Let me fill you in on what I’m looking for. This house will be Claudia’s very first experience running a household and managing a budget. Consider her the Lady of the house. I am the Mistress of this house. It will be Claudia’s first time in 8 years, since she was 18, cooking, or performing housekeeping tasks,” Tanya added.
     Alexis was mesmerized, nearly transfixed by Tanya. She was focused and hanging on every word Tanya spoke.
     “I will need you to help Claudia get up to speed on all of these matters. I hope you don’t mind, but I will require you to be uniformed when working. I will provide all your uniforms. I was raised with uniformed servants. That’s all. So, are you up to the tasks and would you like to go to work for us, Alexis?” Tanya asked.
     “Yes ma’am. Very much so,” Alexis smiled.
     “Great! You’ll have your weekends, Saturdays and Sundays free. I only ask your work a 5 day, 40 hour week. You’ll be on the payroll at Meadows’ Financials as Logistics Personnel. Here is your hourly wage. Is that suitable, Alexis?” Tanya asked. I couldn’t see what Tanya was showing Alexis but it must have been a decent figure.
     “Oh my gracious, Ms. Meadows! That is such generous compensation!” Tanya exclaimed.
     “I believe when you find a good employee, you make them feel appreciated. I’m appalled when I hear what my competition pays their staff. This is in addition to your room, meals, medical and one other perk. Let’s look at your room first,” Tanya smiled.
    We walked together down a hall, just past the sunroom, opened the door and allowed Alexis to enter and survey her room alone. “Oh glory! This room is so expansive and so elegantly ornamented. Your tastes are so exquisite Ms. Meadows. Eek! My goodness, this bathroom is to die for! Thank you so very much, Ms. and Miss Meadows. I love this!” Alexis effused.
    “Okay, if you liked the room that much, you may like this. Let’s walk past the sunroom in the opposite direction. Here. What do you think, Alexis?” Tanya asked.
    “Oh my. It looks like you have your very own home hair salon? This is astonishingly incredible!” Alexis exclaimed.
     “Well it is your beauty salon also Alexis. For two reasons. One, you will be working for me personally as well as employed by Meadows’ Financials. Your appearance matters to me on both levels,” Tanya explained.
    “Once a month, at the very least, I plan on having our hairdresser or some of her staff, make the trip here and we can all enjoy some pampering together. So on that level this is one of your employee perks. Plus, we want you to feel as if you are a member of our family, Alexis,” Tanya smiled.
     “Oh. This is so very amazing,” Alexis added in her girlish way.
     “Will I need to be available for daily boudoir or toilette services ma’am?” Alexis asked.
     “Not really. Claudia bathes, dresses and pampers me personally. It’s part of her marital obligations. Of course she performs those same personal services for herself,” Tanya added, winking at me.
     “So you are practiced, though, at those sorts of skills? My but you are a dream girl. Aren’t you?” Tanya teased.
     “Well, you know Ms. Chandra, so you must know her new girlie-boy, Vanity? I taught Vanity to do her own hair, makeup, in fact all of her beauty arts. I did them for her early on in her transformation of course,” Alexis shrugged.
     “Honestly, I have yet to meet your dear, Miss Vanity. Not since she has become Vanity. I knew her as an incorrigible bad boy named Van,” Tanya stated,
     “Well she has changed quite a bit. In fact I’d love to see her again since she’s attended beauty school in Frisco. I’ll bet she’s gotten really cute,” Alexis smiled.
     “In that vein, Alexis, you appear to be familiar with the methods of the Cassandra Sisterhood. You may already know this, then. However, my Claudia is a Cassandra Girl. She was once a bad boy herself. Now she is a good girl. You are a good girl, are you not Claudia?” Tanya teased.
    I agreed that I was. I was also blushing furiously to the tips of my ears. I was also happy on two fronts. One, I had brushed my spirally tresses into a curly flip, that effectively covered most of my ears. I had also used enough foundation, powder, and blush, to obscure and blushing my cheeks might be experiencing.
     Alexis on the other hand, navigated the situation with far more grace. “No Ms. Tanya, I did not realize that. In fact, Miss Claudia, you are so indescribably ravishing, and gorgeously groomed, that most runway models or Hollywood starlets don’t hold a candle to you,” Alexis smiled.
     “My heart be still child. Your compliment is taken gushingly. I am speechless at your sweetness, dearie,” I stated, with my left hand daintily resting above my chest, fingers spread girlishly apart.
