All Girly-Girl

A Coming of Age Vignette, by Priscilla Bouffant

This is the story of a curious young boy who is taken under the care of his caring beautiful Aunt Vivian, who transforms him into the beautiful young girl, Tammi. With gaining her newfound gender identity she gains the attention of a dominant older man, but there others who seek to make this lovely girly girl all theirs through deception and seduction.

How far would I go, now that I had the freedom to be the girl I’d always envisioned and dreamed myself to be? 

-Tamara

Chapter I: The Long Ride

   I was on my way home from visiting Dirk, in Princeton New Jersey, for the very first time. I’d been thinking about what things might be like, when I attended Merle Norman Salon and Spa Management school in Princeton next semester, in the autumn. As the train picked up speed for the long ride back to Washington DC, I closed my eyes. I pictured Dirk's really strong, muscular, taut, athletic body. 

    What a very handsome masculine man he was. So much different than I was. I'd never spent so much time making myself appear so pretty for an encounter with any man. I recalled putting extra moisturizer on my elbows and knees. I'd used ample setting lotion with the hot rollers. I'd been so extra careful with my makeup.

   Before we began the drive from the Amtrak, to his large, Colonial home, outside of Princeton, he'd made me take his swollen cock out of his pants, and give it a big, wet kiss. When we got to his house he had sent me into the hall bathroom to strip to my underthings and touch up my face and hair. I’d also removed my padded brassiere, as Dirk had insisted that he wanted to see the new “Sissy Bumps” that had begun to sprout from my chest since I began taking female hormones nearly four months prior. 

     While still wearing my panties, garters, stockings, latex corselet, and my tall heels, I stood at attention, shaking, while he walked around me, inspecting me as if I were a slave girl he was purchasing from an Arab Sheik. He was making me feel as if I were some sort of whore, he was looking over in a Madame's brothel.

    The feeling of his large cock slapping against my rouged cheek when I knelt in front of him was now still fresh in my mind. He’d put a collar and leash on me and asked, “Are you Daddy’s sissy-slut, Tammi? Tell Daddy just who and what you are girl.”

    “I’m Tammi, your sissy-slut whore, Daddy,” I agreed.

    “Yes. And once I get you on my bed you’ll know what it means to be Daddy’s slutty whore, won’t you, girl?” Dirk asked.

    However, I couldn’t have been prouder when Dirk dropped me off at the Amtrak Station, after I’d spent four days and three nights with him. Most of those three evenings, I had been fucking and sucking him in his bed. When he’d kissed me, he had said, “You’re going to make a really fine sissy for me, Tamara girl.”

    I’ll never be able to forget how utterly defenseless I’d felt when he’d  pushed my slender legs back over my shoulders, with my knees pressed against my torso, and my feet held helplessly in the air. While he had fucked me that first time, he had told me to watch closely as his well-lubricated, erect cock, went in and out of my asshole.

    I was still wearing my high heels, my corselet, and my sheer stockings. The only things I’d removed were my panty-brief, my bra, and my “Little Black Dress.” And as his massive cock entered my twitching, jelly-dripping, sissy-ass-pussy, I was finally so glad I'd spent all those hours in ballet class and Girl's Gymnastics, when I'd visited Aunt Vivian during those summers, where I'd worn girly apparel. Auntie had made certain my body and my svelte, girlish muscles had been trained and tuned, to be flexible and supple in order to please a man. How did she know?  

    I'd need to thank her for all of that mentoring, along with the makeup, fashion and hairdressing lessons she'd drummed into me. Dirk promised me I could save a lot of money on room and board if I'd live with him in his secluded, wooded property at the edge of town. I'd have to be willing to share his bed in the evenings, and be his glamorous hostess for occasional gatherings. 

    The salons and the dress shops in the area were first rate. Dirk had assured me I'd be spending a lot of my spare time, being fitted and groomed, within those establishments. He stated I was just the sort of subservient girl he'd been looking for, to show off as his very own. Of course, I wouldn’t be able to live with him right away. I’d have to discuss that with Auntie Vivian. 

    Auntie was paying my tuition to attend Merle Norman Salon and Spa management school, not Princeton University, as Dirk had once assumed. I’d be staying with her and attending Beauty College classes so that I could supervise one of her future Merle Norman franchises. 

    My mother was fine with me not attending a University, and with my decision to become a salon manager. But not my father. If he’d even known half of what he didn’t know, he’d be absolutely furious. If he could see the feminine wardrobe I had in the closets and dressers in the spare bedroom of my Bethesda apartment, he’d literally explode. 

    If he only knew that I went by the name “Tammi” when I dolled up and went out on the town, as I frequented the DC or Princeton Transgender Clubs. More formally I was known as, “Tamara Viviana Ames.” I was a glamour girl extraordinaire. Auntie Viv had named me “Tammi” during those summers I’d spent with her. I was the one that had chosen the more exotic, “Tamara” as my formal girly name.

    I’d added the equally panache, Viviana, as a middle name in honor of Auntie Viv’s love, support and her nurturing of me and my feminine interests. The last name, Ames, was my mother’s maiden name and of course Auntie Viv’s surname. I had been fourteen, when Auntie had looked into her ornate, antique, vanity mirror, and noted with interest, how intrigued I was, standing behind her, as she carefully applied her makeup. I was spending a month with her, at her restored, Victorian mansion, during the summer while my parents were on an extended European cruise. 

    She moved over to her left upon the vanity seat, and patted the space she’d vacated, saying, “Honey, why don’t you sit next to Auntie Vivian and watch me more closely?”

    I couldn’t get there quickly enough. As I stared, my heart began to beat more rapidly. She then asked, “Do you watch your Mummy put her makeup on, sweetheart? What do you find so interesting? You can tell Auntie Viv. I won’t bite you, darling.” 

    I’d gulped. Could I reveal to her how often I had looked at myself in Mummy’s vanity mirror and wondered if I were pretty? Could I describe the number of times I’d glanced at girls in high school and middle school and asked myself how I’d look wearing their clothes? 

    Or might I be able to possibly mention how frequently I’d stared at any number of females and tried to picture myself with the same hairstyle they had? I took a deep breath. Auntie smiled at me as she applied a coat of wet-look lipstick and added, “Baby, anything you tell Auntie Vivian will be our special, little secret, honey. What do you want to tell me? Get it all out sweetie. It will do us both a lot of good.”

    I took another deep breath and said, softly, “Sometimes I want to wear pretty girl’s clothes, put on makeup, and have my hair done, in a beauty salon, Aunt Vivian.”

    I’d done it. I’d gotten out my deepest secrets. Now I held my breath and hoped she was okay with what I’d just said. The pretty smile that creased her face was such a relief.

    “Oh honey, I’m so very glad you told me that. Well I can help you with all of that, darling. I might have something to dress you in that a girl your age or just a little older might wear? In any event, there are shops here in Princeton where we can find you a very delightful wardrobe, Precious,” Auntie stated.

    “And makeup? Gracious me. Auntie has more cosmetics and hair care products than she knows what to do with. Plus, Auntie has the know-how to make you pretty. And you know there is hardly a problem going to the beauty parlor if Auntie owns a beauty parlor. Right honey?” Auntie said.

    “You know what Precious? I was getting dolled up to take us both to breakfast. But instead. Why don’t we both just doll-up, and we can just have some breakfast right here at the house? Let’s look thru Auntie’s closets and see what I have that you could wear?” Aunt Viv suggested.

    I was slightly tall for a fourteen-year old boy. Though, I’d reach my full adult height of 5 feet 9 inches or so, by age sixteen or seventeen. I was also slender. Aunt Vivian had me strip first. I felt self-conscious as I stood there naked and she examined me, saying, “You aren’t very hairy at all, though the hair on your head is long and thick. I’m so pleased your mother stands up to your conservative father where the length of your hair is concerned, Thad.”

    “Let’s begin with these pantyhose dear. There. Sit in that chair and pull those up your legs like this. Then, I have this pretty, short-sleeved, pullover, sequined blouse you can wear, and this cute little mini-skirt. That’s not bad. Don’t those panty-hose feel nice on your legs? When you begin shaving your legs, those may even feel nicer?” Auntie added.

    “Now, Pet. Let’s have you step into these kitten-heel pumps. There now. Those heels shouldn’t be too high. Now walk around dear and see if you’re comfortable before we do something with that hair of your’s and fix your face. Do you like what you see and enjoy how you feel, Angel?” Aunt Vivian asked.

    I walked slowly back and forth across her room. I glanced at myself in her vanity mirror and a full-length mirror she had on the door to her adjoining bath. I felt lightheaded and excited. So far I liked everything I saw and I did feel really, really nice. But I wanted more.

    “Could you do my hair Aunt Viv? And could you put makeup on me?” I asked.

    “Of course I will, my Precious Angel. I’ll have you looking very glam if that is what you’d like. Sit at the vanity and I’ll dampen your hair and heat up the hot-rollers. Then you can watch as Auntie Vivian shows you the wonders and magic of cosmetics,” she promised.

    She explained what she was doing. How she was dampening my hair and why she used a small dab of setting gel with every hot roller she used, saying, “These curlers have to be nice and tight for a proper roller set. Your hair actually will look and smell so much better after a salon shampoo and condition,” she taught me. 

    “I take Monday’s off, doll. Even if the salon is open. You and I will use Monday to go shopping. We’ll need to get you some girly outfits to wear around the house. You already have plenty of boy’s things to wear if you want to hang with the kids in this neighborhood,” Auntie said.

    “Once you get comfy in girly things we can take some outings together as Aunt and niece. But I’d like to take you into my salon to work there this month, so you can make some spending money. And for that you’ll need to have some unisex attire. Do you know what unisex clothing is sweetie, and why a boy would wear that sort of apparel when he works in a salon?” Aunt Vivian asked.