     “Well. I can see the two of you rapidly becoming best girlfriends,” Tanya joked. “Any last questions Alexis?” Tanya asked.
     “Yes. I think this will be it also. You mentioned uniforms and gave me the uniform shop business card, where I will be fitted. Will I be required to be present if you have any functions, sizeable or not at your home?” Alexis queried.
     “Those type of events, I would mostly hold Saturday afternoon or evening. Or possibly Friday evening or Sunday afternoon. Those are outside the hours I will have you scheduled. However, if you would like to help out Claudia or the caterer’s staff, I would pay extra for that,” Tanya replied.
      “Alexis, I want you to think something over. It’s a long tern proposition. As a scholarship Grad student, it might give you a chance to save some of your scholarship living allowance. If you work out, the way I think you will, let’s give some thought to you staying on at the house, as a part time employee, during the school year,” Tanya offered.
     “Oh, Ms. Meadows, that is such a kind thought on your part. I would be thrilled if something like that eventually happens. Thank you ma’am!” Alexis grinned.
     “Alexis, I know you have exams this week, so I will let you go. Here is your key to the front door. I’ll have a set made for you, for the other entrances. If you need to move out of your dorm early, feel free to move in, in advance. Our shelves, freezer and fridge will be stocked by Fresh Fields Market on Friday. See you Saturday,” Tanya said as she gave Alexis a hug and kiss.
     I also hugged and kissed her. On the drive home, though she did not mention my hug and kiss, Tanya did bring up Alexis’ vociferous compliment on my appearance.
     “Well you and Alexis really hit it off, didn’t you, Claudia? Looks like you two are becoming fat friends, doesn’t it? She really thought you were quite striking. I think she’s fond of sissy boys. She seemed to have a thing for Miss Vanity, wouldn’t you say, dear? Tanya asked.
     “No, I don’t think that at all. She was complimenting me, to make me feel better. After you told her I had been a bad boy, which you turned into a good girl, I was embarrassed. I think she realized it and wanted to make me feel better,” I explained.
     “Oh was that it? I could see that happening, I guess? So, what I said embarrassed you? Well dear I’ll attempt not to repeat that. I have noticed that the more feminine you have become, the more sensitive your emotions are. It’s something I noticed that occurs with most sissies. You become sensitive little flowers,” Tanya thought aloud as she drove.
     I have come to realize that the terms, sissy, sissy boy, sissy girl, girly boy and such are spoken and used, with great frequency by members of the Cassandra Sisterhood, and their close associates. At the start of my feminization this sort of terminology disturbed me.
     As time has went on, I’ve come to terms that I am a sissy. What other sort of male, would permit being bathed in bubbles, attired in dresses, shod in ultra- high heels, drenched in perfume and coated in powder and lotion?
     For what reasons you ask? Sissies have many. Mine was the desire for someone like my husband Tanya, to make decisions for me. To protect me from the stress of having to live in a dog eat dog world. She has always been far better equipped for that.
     I’m starved, honey. Why don’t you let me buy you lunch at Maglio’s to make it up to you? Also, remind me to let Alexis know, she may have to be your driver during the weekdays,” Tanya commented.
     “That is until my attorneys finish the paperwork on your name change and driver’s license. That could come as early as the week after next. Think about the type of car you’d like me to get you,” Tanya noted.
     “Yes dear, I love Maglio’s. Perhaps you’d permit me a small alcoholic beverage? Possibly a Whiskey Sour? Just to calm my frayed nerves?” I begged.
     “Well yes, but only one. If your frayed nerves need calming, I think a Valium at bedtime might be in order. Good thing you sissies don’t have a menstruation cycle. Gynecologists would have to come up with a new medication. You’re such delicate little girlies,” she said as she pulled off the road and into Maglio’s parking lot.
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     We moved our personal belonging and clothing into the new house the next Saturday as planned. The ever prompt Alexis was there awaiting us. During my first week as “Lady of the house” I recalled many of the housekeeping and cooking skills taught to me by my Aunty Margo.
     However it was the exceptionally efficient Alexis who educated me on the nuances of meal planning and budgeting household expenses. It was no wonder this young lady was on a scholarship in an MBA program and received such high marks in school.
    Our first week together as Lady of the house and Housekeeper, we both formulated a plan for each meal and our cleaning strategy. Most important was Tanya getting to her office by 9 AM. We would rise at 6AM. While still in my nightgown and mules, I would begin Tanya’s toilette.
    I would first go downstairs and pour Tanya a cup of coffee, no sugar, and one cream. She would be undressed and sip her coffee while I laid out her clothing for the day. If there was something she didn’t want to wear she would tell me and I would replace it.
    Once she finished her coffee I would dress her, then brush and style her hair. She would tell me how she wanted to wear it. “Put it in a French twist today sweetheart. I have a morning meeting. Go get yourself dressed. I know how I want to do my makeup today,” she would explain.
     Once I reached the kitchen again, the smiling Alexis would be serving Tanya’s breakfast. Tanya was reading the morning paper Alexis had brought in. I would make certain everything Tanya needed for the day would be waiting at the front door.
    Her coat, jacket, briefcase, or umbrella, would be ready. At 730 AM Tanya was out the door after giving me a sexy kiss on the lips. “Behave today, Pumpkin. Alexis, let me know if she’s a bad girl for you,” Tanya would tease me.
    After a quick breakfast, Alexis and I would plan our day. We would clean bathrooms, make beds, vacuum and then prepare lunch for both of us. We’d check to see if we needed anything at the market. If we had free time, Alexis would illustrate to me, how to plan a menu a week in advance.
    This would prove to be essential to me as a housewife. By 3 PM Alexis’ work day was over. Before taking short nap, I would quickly shower, shampoo and condition my hair and set it on the particular sized roller that would give me the style I wanted. I would then moisturize my face, hands, and legs and nap wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe.
    At 4:30 I would ask Alexis if she was joining us for dinner, or not. Then I would prep dinner accordingly, based on a 5 PM text message sent by my husband Tanya. I would have a salad made, the meat, fish or poultry, marinating and the vegetables chopped and ready. Tanya’s message would let me know when she was arriving and how soon she would like eat.
    Just before Tanya would arrive I would place the evening paper next to her favorite chair, make sure I had massage oil ready for her feet, and the needed ice, alcohol and fixings to make Tanya a drink.
    I would meet her at the door with my hair newly styled, fresh makeup, a fresh skirt and blouse or dress on, high heels and a ruffled apron. “Do you want a sweet kiss darling? It’s so good that you’re home. Would you like your feet rubbed? What would you like to drink dear?” I would ask. I would always try to vary my hairstyle so she wouldn’t get bored with me.
    Whatever she wanted I would get for her. That would include finding Alexis, to see if she wanted to enjoy a drink with Tanya. I would of course serve Alexis both her drink and dinner. Once the women were settled, I would enjoy my meal with them. I tried desperately to please Tanya, as her approval meant everything to me.
    It was easy to tell if Tanya was thinking of having sex later that evening. “Aren’t you going to have a glass of wine with your dinner Claudia? That was the first clue. The second clue would be, “I would love a nice scented bath Claudia. Make sure you bring me a drink to sip on in the tub. Bring yourself another glass of wine also,” she would order.
    I knew then it would be an exciting night on top of and under the sheets! Two weeks after moving in, the day came that I received my brand new, “Claudia Celestine Meadows” driver’s license. Tanya had been out, so Alexis drove me to the attorney’s office.
     We arrived home and pulled up into the drive. There, parked next to Tanya’s Bentley, was a deep Cerise Red Mercedes-Benz E Class Sedan, with a bow stuck to the windshield! I could not keep from screaming! I had truly reached the pinnacle of effeminacy. I had screamed wildly when given a surprise gift from my Hubby.
     Now at the very least I could take myself on errands and Alexis could do her thing, without being my chauffer. I thought at that point I was ready for anything. Could I be wrong?
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     A day or two after getting my new Mercedes, Tanya called me into the family room, where she and Alexis were having an after dinner drink. “This Saturday will be three weeks since we moved here. I want to have a small afternoon get together for a few friends and family? You should be ready to put together a buffet, with drinks?” Tanya asked.
     “Well yes. Will Alexis be able to assist?” I asked.
     “No. She is off that day and has a prior commitment. Though she will return midway through the function to meet some of the guests. Including Alexis and a friend she is bringing, there will be nine people here, for you to serve. My mother, your aunt, Chandra, three friends of mine from the Sisterhood, you have never met, and me,” Tanya explained.