    “No auntie,” I answered. 

    “Well it isn’t boy’s clothing and it isn’t girl’s attire, either. It’s sort of in-between, but closer to girly-wear. A boy would wear it to fit in better at a salon. Also you want the ladies at the salon to think you are cute and sweet. You would want to fit in if you worked at Auntie’s beauty-parlor wouldn’t you honey?” Aunt Viv asked.

    “Yes of course Auntie. That would be fun. Especially if I could make some money,” I answered, giggling.

    With my hair up in curlers, Auntie Vivian began to do my makeup. She explained every step she was taking. She wanted me to be able to do my own makeup and one day, to be able to put makeup on a customer at her salon. She showed me how foundation smoothed out blemishes. 

    Then she explained how blush enhanced my cheekbones and how mascara, eye-liner and eye-shadow opened-up my eyes. She thinned my eyebrows slightly. Then she showed me how to outline my lips with a wand, and then how to fill-in the pouty portion of my mouth and lips with a tube of wet-look lipstick.

    When she stood me up and posed me in front of the full-length mirror on the door between her boudoir and bath, it was just so very magical. My hair was still in curlers. I hadn’t been “combed-out” just yet. I recalled once, going over to a thirteen-year-old, female classmate’s house in our neighborhood in Maryland. 

    It was about some homework, on a Friday night. The girl was getting ready to go out to a dinner-theatre with her parents. She and her mother were glamorously dressed, wearing vivid makeup, with their hair still up in curlers. To me it was just so sexy. I now saw myself in the mirror as that girl. 

    I was getting ready to go out shopping with my auntie. The thought even went thru my head that I was a middle-school girl getting ready to go to a dance with a boy. Suddenly my penis pushed against the crotch of the panty-hose I was wearing. The bump it made was very obvious. I blushed to the roots of curler-filled tresses. 

    I felt a little dizzy and I wanted to cry. I was just so ashamed. I mewled out the sentence, “Oh Auntie, I’m just so embarrassed. I’m sorry Auntie Viv.”

    “Oh dear me honey. This is nothing to get embarrassed about. This happens to boys, that dress in girl’s clothes, all of the time, I would think? I can take care of this. Let me get a hanky. Lift up your skirt sweetie. By the way. You are going to need a girly name when we dress you so very, very pretty. How about Tammi? How does that sound,” Auntie asked.

    “Yes, Tammi is pretty,” I answered. My mind was temporally distracted, from the boner sticking out against the panty-hose and my mini-skirt. 

    “We’re going to need to get you some panty-briefs, I can now see. Okay, close your eyes and relax. Keep the hem of your mini-skirt up and out of the way, darling. Now I’ll just need to lower these panty-hose, just a teeny-weeny bit. Oh my, you are swelled-up aren’t you Angel?” Auntie asked.

    Then, to my surprise, her fingers went around my extended penis. She had some sort of cool lotion on her hands. As if it was the most normal thing for an Aunt to do to her nephew when he was dressed and made-up as a girl, Auntie Vivian began to masturbate me. I gasped and said, “Oh Auntie, is this okay?”

    “Honey. Of course it is okay. That erection you have isn’t going to disappear all on its very own, is it now, Precious? And I would think you’d be all, much too embarrassed to do this to yourself, if indeed Auntie sent you to her bathroom. Am I correct, Miss Tammi?” Auntie teased.

    “I guess so. Oh Auntie Viv, that feels so good,” I said, taking a big, deep breath.

    “Well, I’m so very glad that it does feel good baby. Dressing up pretty like you are dressed is supposed to feel good. Don’t worry. Monday, we’ll get you all the correct undergarments that you need, to keep this from ever happening again. You might become aroused of course, but people won’t notice,” Auntie promised. 

    “Now you keep taking those deep breaths Princess, and Aunt Viv will relieve your tension. And please don’t worry about his happening tomorrow. I’ll call ahead to the stores. All the shop owners are friends and clients of mine. If this happens before we get you fixed up with a brief, one of the salesgirls will do this for you, sweetheart,” my aunt said.

    “Unless of course you would prefer auntie to do this?” Auntie said as my penis began to pulse.

    “Oh my will you just look at this? Oh gracious you are auntie’s big, big, girl aren’t you, honey?” Aunt Viv said as my semen just streamed into the satin hanky she held under the tip of my penis. 

    Auntie gave my penis several squeezes, in what she described as a “Milking” effect. For the remainder of the day, after eating breakfast and having my hair styled, my aunt had me practice, walking, talking and acting as a girl would.

    For the shopping trip, downtown, Auntie dressed me in leggings and a long, tunic top that looked more like a dress. My hair was tied into an off-to-the-side ponytail. I had light, soft, but obvious makeup on. My footwear consisted of lacy ankle socks and ballet flats. 

    I didn’t have another “accident” fortunately. We left each store with what seemed like “bundles” of girl’s and unisex clothing. I wouldn’t be starting at the salon until the following Tuesday. My aunt wanted to train me at home in some of the more simple beauty salon procedures I’d be performing.

    “I’m going to have you fill-in when the receptionists and the shampoo girls call-out, and can’t come in for some reason. I’m also going to have you run errands. You can call-in and pick-up the lunch order, and serve refreshments to the clients. The girls that work at the salon, will show you how things are done. I’ll also show and explain things to you, here at the house,” Auntie said.

    Then she added, “Greeting the customers properly is very important.. You’re going to do fine Tammi. You don’t mind if we call you Tammi at the salon, do you honey?” Auntie asked.

    “No I guess that’s okay,” I agreed.

    “I mean after all, you’ll be wearing unisex apparel, a touch of cosmetics and a semi-girlie hairdo,” Auntie explained.

    By the time the month was up, I was going into work at the salon wearing a romper, two-inch high heels, full makeup and an “Updo” hairstyle. But I was making some excellent tips doing shampoos and making a reasonable hourly wage. About the most embarrassing thing I’d go thru, would be when I ran errands for the girls that worked at the salon.

    It wouldn’t be unusual for one of the girls, having her “Time of the month,” to send me out for sanitary napkins, Tampons, or Massengill Douche. When my parents returned from their European Cruise, and my mother called about me returning home, I was just so disappointed.

    Then, my aunt once again, worked her manipulative magic where dealing with people was concerned. She had Mother on speaker phone so that the three of us could engage in the conversation at the same time. Nearly right away she was working on my mother, her older sister.

    “Elaine, Thad has been an absolute Angel this past month. He helps me with the housekeeping and preparing the meals. He’s working part time at the salon and earning money. The ladies at the salon simply adore him. He gets along just great with all the kids in the neighborhood. I’m really going to miss my Big Boy when I put him on that train to go back to Washington, DC,” Aunt Vivian said.

    “Well I am just so thrilled with what you just said, Little Sister. And Thad, I’m just so proud of you for being so helpful and having a summer job. It sounds like you two are having such a fabulous time together. Now as much as I miss my son, and want him home, let me ask something?” Mom began.

    “Thad, you first. Then you Vivian. Thad would you like to spend the rest of the summer with your aunt? And Vivian, are you certain he won’t be too much to handle?” Mother asked.

    “Mom, I love you. This has just been so cool. I’d love to spend the rest of the summer here. If Aunt Vivian says it’s okay, of course,” I said.

    “Elaine, my dear Big Sister. This child has been such a joy, I wish I had children of my own, if they were all like him, of course. I’d love to have him for the rest of the summer,” Vivian said.

    “Well that settles it. School begins the Monday after Labor Day. Why not have Thad on the train to DC a week before Labor Day, just so he can get geared up for the school year? The two of you have a wonderful summer together,” mom said.

    When the phone call ended Aunt Viv smiled and said, “Princess, when don’t you go fix your hair and face? We’ll go out and celebrate. You know Tammi, you’ve done so well answering the phone at the salon, arranging appointments and doing shampoos. I think next week I’m going to get you started doing manicures and pedicures? I’ll probably have you wrapping perms before the end of the summer, girl?” 

    I spent every Summer until the end of high school with Aunt Vivian. It was so difficult going home for the school year. I was so afraid to even try and hide as much as a pair of panties around our house in Bethesda. I didn’t yet have a clue that my aunt had told my mother anything at all about my dressing.

    I’d be bursting at the seams when my aunt would meet the Amtrak in Princeton at the start of each summer vacation. If she’d have brought me a romper or a jumpsuit to slip into, I’d have changed clothes in the car on the way to her house. It wouldn’t be until the summer prior to my senior year of high school that I would meet Dirk Ralston. 

    If I’d known how much my life would change after that night, while I was out clubbing with the girls from the salon, I don’t think I’d have been able to muster the strength and courage to walk through the impending fear. 

    As it was, the changes would eventually come at a pace that I could handle emotionally as well psychologically. Read on girls.

Chapter II: Club Girl

    I’d grown up, quite a bit, in those three summers past, since I had first told Vivian that I desired to dress as a girl. At sixteen, I had enrolled in Business Education classes at the high school, for the morning session. In the afternoon I had decided to attend a beauty school. My father was livid that I wanted to dress women’s hair for a career.

    Of course I didn’t dare tell him I wanted to run my own salon. My mother ignored him and supported my decision. The cosmetology school wanted all of us to work at a salon during the summer months to gain more credit hours. 

    Carla, the headmistress at the Beauty Academy was truly impressed when I had first told her that I would be employed at one of my Aunt’s Merle Norman Salon and Spas in Princeton, New Jersey.