     “The three friends from the Sisterhood are Marissa, Constance and Tessa. I can help you with some of the planning, as will Alexis. I expect you to have your hair done, full makeup, wearing a pleasing skirt and blouse, or dress. Three inch heels, manicured nails, earrings and a full ruffled apron. A cold buffet with drinks will be perfect,” Tanya stated.
      “You will have to serve the drinks. Everyone will help themselves to the buffet. You’ll need to look pretty and be polite. It should be a piece of cake, honey,” Tanya smiled.
     The day of the buffet I was sufficiently reassured, to have put together a nice table of, chilled shellfish, sliced turkey breast, chopped salad, three types of freshly sliced cheese, sliced salted apples, and dished cashews. For desert I freshly baked Oatmeal raisin cookies with honey for the sweetener.
     The only worry I had was what Vera might do. I told Tanya I would not refer to her as “Mummy.” I would use either Ms. Vera or Mater, the accepted address of a high-ranking female in the sisterhood. I ending up settling for Mater Vera.
     Marissa, Constance and Tessa arrived early. After I made and served their drinks, the three had me pose for them, so they could check me out. There I was hand on my hip, the other languidly at me side, smiling as they shot some photos.
     “She’s very pretty, Tanya. She looks so well trained. I honestly cannot believe she wasn’t born a girl?” Marissa commented.
      “Along with Claudia’s aunt, who you will meet, Mother and I worked really hard with her. She turned out well,” Tanya said as she smiled at me.
     “You should be proud of the results Tanya. She is a beauty,” remarked Tessa.
     “She does her own makeup and hair now. She has a great fashion sense, and she prepared the buffet we’re having. I’m satisfied,” Tanya added.
      “Claudia has a lovely shape too. Are her boobs real? Constance asked.
     “What you can see, mostly belongs to her. Plumping cream twice a day and breast suction twice a week, for the past three weeks. I want to keep her on both the cream and the suction, until I’m satisfied with the size,” Tanya explained.
      Within the next 30 minutes, everyone with the exception of Alexis and her mystery friend had arrived. Tanya gave everyone a complete tour of the home. I was in the ante-room, checking the wine supply when I was shocked by Mater Vera placing her arm around my waist!
     “Are you avoiding me and trying to hide from me since you moved, darling? That’s so impolite and worrisome to me. I thought Mummy and her girl had an understanding,” Vera cooed, as her grip around my slender waist tightened.
     “Mater Vera, please. There are people in the next room. Tanya would be so upset,” I whispered.
     “No Tanya would not. What is this Mater Vera, stuff anyway? Are you going big girl on me and you won’t call me Mummy any longer,” she asked sarcastically.
     “Yes. I discussed it with Tanya. She was fine with me addressing you as such. I must return to the party to serve drinks, Mater. Excuse me, please,” I said as I pouted, and brushed by her.
     “We will be screwing in bed very soon, pretty girl. Mark my words,” she threatened.
     Not long before the event was over, and later than expected, Alexis arrived with her arm, affectionately around a very stylish attired, and made up, young lady. The entrance of this pretty doll on Alexis’ arm caused quite a commotion.
     Both Chandra, and Tanya, were fawning all over this new, very well-coiffed young lady. I strolled by to take Alexis’ drink order.
     “Oh thank you Claudia. I’ll have a crafty beer please. Claudia, I’d love for you to meet my friend, and Chandra’s daughter, Vanity,” Alexis smiled.
     So, this was Vanity? The newest girly-boy, recently transformed by the Sisterhood. Interesting. Of course, again my husband, Tanya was correct. Alexis did have a “thing” for sissies. It was quite evident as she fussed and flattered with her new friend’s hair.
     Quite naturally, Tanya looked over at me with a sardonic, “I told you so” smile. I was rewarded later however, when after the guests had made their way home, Tanya came up behind me and patted my butt.
     “You were such an adorable hostess darling. I was so proud of you today. Everyone was so pleased with your comportment and your growing sense of fashion. When you’ve cleaned this mess up, come to the boudoir, won’t you?” Tanya said as she sashayed off.
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     It was nearly time for our housekeeper, Alexis to return to her MBA studies. Tanya and I were both so impressed with her, we asked her to stay on, part-time. She readily accepted. Shortly after, Meadows Financials purchased another family owned, retirement investment firm in based in Seattle, Washington.