    “Well those will be impressive credit hours. She has more than one location?” Carla asked

    “Right now she has one in Princeton and another in Pennington. She’s also looking at a couple of locations in Flemington and South Brunswick Township. But those last two are just aspirations at this stage. She’s even asked me if I’d like to manage one of her locales. That gets me so excited,” I gushed.

    By that point, most of the people that knew me in the beauty business, thought I was either Gay or a real girly-boy. If they only knew everything. Then again, they probably wouldn’t be very surprised?  

    My second summer after I’d enrolled at the Beauty Academy would be coming up. I’d turned seventeen in the spring. When we arrived at my Aunt’s home after she’d picked me up at the train station, she looked me up and down.

    “You’ve grown an inch or two. Still nice and slender though. Well if you’ve outgrown any of your pretty clothes, we can have a fun time shopping for new outfits. Let me measure you, Sweetness. Hmm. Five Feet, Nine and a half inches. Get up on the scale. One hundred Thirty-two pounds. You still have a twenty-six inch waist, honey. You are such a doll Tammi,” she smiled.

    “You know, they will let a seventeen-year-old girl into a night-club in New Jersey? You just need to get a ‘No alcohol’ hand stamp. Let me see that new driver’s license you told me about? Oh my goodness you didn’t? You weren’t teasing me. You did wear makeup and curl your hair for your driver’s license photo. You are such a bad girl, aren’t you Tammi?” Aunt Vivian laughed.

    “But, when I say that, about the clubs, it is because the girls at the salon go out clubbing weekends, and you need a social life as Tammi, with someone other than me honey. Especially if you move up here after high school and decide to transition. Are you still thinking of going in that direction? Because if you are still considering it, I know a great GYN/Surgeon, who has a terrific Nurse Practitioner. The NP does all of the Transition Counseling for all of the girls undergoing transformation, Tammi,” my aunt added.

    “I am still leaning that way Auntie Viv, but I haven’t told my parents. And I know my father will simply got thru the roof. I’ll probably just tell mom and let her take it from there. But I’ll likely be living here when I do clue mother in. Please, let me get into something girly? In fact, I need to take a bubble bath,” I laughed.

    That Saturday evening, I got dolled up and waited for Patricia and Judy from the salon to pick me up. I decided to wear spandex slacks and a crop top with a lightly padded bra. I wished I’d been taking hormones but that was a little more than a year off. I had on three inch high-heels. My makeup was really, totally vivid. My hair was piled into an Updo. 

    Both girls laughingly whistled as I minced my way to the car. “Annie’s,” where we were headed, was probably the club in the area where the most transgenders went. That gave me a sense of comfort. I really wasn’t thinking at all about meeting a guy. The guy taking the cover charge at the door checked my ID, smiled, looked me up and down and gave me my hand stamp. 

    Patricia was over twenty-one, but Judy was only twenty, so she got a “Beer and Wine only” stamp. I bought a bottle of Perrier and asked for a glass with ice and a lime. I went out onto the dance floor and did a fast dance or three with Judy and then Patricia. 

    We danced the way girls usually danced together. I looked around casually as I shimmied and swayed, and noticed a few guys watching me do hair-flips. It wasn’t until I was there for about an hour, that I went to the bar to get another Perrier with a glass of ice and lime. It was then that I noticed a really good looking bartender that appeared older and more mature than the rest. In fact, he got ahead of another bartender to wait on me. I showed him my hand stamp and asked for my non-alcoholic drink. He would turn out to be Dirk Ralston.

    “You and your girlfriends looked pretty hot out on the dance floor, but you looked the best. Boy, am I sorry you’re under eighteen. I don’t recognize you? I do recognize the girls you are with, though. I haven’t seen you here or at any of the other local clubs? First night out on the town with the big girls?”

    “You might say that. I’ve been taking the train up here since I was fourteen, to summer with my aunt. She told me she wanted me to develop a social life that wasn’t so dependent upon her,” I said.

    “She wants you to grow, I guess? Any reason you picked this club?” Dirk asked.

    “My friends and I chose it because it has the reputation of being very Trans-friendly,” I said.

    “Oh, so you’re Gay?” Dirk asked.

    “I’m not sure about that? It’s just that I’m not really a girl,” I smiled.

    “Seriously? You could have fooled me,” Dirk added.

    “I’ve been dressing on and off for over three years now. I should be able to fool a lot of people. But, I’ve been told, that, if I think someone is hitting on me, I should let them know the truth about me,” I continued.

    “That’s probably the best advice. What makes you think I’m hitting on you?” Dirk asked.

    “I’m not certain. Maybe I was just hoping you were hitting on me?” I said boldly.

    I’m thirty-two years old, honey. By the way, what’s your name?” Dirk asked.

    “My name is Tammi. Thirty-two? You’re still a good looking hunk. I hope I see you again, when I’m not jail-bait?” I smiled.

    Around 10 PM after Judy and I danced once again, I saw Dirk come from behind the bar and walk over to our table. He sat right next to me.

    “Do you ladies mind if I sit with you? I’m off for the night, until we close. I only work the bar until ten. But, I count the till. My name is Dirk and I’ve already met Tammi. Are you going to introduce me to your fiends Tammi?” Dirk asked.

    After the introductions, a mellow torch-song, slow dance tune, came on, and Dirk asked me to dance. I’d had enough dance lessons with my aunt, to know how to let a guy lead. I really felt something very strong within my loins when Dirk took me in his arms. He was very commanding. 

    His arms enveloped me firmly and fully. I felt as if he was letting everyone, including me, know that I belonged to him, right there and then. Resting my head against his cheek really gave me this feeling of security and approval. When the dance ended, I looked dreamily into his eyes, hoping he would kiss me.

    We danced several more times, either with a slow or fast song. We also chatted amicably and animatedly. I touched his arm or hand numerous times, giggling, before Patricia gave me a signal to use the ladies’ room.

    “What’s going on Tammi? He’s a great looking guy but isn’t he about thirty-years-old?” Trish asked when we were fixing our makeup.

    “Dirk said he’s thirty-two,” I answered.

    “That’s my point honey. He’s no kid. That isn’t any twenty-year-old college boy you are playing with. He’s all man, baby. You are acting like you want him to come on to you,” Trish counseled.

    “And I think he’s holding back because of our age difference. I’m just having fun, Trish,” I said.

    “Well be ready for anything, doll. Because dudes his age expect more than a good night kiss. Unless of course you are prepared for more?” Trish warned.

    After the next dance, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer, and said, as I looked up into Dirk’s eyes, “When are you going to kiss me? Or don’t you want to?” 

    “I’ve thought about it. Let’s walk outside and I’ll explain. I promise I won’t kidnap you, even if I do think it would be a great idea,” he teased.

    We stood just outside the closed entrance door and off to the side. He began by saying, “I’m not concerned about our age difference. I’ve dated younger females. It’s just that, after all, you are seventeen. Plus, I have a keen fascination for Trans-Girls, so your sexual orientation doesn’t have a thing to do with anything, either. If anything, I’m even more attracted towards you, because of that,” he paused.

    “You told me you are staying with your aunt. Do you think she’d be thrilled if you told her you were dating a guy fifteen years older than you?” Dirk asked.

    “No I guess not. But I don’t have to date you. I only asked for a kiss,” I said, very coquettishly. 

    “I can guarantee you if you were eighteen I’d have kissed you shortly after the second dance, if not the first. Plus I’d have already asked you out. As long as you understand why I don’t want things going too much further, I’d be glad to kiss you right now, Gorgeous,” he smiled. 

    I put my hands on his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. In three-inch high-heels I probably stood, about six-feet tall. That meant I could look Dirk almost directly into his eyes, as I pressed my lips to his. I was truly glad I’d recently freshened my lipstick. 

    Dirk didn’t waste any time probing my mouth with his tongue. I was really into the kiss with him, and I mingled my tongue with his. I’d kissed girls on the few dates I had in junior high and high school. But Dirk was the first guy I had kissed.

    Kissing a guy was just so different. I didn’t have to act as if I was in charge or take the lead. I could be passive, but sexy at the same time. I know I’d never been this aroused kissing a girl. I hadn’t yet taken any hormones. So my penis was rock-hard and straining thru my panties and my tight spandex slacks. 

    Pushing against Dirk I could feel that he also had an erection. I felt pretty hot and sexy, thinking that I could kiss a guy and make him hard. I reached one hand downward and began to massage Dirk’s cock thru his slacks. I heard him groan. We broke off the kiss.

    “Oh Dirk baby. Why don’t we go somewhere and I’ll take care of this big-boy for you, honey? Oh wow, I’d love to see this,” I said squeezing the lump in his pants.

    “Oh wow, Tammi. Where do you propose we do that, around here?” Dirk asked.

    “How did you get here for work? Don’t you have a car around here? We could sit in the backseat and I could do something with that big, fat boner you have. Maybe we could do something about mine also? Oh I’m so hot to give you a blow job, Dirk,” I gasped.

    “Come this way. I don’t know about the blowjob? Maybe we could do some mutual masturbation? Look, this isn’t my regular job. My older brother owns a few of these clubs. I tend bar a night or two on the weekend to be able to meet Trans-Girls. I’m actually a VP in charge of investment accounts at Goldman,” Dirk explained.

    “So I have a lot to lose, besides my freedom, if I get caught with you, going down on me, in the back seat of a car. Here we are,” Dirk said, unlocking his car and opening the back door of a really plush, Lexus SUV.

    We got in and Dirk locked the doors. We looked at each other and kissed. I was already unzipping his pants. When I had his fly down and his belt detached I said, “Please let me lick and kiss your penis? I just want to give you a little taste of what being with me will be like when I’m eighteen next March.” 

    “Okay. It’s dark enough and we are parked around the side where only employees usually park,” Dirk agreed.

    I’d never sucked a cock until then, but I knew how I’d want my own cock sucked. Dirk was hot and ready. His cock is large even when flaccid. His cock when erect, can only be described as “Super-Sized.” I licked the end and then around his balls like I had a strawberry ice-cream cone in my hands.

    Then I took as much cock as I could into my mouth and sucked and licked as I bobbed my head up and down. His penis, which had been almost fully erect, then became a really, solid boner. As I gulped more and more penis, I made noises that told Dirk I was really enjoying what I was doing. 

    And while I gobbled him up, I did my best to talk sexy to him, saying, “Oh Dirk. I never want you to forget what I’m doing right now. Yum. Please remember how I’m licking your cock, so you’ll want me to be your girl when I’m eighteen? Please Dirk?”

    “Oh wow Tammi. I’m really liking this blow job. You don’t have a thing to worry about girl. I’ll be getting your phone number tonight baby,” Dirk gasped as he got really close to a climax.

    “And don’t worry about cleaning anything up. I’ll be sucking all of your sperm into my tummy,” I giggled. 

    As I sucked him off, I massaged his balls. I began to get excited and giddy, as I could sense that Dirk was reaching the point where he was obviously going to cum. And, I was correct. Dirk did orgasm and he had a massive climax. As he exploded into my mouth, I gobbled up as much of his hot, gooey, sperm as I possibly could. 

    I was amazed at the amount of cum that he excreted. It just seemed like so very, very much. I know I’d never had an orgasm anything like he was having. In, fact, I began giggling like the silly girl that I was, as some of the sperm dribbled from the sides of my mouth down my chin. When he was completely drained of all of his ejaculate, he relaxed with his head against the back of the car seat. 

    I licked his cock as clean as I could before reaching into my purse for some Kleenex, saying, “Oh wow Dirk. That was just so nice. Oh boy, what a fine cock you have honey. I almost can’t wait until you give me all of that, up inside of me.”

    “That might be a little while off and you may want to talk to someone about that, to prepare yourself. I could introduce you to a few sissies at this club that could help you in that respect, Tammi. Come here. Thanks for wiping me clean and putting my cock inside of my pants honey,” Dirk said, kissing me.

    “You are one fine, sweet, sissy, Tammi. You’re a real knockout, girl,” Dirk added.

    That was the first time I’d been called a sissy, where I didn’t feel insulted. A few boys at school had used the term. Of course my father had. But they’d used it derisively. Dirk had just sort of used it as another term for a Trans-girl. But to me, it seemed more to be a complimentary description of what I really was. In any event, with Dirk, I would need to get used to it.

    He referred to most Trans-girls in the same manner. I figured as long as I was Dirk’s sissy, I felt pretty good about myself. I was ready to fix my face and hair, and return to the club, when Dirk said, “Time to take care of you, Tammy girl. You need to have some fun, too. Let’s get those tight spandex slacks and your panties down.”

    “It’s okay Dirk. I’m good baby. Oh Dirk, ooh, you have such a nice touch baby. Oh baby, I’m in love,” I said as he put some saliva on his fingers and began to play with my cock and balls. He also held out his hand for me to hand him some Kleenex from my purse. 

    I don’t have to add that my cock and balls were smaller than his. But considering I’d yet to use any Estrogen products, I could become just as erect as Dirk. At that time, which was so very early in our relationship, I could still get a nice hard boner. As my cock grew, so did Dirk’s aggressive touch. It wasn’t girly and cloying like my touch was.

   It was manly and firm, but still arousing. I began to girlishly whimper as my arousal grew. I was surprised at how quick my trigger was going to be. It was as if he was dong a better job of jerking me off than I could do to myself. His control over me was startling. Then I popped off dramatically.

    My head and body thrust back against the comfy seat-back of the Lexus. I let out little girlish gasps and squeals as my sperm spewed forth from my penis. Dirk milked both my penis and balls until I was spent. It was very nice that he hugged me after he cleaned my cock with the Kleenex. It was a real surprise when he kissed me.

    He wouldn’t have been the first guy that didn’t want to kiss a chick that had sucked his cock. Even though, for most of the year, I didn’t wear a stitch of girl’s clothing at my parents house, I had been dressing nearly 24/7 when I stayed with my Aunt Vivian during the summer months.

    And during those months I got right into character as her niece and being a girl. So when I referred to myself as a “Chick” I meant it. Dirk and I headed back to Annie’s Club. When we got to the table, Patricia and Judy were there chatting. They looked up at us and then at each other.

    “Thanks for coming back, kids. It wasn’t like we could ask the cops to go look for you two. Hope you had fun?” Patricia chimed.

    “We did. Everything is okay. We were just talking. Dirk. Are we going to exchange phone numbers?” I asked.

    “Uh, sure. Here’s my business card. Use my personal cell for calls and texts. Use the personal email for other messages. When you contact me I’ll put you in my data base. Everything is marked as either Personal or Business. Give me a big hug and a kiss, Tammi. I need to get back behind the bar, to check on things,” Dirk said as we kissed.

    “Please call me and text me? I want to stay in touch. I’m very serious when I say I want to get together with you ASAP, once I’m eighteen years of age, Dirk,” I whispered in his ear as we hugged.

    “I do also, girl,” Dirk answered.

    “Well didn’t your Aunt Viv say you had a curfew, Tammi?” Patricia asked. 

    “I don’t think so?” I said.

    “Well I think it’s a good idea that she does. And I’m going to mention it to her Tuesday at work. I know I’m not going to be responsible for my boss’s niece being with a thirty-two-year-old guy. Let’s get Tammi home, Judy,” said Patricia as she and Tammi gathered their belongings.

    When we got to the car, Judy said, “Okay, out with it Princess Tammi. What went on? You and Dirk were gone far too long to be just talking. Unless of course you were telling each other your life’s story.”

    “Well, nothing really. Stop it! Don’t look at me like that! Okay. Just please don’t tell my Aunt Vivian? Please?” I asked.

    “We did talk for a little while. I really wanted to have sex with him. But he said that I was too young. I agreed that he could get in a lot of trouble. But I couldn’t help myself. I talked him into letting me give him a blow job. Then he jerked me off. We were in the back seat of his Lexus,” I admitted.

    “You’re kidding? You little slut! You sucked his cock? Oh wow! Don’t worry honey. I won’t be telling your Auntie Viv. No I don’t think so,” Patricia said.

    “Wow Tammi. You really got adventurous. You have to admit Patricia, that she’s definitely bold,” laughed Judy.

    I arrived home close to 1 AM. Auntie Viv was in bed. I didn’t want to shower or brush my teeth. I wanted Dirk’s manly scent all over me and I wanted the taste of his Man-cream in my mouth. I’d wait until the morning. After I showered Sunday morning I decided to text Dirk.

    “I can’t forget last night. I know I’ll always remember it. You were fantastic and I know it can only get better. Love you, Dirk. Tammi,” I wrote.

    I went out into the kitchen and got a cup of tea. Auntie Vivian came out to get coffee.

    “Well, my gorgeous niece. Did you have a nice time with the girls, last night?” Aunt Vivian asked.

    “Yes ma’am. I did,” I answered.

    We sat silently and sipped our drinks. Aunt Vivian, stood up and said she was going to make breakfast. I offered to help, but she said she was fine. Once she’d made breakfast we sat and ate, surrounded by what was deafening silence. Aunt Viv kept glancing at me.

    “So honey. This is your fourth, consecutive summer here in Princeton, correct? We’ve lived together, worked together, and shopped together. We’ve basically been inseparable. And yet, you don’t think, that I can’t read you like the pages of a well-thumbed, familiar book?” Aunt Viv asked. 

    “Tammi. You are one of the chirpiest, liveliest girls at either of my salons. So after your first night out partying with the girls you are just as quiet as a mouse? I am not buying it Angel. Out with it girl. Who did you meet and what did you do? You know you can tell Auntie Vivian. It was me who you told when you wanted to first dress up as a girl,” my aunt said.

    I paused and reflected. I looked at my Aunt Viv, with my big, brown eyes opened wide and said, “His name is Dirk and he’s a little old for me Auntie Vivian. So we’re going to try our best to really not see each other until I’m 18 next spring,” I said.

    “Oh, now this sounds thrilling. Too old? How much too old? A Twenty-one year old college boy at Princeton?” Aunt Viv asked.

    “No he’s older than that,” I answered.

    “Oh, so he’s older. Twenty-five then?” Auntie went on.

    “No, he’s thirty-two Auntie,” I admitted.

    “Thirty-two? Well great. I could date him until you’re old enough to be with him honey. I’m thirty-five you know? Tammy, I don’t need to know what happened. I already know that if he is thirty-two, in some way, you had sex with this man. And that’s what he is girl. He’s a man,” my aunt chided.

    “It wasn’t like that. He really didn’t want to have sex with me. In fact we just kissed for a while. Then I got carried away and gave him oral sex. After that, he masturbated me. Oh Auntie, I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t help it,” I whimpered as she took me into her arms and hugged me.

    “No girl. You don’t have to be sorry and you don’t need to feel shamed. And you just did the best thing you could do. You told me the truth, which is very cleansing. You are correct though. You need to see younger boys if you’re going to date. I don’t want to know who this person is,” my aunt paused.

    “My guess is that he knows he made a mistake and he wants to cool it. In any event, I want you to see a GYN that I go to, as well as her Nurse Practitioner for some Transgender counseling. Monday I’ll set up the appointments for you. And I will make certain that I accompany you,” my aunt added.

    “For now let’s have some breakfast. There isn’t anything wrong with having a long-distance flirtation for the time being. I know how exciting that can be and I won’t stop that. But, I owe your mother, my older sister, the full courtesy of protecting you, as her minor child,” my aunt paused.