     The board of directors asked Tanya to head up the advance and transition teams. Tanya had accepted. She’d be away for three to four weeks. Though I’d miss her, I knew Alexis and I could handle things, after all. Then she informed me her mother would be staying with us!
     “Your mother? But why Tanya. Alexis and I are a great team. We can handle things,” I complained.
     “Oh yes. I know the two of you are such a great team. You both always remind me of that. I saw what a great team you were the other day. I came home and she was brushing your hair out for you,” Tanya announced.
     “She was just helping me be pretty for you, when you arrived from work. I can’t believe you’d say that?” I said.
     “Why shouldn’t I say it? We already know that she finds sissies sexy. She just adores femme boys, she was telling me. No. My mother is staying here with the two of you. I’ll not hear another word about it,” she stated.
     “I would prefer she not stay here,” I stood firm. I should have kept my mouth shut.
     “Just who do you think you are speaking to? Don’t you dare tell me what is going on in this house when I’m away?” Tanya leered.
      “So just what is it you don’t like about my mother?” Tanya asked, as I gulped, to get my nerve up.
     “At the housewarming party she told me she was going to have sex with me very soon. Prior to the last formal dinner we had with her, she masturbated me when she was patting me down with powder. She is constantly coming on to me. She continues to touch me in inappropriate ways whenever she sees me. Is that enough?” I asked.
     “I’ll admit she has been too sexually friendly with you, at times. However, in most Cassandra marriages, the Mother-in-Law is permitted to takes sexual liberties with the wife. Customarily they can have the wife wait on them as well as discipline the wife. This is nothing new, in our Society,” Tanya explained to my befuddlement.
     “I can’t believe what you just told me Tanya?” I said, baffled.
     “Well, believe it. I just haven’t given her the customarily accepted go ahead to exercise her extra-marital rights. That’s the only stipulation. So, I think I will proceed and give her permission to take sexual liberties with you, as well as have you wait on her, when she stays here at our home with you, while I’m gone,” Tanya smiled.
     “What? You want me to have sex with your mother? That’s patently absurd!” I exclaimed. Further getting myself in more hot water.
     “Why not? I think you two would get along, incredibly better. She would get over her sexual frustrations, concerned with being unable to be intimate with you. You would get over your fear of her. You would see what a sensual, loving lady she is when you get to be familiar with her,” Tanya explained.
     “In fact darling, I think it’s a great idea. So I’ll tell mother. While my mother is here, you will wait on her, and you will be passionately voluptuous when she approaches you for sex. The only aspect I will not permit her to do is discipline you. I do the spanking around here,” she grinned.
     “Which reminds me, Claudia. You have been much too long without a good spanking. If I had not been so lenient with you, of late, you would not have dared to dispute me for the past 10 minutes,” Tanya added, shaking a finger at me.
     “You get up to our room and strip down, put on a Baby Doll nightie top. You won’t need a bottom. Wear your tallest pair of Marabou slippers. Then come to the upstairs sunroom. Get going! You are due for a good old fashioned butt warming, Claudia!” Tanya warned.
     I did as I was told, and nervously minced into the upper sunroom. Tanya had taken down a large potted plant that had hung from one of the ceiling rafters in the sunroom. There was a large hook there, that the plant had been attached too.
     “Get over in that chair and sit. Be still. No whining. It won’t change my mind, Claudia,” she smirked.
      I sat, and she grabbed both my hands and bound them tightly with a head scarf. She looped a long piece of braided cord through the scarf and pulled tightly. She jerked on the cord to make me stand.
     “Come with me girl, I don’t want you moving all over the place while I paddle your plump little ass,” she said menacingly.
     I shrieked as I saw she was going to tie the braided cord to the hook in the rafter. She jumped athletically, up on a chair and looped the cord over the hook. Then pulling with all her weight she forced my arms far over my head. If I had not been wearing 4” heeled Marabou slippers, I would have been on the tips of my toes.
     “Oh please Tanya. Don’t do this? I promise I will never again question you or Mater Vera,” I begged.
     “Quiet you little brat! You squeal again, and I’ll stuff a ball gag into your mouth and shut you up. You had better believe you won’t question me, or anyone I place in control of you, from now on. After this paddling, you will be as penitent as a nun in a confessional,” Tanya grinned.
     I couldn’t help but whimper quietly as she picked up her Cassandra paddle and whooshed it through the air.