    “So, I will tell you that you can’t see, Dirk, without adult supervision. Do you understand Tammi?” Aunt Viv asked.

    “Yes, Aunt Vivian,” I agreed as we hugged.

    At work Tuesday, Patricia, as well as Judy acted as if nothing was remiss. I believe my aunt must have spoken with them. When we got together the following weekend we went to a different club, and the girls scouted out whatever boys I flirted with.  

    I kept up a text, email and occasional phone call relationship with Dirk. However we didn’t see each other at all. The following Monday, my aunt took my to her GYN, Jan Taylor, and I had my first Transgender Counseling session with her Nurse Practitioner, Paige Dupont. I didn’t spend much time with Doctor Taylor.

    “I want you to consult with Paige at length. Until you are eighteen, I couldn’t possibly give you hormones without the signature of a parent or legal guardian. Though, from looking at you I can see you are serious about wanting to present and live as a female. You turn eighteen in the spring? Correct, Tammi?” Jan asked.

    “Yes. March 20th,” I answered.

    “Well then you could start then. Though, within in a few months, after you do begin hormones, your parents may begin to note some physical changes. I can send your records to any GYN in Maryland, electronically,” Jan said.

    My meeting with the Nurse Practitioner, Paige Dupont, was lengthier. I admitted I planned on having sex. Besides the usual protection, she wanted me prepared for a male entering my rectum with his penis.

    “I have to believe that you are a number of years away from having any sort of Gender Reassignment Surgery, Tammi? Even then, your Vaginal opening has to be widened. What most girls use either for exercising their vagina or their rectum are dilators. Dilators and plenty of lubricant. Preferably a lubricant with a desensitizing effect,” Paige said.

    “I’ll give you a kit of dilators with some anesthetic gel before you go. Your aunt is paying for everything that is included in your visit. She wants you to have the best of care. I have a kit here and I’ll explain their use. You see, these are in varying, increasing sizes. You begin with the smallest and work your way to the largest. Now don’t be shy or embarrassed by what I’m about the explain,” Paige cautioned.

    She had on her desk in front of her, a plastic box, containing a kit of dilators, or what some people might call, “Butt Plugs” or even “Pussy Plugs.” As she had described, each “Plug” was both longer and fatter in size. The colors of each “Plug” varied. She held the first and smallest plug up for me to see.

    “You would insert this into your rectum, after lubricating it. Insert it as far as you can, while rotating it. Do it for ten minutes or so. Now some girls insert it and leave it in. Especially girls who are serious about transitioning form boy to girl. They end up calling it their ‘Little Friend’ as they say it really adds a wiggle to the way they walk and makes them feel more feminine,” Paige explained.

    “If you want to insert it and leave it in, you may need your Aunt Vivian’s help with that. But you will get used to it. When you reach the point where you are comfortable with a size, you move to the next larger size,” Page added.

    When the visit was over I made another appointment for one month later. On the drive back to Auntie Viv’s residence, she discussed helping me to insert the smallest of the butt-plugs, saying, “There’s no reason you shouldn’t exercise your passage presently Tammi. Plus, I think you’ll enjoy how the insertion of these plugs aids you in mincing even more femininely than you currently do, darling.”

     “Yes, Auntie,” I agreed, not realizing she was also going to “Cleanse and Evacuate” my bowels with an enema and a rectal douche.

    “A girl can never be too clean, darling,” my aunt said, as I lay upon my bed, on top of a plastic sheet and beach towel. Aunt Vivian proceeded to insert the end of an enema hose nozzle into my anus.

    The well lubricated apparatus slid slowly into my rectal passage as she carefully rotated it. Once the nozzle was properly in place, Aunt Viv slowly released the contents of the Colonic bag and the flow of warm soapy water began, leisurely into my colon. It was an unusually discomfiting feeling.

    As the bag emptied, my stomach felt as if it were ballooning. I began to whimper babyishly. My aunt spoke as to assure me everything was fully under control.

    “There, there, my darling, little Angel. We are almost through. Just a bit more and you can relax. For the enema to fully perform its magic, you must relax just a bit more and embrace the warm sensation of the soapy solution as it cleanses you thoroughly. Isn’t this fun? Once you’ve evacuated you can then enjoy a nice mineral water rinse and a fragrant douche,” my aunt added.

    By the time Auntie Vivian permitted me to use the bidet in my bath, I was bursting at the seams. And though I practically begged her to end this exercise, I found myself with my head upon my pillow, staring off into space as the cool water rinse flowed freely into me. When  Auntie Viv, at last inserted the douche tube into my anus and squeezed the bulb, I was too exhausted to say a word.

    “And now, you will be happy to know you are fully prepared for me to properly fit the first and smallest of your anal dilators, Tammi. Don’t fret Princess. You needn’t be subjected to all of this each time you use a dilator. It’s just wise to go thru the entire procedure for the initial plug. A simple douche, once every couple of days is all that is generally necessary,” my aunt assured me.

    “I’m using the anal cream provided by the Nurse Practitioner. You’ll note it has a desensitizing effect. Now relax and take some nice deep breaths girl. Inhale and exhale for Auntie, my dear, little princess,” my aunt exhorted me as she rotated the tapered, cylindrical device into my rectum. 

    I flinched slightly and my aunt cautioned me to relax and continue to concentrate on my breathing. It was a relief to hear her say, “There now. All finished. Good girl. That wasn’t so bad, was it baby? Now let me slip your panty brief back on you, and you can get dressed. Once we get you in some nice tall heels we’ll see just how pretty you can walk now.”

    I got into my padded bra, skirt, blouse, ankle socks and heels. Then I stood and walked gracefully into the living room. I could feel the plug in my rectum. I could also detect how it was affecting, what was already, my very, girlish manner of walking. I was now mincing even more daintily, as well as both throwing and wiggling my hips in an increasingly, exaggerated fashion.

    This sort of sultry gait was surely going to attract more attention at the salon, as well as when I went out on the town with Auntie or clubbing with the girls from work. As self-conscious as I was about my new sexy wiggle, no one appeared to notice until the next time I went to a Trans-club with two girls from work, Keisha and Leanne. 

    “Honey, those college boys are going to be following you around with the way you look and the way you strut, sister,” Keisha said.

    On that Saturday evening, and for several ensuing Saturday nights, I got the reputation of being the new, hot, “T-Girl” around the predominantly transgender clubs in the Princeton area. I could have just about any cute collage boy I set my sights on.

    In general, whatever college boy I took out to his car, could expect a really hot make-out session, followed by a fantastic blow-job. I frequently asked to be jerked off. As much as I wanted to have a cock up my ass, I was saving my “Sissy-cherry” for Dirk.

    Whenever I would talk with Dirk on the phone, he’d ask me about my sexual escapades. I would tell him, “I hope you don’t mind that I’m sucking a few college boy cocks, honey, but I’m just so starved for sex. But don’t concern yourself. I’m saving my Sissy ass-pussy for you, my love.”

    “No, I’m not jeoulous one bit, baby. Your Daddy thinks it’s just wonderful that you are fine-tuning your cock-sucking skills, Princess. And he thinks it’s just wonderful you are saving your ass-pussy cherry for him,” Dirk said. 

    I loved it when Dirk spoke to me like that. It made me feel as if he owned me, and that I was his personal property. A girl like me needs to feel that way about her Daddy. The summer passed quickly, as did the following school year. In March of that year, my last year of high school, I turned 18.

    I could finally now take female hormones. My aunt agreed to pay for my visits to the GYN and my Transgender counseling with a Nurse Practitioner. Both the GYN and NP warned me my parents might begin to notice the feminization process I was about to go thru. But it was only three months to my high school and beauty school graduation.

    Due to some traveling my Aunt Vivian would be doing, I wouldn’t be able to move into her home in Princeton until the autumn when classes began at Merle Norman College of Beauty and Salon Management. For three months or so I’d need to rent an apartment in Bethesda as I had to move out of the house to get away from my father.

    My mother worked in residential real estate and found me a month-to-month furnished apartment. The Beauty School I was attending offered me a temporary job as a teaching assistant until I moved to Auntie Vivian’s in New Jersey. So, I was all set until October when clauses began at Merle Norman in Princeton. 

    Now though, I was hungry for Dirk and he was hungry for me. I was eighteen and Dirk was ready to pop my cherry. I also needed to break the news to my mother about my desire to become a female. Of course, I had no clue that my Mother already knew more than I could imagine she did. I’d soon find out.

  Chapter III: Going Full Girly

    I settled into my temporary Bethesda apartment and began to increasingly dress more femininely in my new and equally temporary job as a teaching assistant for Carla, at the Beauty Academy I’d attended. I was now a licensed Cosmetologist. I knew I needed some closure with my parents before I moved to New Jersey.

    I decided to have both my mother and father over to my apartment for dinner on a Saturday evening. I’d have to tone down my new, feminine style of dressing, so as to not upset my father. About a week before they were to come for dinner I received a call from my mother.

    “Honey, I’ll be the only one coming to dinner Saturday. Your father won’t be able to make it. I’m on the way home from work and I have you on speaker-phone. Are you somewhere, where we can talk in private? You’re at your apartment? Well good. Why don’t you sit down then? Mother wants to tell you something that might surprise you,” my mother said. 

    I couldn’t imagine what she was going to say? I let her know that I was seated and waited for her impending announcement, whatever it was. 

    “Baby, mother has known for some time now about Tammi. My sister, Vivian has kept me posted about just how much of a beautiful girl you have become under her training regimen. Tammi, I want you to be happy. In fact I want to meet Tammi. So I am coming to dinner Saturday evening and I’m going to spend the night at your apartment,” my mother said to my surprise.