     “I just had this drilled with small holes. Chandra suggested it. Just can’t wait to try it out. Here goes. Don’t forget. Count each swat and thank your Mistress for each one,” she reminded me.
     The first paddle stroke popped as it hit my bare butt. “One! Thank you Mistress!” I nearly screamed. This was not like the wedding where I had a padded panty girdle. This was a real bare-assed spanking.
     I reached the number 12, and I was blubbering, with tears spilling down my face. Thankfully she stopped. I hoped this was the end of my consequence for today.
     “Have you had enough my love? Can you now agree to listen carefully from now on and just do as you are ordered to do? Instead, of course, acting like some sort of Petulant Princess?” Tanya said mockingly.
     “Oh yes, Tanya dear. I have been so wrong. I deserved to be punished. Thank you so much for showing me my horrible behavior,” I sobbed.
     “Well that sounds like what I want to hear. Now let’s be certain you mean what you say, and carry it through. I’m going to let you down. When I do, kneel with your head bowed and stay that way until further notice,” Tanya instructed me.
      She took her time. After she removed the cord from the planter hook, she re-hung the potted plant and placed the chair against one of the walls. Then she stood over me. “Present your hands but don’t dare look up at me. Good girl,” she said as she removed the cord and the scarf.
     “Now, kiss the Black Rose and remember this. You belong to me. You belong to whomever I place in my role, in my absence. You belong to the Cassandra Sisterhood. Do you agree, Claudia?” Tanya queried.
     “Oh yes Tanya. I do agree. I will be whatever you want me to be and do whatever you want me to do,” I said passionately.
     “Good. Now stand up and look at me. Let me see you, you silly girl. You know Tanya doesn’t like to hurt her pretty girl. Her pretty girl must be good though. Come here. Let me kiss you. Hmm? What’s this? Someone must like a little spanking now and then?” Tanya teased.
     She was speaking of the erection between my legs. She didn’t waste any time. She kicked off her shoes and stripped off her slacks and panties. Then she pushed me to the carpeted floor of the sunroom.
    “Lick my pussy and get it nice and wet,” she ordered as she sat right over my face. I did my best to tongue and lick it. At some point she lifted herself. She intertwined her fingers of both hands into mine, and firmly pinned my hands above my head, roughly into the carpet.
     She loved screwing like this. She just loved showing her strength and power over me. It was true. The harshest physical workout I took part in was aerobics dancing. I also did exercises to flatten my tummy and build up my bust. The heaviest thing I might lift in a day was a basket of laundry.
     Her wet pussy surrounded my penis as she squeezed her thighs together, as she mounted me. As she started to pump her pelvis she ordered me, “Screw me! Harder, push harder!”
     I did my very best to arch my back to rise up to meet every one of her thrusts. I could sense from her breathing she was getting close. Then she screamed, “Oh, give me your bone! Oh yes! Whoo! I’m exploding! I get so hot when I spank a naughty little bitch. Oh wow! It’s just the Domme in me,” Tanya giggled.
     She lay on top of me. “I’m thinking, if I should let you come. If you had more clothing on I’d have you do a strip tease for me and jerk off while you were dancing. I know. Sit on my lap and masturbate. That will be your reward for being a nasty little brat!” Tanya spat.
     She sat in an easy chair and had me sit in her lap with my head on her shoulder. Just like a vulnerable, little girlfriend, with her big hunk boyfriend, at a party. Then she had me suck my thumb, while I stroked my penis with the other hand. She had me use some of my own saliva and made me rub my cock while she whispered in my ear.
     “Little sissy likes to beat off doesn’t she? Wait until Mater Vera finds out. Little sissy is going to have lots of fun painting Mater Vera’s toenails. Maybe Mater Vera will take the little sissy to the beauty parlor and she can get another permanent wave? Would little sissy like that?” Tanya teased.
     The intense humiliation got the best of me. Tanya started to laugh and said, “Oh. I think the little sissy likes going to the beauty parlor, doesn’t she?” I began to spurt. Most of it landed on my leg. I cleaned things up as Tanya went to our room to shower.
     As Tanya climbed into bed that evening, she stopped and looked at me and said, “If you know what is good for you, I’d better not hear one complaint out of my mother, or Alexis, when I return from Seattle. Not one. Do you get my drift, Claudia? Okay. Give me a kiss goodnight and let’s snuggle baby.”