    “And I expect my daughter Tammi, to greet me at the door when I arrive. And after dinner and the following day, we are going to spend some quality mother/daughter time together and do mother and daughter things. I hope none of what I just said upsets you honey?” Mother asked.

    I was surprised, but hardly upset. To be able to have my Mother’s acceptance in this important part of my life meant so much.

    “Oh no, Mummy. Oh this is so wonderful Mummy. Oh no, I could never be upset. Of course you can spend the night and I’d love to do girly things with you. I could give you a manicure and pedicure or do your hair just like I do with Auntie Viv,” I gushed.

    “I want us to be close honey. I want us to be friends. You can call me Elaine, or Mummy Elaine, if you’d like. I’d enjoy that,” Mother added.

    I had a week before the dinner and wanted to look my very special best that night. When I arrived to work at the Beauty Academy I couldn’t wait to tell Carla, the Headmistress. I’d been dressing increasingly more girlish every day since summer began. Carla suggested I go all out, especially on my hair for the dinner with Mummy Elaine.

    “I’d suggest we do some color, highlighting and a new cut to your hair honey. We’ve all begun to call you Tammi, anyway, Sweetie-pie. Plus we need to really re-shape you eye-brows, Sugar, and add another set of piercings to your ears. Let’s get started. It’s your Girly-day Princess,” Carla smiled.

    She had one of the students shampoo and condition my hair, before Carla escorted me to her private office where she sat me in front of her styling vanity. Carla began sectioning off my hair, painting in the Rose Gold highlights, and foil wrapping the painted sections. Then she applied a dark brunette shade to the hair that wasn’t already foil-wrapped. 

    While I baked under a warm, color-accelerator dryer, I read a recent issue of Marie Claire. There was a lengthy article on “Keeping your man interested, sexually.” I enjoyed that so much, just thinking of the sexual things I planned on doing with Dirk. I was certainly excited about keeping him interested.

    I was likely having my hair colored as much to look sexy for him as I was to look pretty for my Mummy. When Carla was satisfied with my color finally taking, she gave me a rinse and then sat me down in front of her wraparound mirrored vanity for an eyebrow wax and a fashionable haircutting. 

    “I’m going to go with a long, inverted, tapered bob, Tammi. I know how much you enjoy updos and twists. So I’ll leave plenty of length. I still want to define it with a sexy, shaved nape though,” Carla insisted as she “cleaned up” my eyebrows. Then she got out a piercing tool, to put a second set of piercings in my ears. 

    “You should get a third set of piercings in the future. Nothing says that you’re a hot, sensuous girl more than jewelry dangling from your wrists and ears,” Carla intoned as she began to shape my haircut. 

    I could see the style taking shape. I knew that getting my own, signature style was going to define me even more so as a female. I had been adding a little touch of femininity to my appearance every few days. It had begun with an ear piercing. Then hoops had replaced the studs. Then I’d used some soft, pink lipstick. My tight jeans became spandex slacks. 

    I then went from penny loafers to ballet flats. Afterwards, the spandex slacks became either Gauchos, Palazzos or Capris. I’d added a little eye shadow and mascara. But now, this very girly cut with highlights was going to redefine me even more so. But, I hadn’t seen anything yet, as Carla, my boss was going all out.

    After Carla had  brushed and combed my inverted bob and made it curl under, she then buzzed and shaved my nape into a really girly wedge. She finished things off with some styling pomade and lacquer spray. Then she told me to sit still. She had me in what amounted to a model’s makeup-style chair. She tilted it back smiling and looked over my face, saying, “You’re leaving here this evening looking like a girl, Tammi. And I expect you to wear this new name-tag on the morrow, honey.”

    She held up a lavender colored name-tag like all the instructors wore. It had my femme name, “Tammi” on it. She then added, “There is no longer anyone who works here named, Thad. Do you understand that, Princess? We all want Tammi to begin showing up here at the Beauty Academy, every day, Angel. By we, I mean the students, the staff and the customers. Now relax girl, while I doll you up.”

    I held still, overcome with emotion. Getting this kind of support, from my friends, co-workers, aunt, and even my mother the day before, was making me a little misty-eyed. I was glad I’d worn small hoop earrings and a gold colored blouse with silvery sequins on it. 

    Plus I was dressed in a pair of black gaucho slacks with high-heeled clogs my aunt had bought me. So my attire was girly enough to fit with my hair color, hair-style and the makeup Carla was putting on my face. When Carla was finished my cosmetic application was very vivid. 

    My lips were extra-fulsome with a coat of bright, shiny, lavender gloss. My eyes were widened and “lit-up” from the arching of my brows and the magenta shadow and the dark, kohl, mascara. My lashes had a golden tint to them. I was excited, and only mildly trepidatious about my new look. 

   Any fears I might have had, were lessened by the winks, hugs and smiles of approval that the girls at the beauty school gave to me when Carla presented “Tammi” to the Academy staff and students. Carla took numerous photos of me with her cell phone, for her portfolio and texted each “Glamour Shot” to me.

    On the drive home, my cell-phone rang and I could see it was Dirk. I put him on bluetooth-speaker and said, sexily, “Hello darling. I’m glad you called.”

    “You sound too sexy for the room Tammi. I was just thinking of you and decided I’d like us to get together here in Princeton for the weekend of July 4th. Why not take the train here on Friday the 2nd, and spend Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights with me? You can return to DC on Monday the 5th,” Dirk suggested.

    “That sounds lovely Dirk. The Academy is closed Monday for the holiday. I’d just need to get off a little early on Friday to make it to Princeton at a reasonable hour. I’ll talk to Carla tomorrow. How does that sound?” I asked.

    “Perfect. By the way Tammi, I want a dolled-up girl showing up at the Trenton Amtrak station when I meet you. I don’t want any effeminate, limp-wrist, Nancy-boy, stepping off the train. I want a hot-looking, really feminine, girly-girl waltzing up to me when I pick you up,” Dirk added.

    “Well. Though I’ve never ridden the train as a girl, I should be more than ready to do that by then, lover. You see, Carla gave me a heavy-duty makeover today, and she expects me to begin coming to the Beauty school, fully-femme in the future. Plus I’ll be dining with Mummy this Saturday evening, and greeting her as her daughter,” I said.

    “It sounds as if you’re really making progress. Did you get any photos today? Why not send them to me?” Dirk asked.

    “Yes, I do have a number of great pics Carla took of me. I’ll send those to you Daddy. I should have no trouble getting the afternoon off on July 2nd, and I will likely be in Trenton by 5 PM. How does that sound, honey?” I asked.

    “Sounds exactly like what I wanted to hear,” Dirk said.

    “I always want to make my Daddy happy, Dirk. I should have some new, growing tits, to show you, also” I whispered in my most sultry of voices.

    “Excellent. I’m looking forward to taking your cherry, girl,” Dirk added.

    “Stop it! You’re making me so wet. I love you Dirk,” I said as we signed off.

    I had everything ready for Saturday evening dinner with Mummy. I knew just the dress and heels to wear also. Right after I’d moved into my temporary, fully furnished apartment, Aunt Viv had driven down from Jersey, with a portion of the feminine wardrobe I kept at her residence. 

    While she helped me put my clothes in the dresser drawers and other things up in the closet of the spare bedroom, she’d held up a dress in front of me, saying, “I just bought this for you. Let’s see how it fits. It’s simply perfect for entertaining.”

    It was a 1950’s styled, white midi, with pink polka-dots. It had a belted sash at the waist and fell beautifully across my newly-rounded hips. It would flow freely around my stocking legs. It even came with a built-in petticoat. My Mummy was going to love it. I felt so domesticated preparing dinner that Saturday afternoon.

    I had my hair up in curlers and was wearing a patterned Kimono robe with Marabou slippers. I had a light dusting of makeup on. I couldn’t wait to have a meal prepared for Dirk when he arrived home form the office. But I was getting ahead of myself. The spare bedroom was prepared for Mummy to spend the night.

    By the time Mummy knocked on the door I was bursting with excitement. I had also very likely overdone everything as far as my hair, nails, makeup and attire were concerned. Once I’d removed the curlers from my hair, I’d teased, spread and brushed my hair into a really “Pouffy” exaggerated Bouffant flip, with perfectly turned up ends.

    My cosmetic application was more in keeping with a “Bridal” look, with truly shimmering, wet-look, Magenta lipstick. I also wore a really gaudy set of pendant earrings. My high-heels were four-inch strapped sandals. The magenta on my fingers and toes matched my lips. When I opened the door I couldn’t help but effusively greet my mother.

    “Oh Mummy, you look fabulous. Please come in? Let me take your bag. Oh, let me hug you and kiss you,” I said, in the most girly voice I could muster.

    “Look at you Tammi. You’re no less than stunning. What a beautiful daughter I have,” Mummy gasped.

    “I’ll put your bag in the guest bedroom. Sit right there and I’ll bring you a glass of Zinfandel, Mummy. You look so nice,” I said effusively as I handed her some wine.

    I made sure to smooth my dress as I sat. I also both held the wine glass, and sipped the wine very daintily. I batted my eyes and smiled.

    “That isn’t all you underneath the bra, is it?” Mummy Elaine asked.

    “Oh no. I’m padded. I only began taking hormones right after my birthday in March,” I said.

    “I know. I signed the release. Remember? Your aunt and I have communicated for some time. Vivian tells me you’re doing a name change?” Mummy asked.

    “Yes Mummy Elaine. I’m going to use Ames for my last name. It’s your maiden name and Aunt Viv’s last name. I’m going to use Tamara as a first name. Just to sound less like a cutesy, little girl. Auntie Viv has been such a tremendous help, I’m going to use Viviana as my middle name. When she was here two weeks ago, she made copies of everything she needed to put my name and gender change in motion,” I replied.

    “Mummy, why don’t we eat? Then once I clean things up, we can watch a movie and I’ll do your fingers and toenails,” I smiled.

    My mother loved the peeled shellfish soufflé I made. We also each had a glass of wine. I put a soppy, chick-flick on the Blu-Ray and began on her pedicure, saying, “I can do your hair tonight or in the morning, Mummy.”

    “Wait until the morning. I’ll shower first. I’m not sleeping in curlers. I know both you and Vivian do that but it’s not for me. I want to take you to a store in Rockville that sells figure-forming foundation garments to girls just like you. I met the owner when I sold her house and helped her to find a new home,” Elaine explained.

    It was very intimate to sit next to Mummy Elaine while I did her manicure. We chatted and watched the movie. When I’d completed her nails we put the movie on hold and dressed in comfy bedtime clothes. We then snuggled up on the couch and watched the rest of the movie in our nightgowns and robes. 

    I had my head against Mummy Elaine’s chest, laying comfortably within her bosom. I’d never felt so close to her, as she ran her fingers thru my heavily sprayed bouffant flip. I had such a peaceful feeling of safeness and comfort, entwined with her this way. I also had the same sort of twinges in my groin as I’d gotten when Auntie Vivian first dressed me as a girl.

    Even with the female hormones coursing through my body, my penis swelled slightly as Mummy Elaine and I cuddled. I’d always been a Mummy’s boy and now obviously I was just a sissy Mummy’s girl. I looked forward to doing her hair and going shopping with her Sunday.

    When I awakened I could hear Mummy in the shower. I got up to make breakfast. After breakfast I set Mummy Elaine’s hair in hot rollers and we dressed to go to the foundation wear shop. When I fussed and combed to style her tresses, she teased me by saying, “Goodness Tamara, you’re giving me Big-Hair just like you wore last night.”

    When we arrived at “Millicent’s Foundation Garments” we were let in by the owner. Apparently Millicent only did private appointments on Sunday. Millicent smiled and said, “You’re my third clients this morning, ladies. Sit right here. I’ll get Gwen to take you to dressing room number three very shortly. Constance, your first appointment is here.”

    Seated not far from us was a very effeminate young boy about my age. He wore makeup, a pair of Capri slacks and high heels. He was with a lady about Mummy Elaine’s age. A girl walked over to them and said, “Hello, I’m Constance. You must be Allison and Cassandra. Come with me please?”

    As the femme-boy and the mature female stood up, the lady said, “Come along Allison.”

    “Yes Auntie Cassandra,” said the mincing feminine boy.

    Shortly, Gwen, our salesgirl came to get us. She took us to dressing room three, saying, “While I get somethings to measure Tamara, why don’t you help her to undress Elaine? She can keep her heels, stockings and panty-brief on. We definitely need her to be naked from the waist up.”

    Once I was properly undressed, Mummy Elaine examined my newly, sprouting tits and my swollen aureoles, remarking, “These are coming along nicely honey. Are you considering implants at some juncture?”

    “I’ve thought about that. I’m going along a step at a time, Mummy,” I remarked.

    “Well, you’ll enjoy the way this sort of figure shaper will give you more flesh up top. I’m certain your new boyfriend will,” Mummy added.

    “Auntie Vivian told you about Dirk?” I asked.

    “Yes darling. Your Aunt Viv even had him checked out for me. Don’t worry. She said he met our approval and I trust her judgment. There was a time when I liked older men, so I can’t say that I blame you,” Mummy Elaine said as I blushed, furiously.

    Gwen returned with a latex corselet. She measured my waist and complemented me on my shape thus far. Then she began snugging the laces as I held onto a bar just over my head.

    “How am I supposed to do this by myself?” I asked.

    “You don’t honey. We pre-lace these for you here in the store. You remove these and then refasten them using the snaps in front. When they begin to get loose, you come back in and we re-lace you back up. Look into the full-length mirror in front of you. Watch how your hips begin to bell out, your waist narrows, and then look at how much fatty tissue forms at your bosom. You are one cute girl, Tamara,” Gwen said.

    She had a point. I enjoyed what the figure-shaper was doing to me. Mummy paid to have three corselets pre-laced. I wore one home. I planned on wearing one to Princeton when I visited Dirk on July 4th weekend. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when I stepped off the train. 

    I planned on being as shapely and hot looking as a girl could possibly be. I wore the corselet to the Beauty Academy Monday morning. From the parking garage, around the corner to the front door of the school I turned a few heads as I pranced in my four-inch heels. 

    That day I spoke to Carla about leaving early on the Friday before the 4th, saying, “I’d like to get an early start on the weekend. I’m taking the train up to Trenton. My boyfriend is driving from Princeton to meet me at the train.”

    “No problem honey. Sounds like a lovers’ rendezvous? Tamara honey. You’re only going to be working here until the Autumn. I’m glad to have your help with the new students. And I wish you well in your new endeavors with Merle Norman and your Aunt’s business. Of course you can leave early on Friday,” Carla said.

    Then she added, “In fact, why don’t we set your hair when you get in that morning, and then I’ll do your makeup just prior to you leaving for the train?”

    So on that Friday, as I minced around the Beauty Academy, checking on the girls’ progress with their customers, my hair was up in curlers and covered with a hair-net. My suitcase and makeup kit were packed in my car. I’d bought my ticket. My train was scheduled to be in Trenton at 5 PM. 

    Before I left the Beauty School, Carla touched up my makeup, took my curlers out and put my hair into an Updo, saying, “A heavily sprayed Upsweep is ideal for travel. You’ll still look perfect when you slide into the passenger seat of your boyfriend’s car.”

    As the train came to a stop at the Trenton Station a baggage man helped me with my suitcase. As I stepped from the terminal I saw Dirk’s car. My heart raced as he flashed his high-beams, got out of his car and made his way towards me.

    “Wow, you look fantastic Tammy. Let me take your stuff,” he said and we walked to his car. He put my luggage on his back seat and unlocked the front passenger door. He held it as I slipped in daintily and then he kissed me on the lips as he fastened my seatbelt.

    He started his engine and then looked at me smiling and adding, “Take Daddy’s cock out of his pants and kiss it, just to show Daddy how much you missed him.”

    I leaned over and unzipped his pants. I reached inside and pulled his cock through the slit in his underwear. He was already getting hard. I bent down and kissed the tip of his penis and licked around it, saying, “I missed you so much Daddy. I want to be your sissy slut and fuck-toy all weekend if you’ll let me?” 

    “Oh you’ll have plenty of time to prove you’re my sissy-slut-bitch, girl,” Dirk promised. 

    When we arrived at Dirk’s home, he sat my luggage in the foyer and pointed to the hall bathroom. “You can strip down to your undies in there sissy-girl. Take off your panties, dress and bra. I want to see your new tits, your tiny clit and your sissy-ass-pussy. Now girl,” he said as I sashayed to the hall bathroom.

    There was even a hanger and a clothes rack to hang up my dress. I folded my panties and laid those on a shelf. I hung my bra and falsies next to my dress on a hanger. Then I removed my butt-plug, washed it and placed it on a shelf. I touched up my makeup, patted my upsweep and returned to the living room, holding my clutch-purse.

    I minced to within a couple of feet of Dirk, stopped, twirled for him and did a dainty curtsey. I smiled and stood stock-still, as he approached me saying, “I liked the twirl Princess. Yes very nice. I like the corset. Your figure is fabulous. Let me see these tits.”

    He was circling around me and then he stopped and fondled my plump, pubescent pointy tits. He then placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to the floor. He took a collar and leash from an end table. He tightened the pink collar around my swan-like neck. Then he attached the leash to the collar and tugged lightly.

    “Pull my prick out and kiss it Sissy Tamara. That’s it girl. Now hold still,” Dirk said as he took hold of his long hardened cock and slapped one side of my face with it and then slapped his cock against the opposite side of my face.

    “Are you my cock-sucking little sissy-slut Tammi? Tell me who and what you are girl?” Dirk demanded.

    “I’m Daddy Dirk’s cock-sucking sissy slut,” I said.

    “Good girl Tammi. Now stand up and get your slutty ass into my bedroom you sissy-faggot. I’m going to screw your hot, horny, sissy-asshole and make you into a fucking female,” Dirk ordered.

    He led me thru the doorway of his bedroom. He left me standing, still holding my sissy clutch purse in front of me. I nervously sat the purse on an end table near the bed. Dirk stripped his shirt, shoes pants and underwear off. He pointed to my clutch purse.

    “Do you have any anal lube in that purse, bitch? Then you’d better get it out. Then I’ll remove your collar and leash. After that you can kneel and suck my cock, you sissy whore. You’d better get it nice and wet and lubricated before I shove it up your plump ass,” Dirk said.

    I loved how he was talking to me. So very commanding and demanding. I felt so demeaned and sluttish. I needed to feel fully degraded to completely give myself to Dirk, as the underserving slut I knew myself to be. I took his firm cock into my mouth and slobbered upon it profusely. It seemed to grow even larger as I sucked it.

    Then Dirk told me to “Lube-up” and kneel on the bed. I took the tube of lubricant from my black clutch and slathered it around his cock before I used two fingers to lubricate my anal hole. I knew the lube would lessen any discomfort I might have. I also knew it would enable Dirk to last longer as he fucked me silly.

    I knelt doggy-style on the bed. Dirk knelt behind me and began to mount me. He held my hips in his hands as he rocked back and forth and pushed his hard, firm, cock up inside of me. I pushed back against him as to accept him into my rectum. When he finally pushed his cock up to the hilt inside of me I gasped. The he proceeded to make me his bitch.