Chapter IV: Mater Domme
     Tanya left quite early for the airport, on the following Monday morning. She had Alexis drive her. “You are going to have a long day today Claudia. Get a little rest. Try and be up by ten in case mother takes off of work early. Now give me a kiss,” she smiled.
     “Yum. What a sweet kiss. Such a sweet girl. Remember. Behave properly and everything will work out well. Alexis, you’ve started your day early. You should call it a day around 1-2 PM,” Tanya said.
     Mater Vera did arrive early. About 2PM. Alexis had already left to meet her new girl, Vanity. Mater had two suitcases and a smaller, cosmetics carry-all case. “I’ll show you to your suite Mater. It’s the suite next to ours. Let me carry your suitcases,” I said.
     “My land. Don’t be ridiculous. These suitcases are much too bulky for a delicate thing like you. Take my Cosmetics carry-all, travel case. That would be more your speed. Don’t you think?” Vera scoffed.
     I showed her the suite. As I set the cosmetics carrying case on the vanity, she shut the door, saying, “Now then, let’s not beat around the bush. I will just cut to the chase. I’m here to have fun with you. As you are my chef, waitress, cleaning bitch, hairdresser and whore. How’s that for being plain spoken?” Vera asked.
     “By all means, for convenience, you may use the suite belonging to you and Tanya to bathe and dress. However, you will spend the evenings, as well as some afternoons and mornings, in this bed with me, Claudia,” she announced.
     She then wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately. Being told by Tanya, that obeying meant responding to Vera’s advances, I threw my arms around Vera and ardently kissed her back. She maneuvered me to the bed and laid me down. “Get undressed, and under those sheets. Now Claudia!” Vera ordered.
     “Yes. Of course Mistress,” I replied.
          I intended to be as sweet and compliant as I possibly could. What other choice did I really have?
     “Well that’s better. Now we are getting somewhere. It’s about time you realized who actually butters your bread, my sweet thing,” she said pleasantly.
     I undressed as rapidly as I could. Vera however, showing her intense haughtiness, and took her time letting me take in her statuesque magnificence as I stared bashfully from the bed.
     Just as Tanya’s figure, Vera’s body was fit, trim, well-toned and athletic. Her finely chiseled facial features were framed with a mane of Silver blonde hair, perfectly designed in an impeccably tapered and shaped, Blended Bob style.
     Her breasts were pointed. Her nipples had swelled slightly. I was impressed. She was fundamentally a mature, refined version of Tanya. She carefully made her way over to the bed and slipped under the covers elegantly.
     She pulled me to her. “I want you to suckle on my breasts dear. Get to know me. Relax, rest your pretty head and suck, darling,” she told me as she gently touched my face.
     “I also want you to consider calling me Mummy again. That would be so nice, don’t you think? Try it. Thank Mummy for letting you suckle at her boob, Princess,” Vera cooed.
     “Yes Mummy. Thank you so much for your nice boobs. Claudia is sorry for being so formal and calling you Mater,” I apologized.
     “That’s better. Mummy’s girl has made Vera, very happy. You’re such a good girl Claudia!” Vera said sweetly.
     When she felt I was sufficiently tranquil, she surrounded me with her arms, and smothered my face and lips with wet, loving kisses. Vera was truly an incredibly masterful lover. Here I was, entranced with the very person I had been anxious and uneasy about not a few hours ago.
    We were now kissing fervently and exploring each other’s bodies blissfully. Vera was truly in charge and she knew it. Whispering commands to me that I followed to her most exacting criteria.  When she turned me over to bugger me with her strapped on dildo, I meekly submitted and waited patiently as she oiled my opening.
     “Oh yes, Mummy! Oh that feels so nice Mummy! Oh please Mummy, screw your girl?” I begged. My orgasm was intense, introspective and fulfilling, all at the same time. I lay in Vera’s arms ecstatically satisfied, dreamily contented.
     “Oh Mummy. I just loved what you did to me,” I said, sobbing slightly, and rubbing my smooth face against her breasts.
    “I’m glad you liked it honey. You rest for a bit. Mummy needs to take off her rubber penis. When Mummy gets back in bed, Sissy needs to lick Mummy’s bootie. Can Sissy do that, Princess,” Vera asked gently.
     “Yes Mummy. Sissy will love to,” I sighed.
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     This will be continued in Part II, Chapter V, “Mummy’s Girl.”


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