    His groin pounded against my plump ass as his cock moved back and forth inside of me. I loved every moment of it. I was becoming Dirk’s woman, his whore, his bitch. It was the most rewarding, satisfying feeling of my life, up until then. I whimpered and whinnied as my body shook with lust. 

    I knew at that moment I belonged to Dirk. Dirk owned me and I couldn’t have been more thrilled and satisfied with that idea. Dirk’s hands moved from my hips to embrace my budding, pubescent breasts. I loved the way Dirk pinched and squeezed them. That made me feel so much more feminine. Then to my surprise his hands surrounded my “not-so-very-big” testicles and sissy-clit. 

    Dirk took some of the dripping pre-cum onto his fingers and lubed my cock with it. He added some spittle from his mouth and I was soon getting a small erection. It felt so good to be sexually manipulated by Dirk. With his cock now tapping my prostate and his hands fondling my genitalia, I became so wonderfully spellbound. 

    I was within this dreamy state of blissful sexual awareness, where I felt so very much like a girl must feel when the man she adores takes her virginity. Dirk was only a few scant moments away from a climax. I would not be too far behind him. As I felt Dirk’s cock rapidly expand within my anus, I gasped.

    As his penis began to pulse and begin to squirt large gobs of warm, sticky semen, deep within my rectum, I shrieked loudly and girlishly. My screams were brazenly feminine. The hysteria that overcame me at this moment was spectacular. Dirk pumped his load inside me. As his erection subsided he withdrew his cock.

    I’d been so overcome with dithering, girly emotion, that I hadn’t realized that part of my ecstasy was the fact that my sissy-clitoris had discharged its own, very sticky load of cum. I allowed my body to collapse into the comfort of the large king bed. I rolled over to my clutch purse which was perched upon a bedside lamp stand. 

    From my clutch, I produced a tampon. I pushed the tampon into my rectum to stop any flow of Dirk’s ejaculate onto the bedsheets. I also wanted to keep his sperm inside of me. I sighed, sexually sated. Dirk laid beside me and pulled me to him.

    “Oh Dirk. That was so amazing. I cannot wait to be fucked by you once again, Daddy. Can I make you something to eat darling?” I asked.

    “No. There are numerous take-outs in the area that deliver. You can make breakfast though, if you like. But you have to give me a ‘Good morning’ blow job before you do that,” Dirk said.

    “Oh my goodness Dirk, I’m so crazy about you. I don’t know if I’ll be able to restrain the excitement I’m feeling over being with you for two more evenings, my love,” I said as Dirk smothered me with a soothing kiss. 

    “You’ll be just fine Princess,” Dirk said.

    “Daddy, can we cuddle and take a little nap together before we call out for dinner?” I asked.

    “Of course we can Angel. Daddy and Daddy’s pretty girl can cuddle and take a nap,” Dirk said.

    Oh, how much I was in love with this man. I was simply over-the-moon about him. I planned on sucking his cock when we awoke from the nap. I’d do anything he wanted me to do. I’d do just about anything as long as it would make him want to keep me around.

Chapter IV: Motherly Mentoring 

    Esmeralda Franconia was strikingly gorgeous. She was the Epitome of feminine beauty and glamour. As the Headmistress of the Merle Norman Academy of Salon and Spa management, she was above all, the “Face” of the Academy, as well as a martinet and taskmistress to the students in the managerial program.

    She rarely interacted with the girls in the Cosmetology courses. However she oversaw the trainees in the supervisory program and gave us all, especially me, her undivided attention. From all of us she expected our complete attention. When I say she paid special attention to me, it was due to my Aunt Vivian.

    Madame Franconia, as she preferred to be addressed, insisted that my Aunt Vivian was still her most treasured and prized pupil. And so, she expected wonderful things out of me. Though Madame Franconia did not look a day over 35 she was apparently, at 50 years of age, older than Mummy Elaine. Her elegant, auburn tresses were usually kept in an intricate, dramatic upsweep. 

    Her attire tended to favor the Paris and New York, runway fashions.  While most of her pupils were in heels that ranged from “Kitten” heels, or two to three-inches, Madame Franconia spent the entire day, almost always on her feet, in tall four and five-inch spike heels. Her makeup was flawless and distinct, bordering on the theatrical. 

    She was also extravagantly bejeweled, with earrings, bracelets and necklaces. Nevertheless, she was well-respected in her field and quite popular among her peers and staff. After my first day of classes I spoke with my aunt about Madame Franconia.

    “Auntie Viv, you didn’t tell me you were the teacher’s pet when you attended the Merle Norman Academy? Madame Esmeralda must have brought up your name a dozen times today. And not just with me, but the rest of my classmates. She seems to expect me to be just like you, it appears,” I said.

    “Well, Tamara, then I would say, give her what she’s looking for. Emulation is the most obvious form of flattery, darling,” Aunt Vivian said.

    “Exactly what do you mean by that, Aunt Viv?” I asked.

    “You must realize at this point, after meeting Esmeralda, that my appearance at the salon and spa, is very closely modeled upon, Esmeralda’s style of dress, coiffure and makeup application,” Auntie Vivian offered.

    “Well yes, it’s more than apparent now. So you think I should do the same for classes?” I asked.

    “Yes I do, and why not? I began dressing and grooming in this style while I was at Salon and Spa management school. As the manageress, you are, after all, the ‘Face’ of your salon. You are who the customers see and look to first when you greet them,” Auntie replied, prior to going on. 

    “Don’t change all at once. Begin with your hair. Wear it up and off of your face. That way you can enhance and show off your makeup and Jewelry even more so. Next, change your style of dress and footwear,” my aunt suggested.

    “Oh my, Madame spent the entire day in five-inch spikes on Friday,” I gasped.

    “Yes. And how many times have I discussed with you the price we pay to be beautiful and appealing, my dear niece?” Aunt Vivian asked.

    So Monday for class, I swept my hair back and tied it into a tall, high, sleek ponytail that flipped back and touched my left shoulder. I thought I caught Madame’s eye, but it wasn’t until our lunch break that Madame spoke of it.

    I was seated at the cafe across the street from the salon when Madame Esmeralda strode in perched on her five-inch spikes. She took the other seat at my small table for two, directly across from me. Smiling, she said, “Miss Ames, I’d like to complement you on your choice of ‘Do’s’ today. An upswept pony such as you are wearing, shows off your immaculate complexion and fabulous bone structure to good form.”

    “Very stylish. You have lovely skin. Just as your Aunt Vivian always has possessed. You appear to also have her panache with cosmetics. I expect you to perform as well as she did also. Are you up to the task Miss Ames?” Esmeralda asked.

    “I dearly hope so. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you or Auntie Viv, in any way,” I said as a waitress brought us both a menu.

    We ordered. After the waitress brought our drinks, Madame handed me a business card.

    “I’d like you to join me for lunch at One PM, this coming Saturday at my residence. My address is hand-written on the back of the card, along with the date and time. I’d like to get to know you much better, having got to know your Aunt Vivian so very well. Required attire is no different than you would wear to class,” Madame Esmeralda said.

    I put the card into my wallet, inside of my purse without looking at it, saying, “Thank you Madame. I look forward to luncheon with you. I do have a date that night with my boyfriend. But he won’t be picking me up until 7 PM,” I added.

    “Oh yes. Dirk, isn’t it? Dirk Ralston. A money manager. Much older than you, isn’t he? Thirty-Two or Thirty-Three, I think Vivian said? Yes, your Aunt Viv and I still stay in touch. Oh, here’s our lunch, Tamara,” Esmeralda said, using my first name, for the first time to my recent recollection. 

    The week of classes went by quickly. I dressed, coiffed and applied my makeup very carefully for my luncheon at Madame’s residence. When I posed and preened for my Aunt Viv, she was quite impressed.

    “You look stunning, Tamara. The swirled upsweep is the perfect choice for a hairdo to do lunch with Esmeralda. Please give her my best. And have a wonderful time, dear,” my aunt said.

    I hadn’t said a thing to my aunt about her sharing with Esmeralda concerning my affair with Dirk. I’d seen Dirk once again during the summer during the Labor Day Holiday weekend. By then my aunt was home from her cruises. Dirk and I had went to Auntie Vivian’s to have lunch with her. Apparently when my Aunt had Dirk “Checked out,” that had included a trip to his office, under the guise of my aunt seeking financial advice. 

    Dirk had not seemed at all bothered by that, and said he thought it was her right as she was the aunt of someone under the age of eighteen. Lunch with Auntie Vivian had went well. Dirk and I had spent the rest of the weekend screwing and he had absolutely ravaged me. I was in a complete daze on the train ride home. I had returned to Princeton three weeks later to move in with Auntie Vivian and attend Salon Management school.

    It had now been three weeks since I’d moved in with Auntie Viv and Dirk and I had engaged in three Saturday evening dates. All three had ended with me in Dirk’s bedroom each and every time. We’d screw the night away and I’d always wake Dirk up Sunday morning by sucking his cock. 

    While driving over to have lunch with Esmeralda all I could think of was having Dirk’s huge cock between my ass-cheeks that evening. Esmeralda had a lovely, large home in a gated community. She’d told me during the week she had servants to clean and cook for her, but they didn’t live-in. 

    True to her word, Esmeralda answered the door and greeted me effusively with a very affectionate hug and a soft kiss upon each of my blushed cheeks. She looked very elegant. If it was actually possible, she may have appeared yet more discerning than she usually was at the Spa. She led me over to a table where she had a tasteful looking buffet set out.  

   She invited me to try a Mimosa which certainly contained more Champagne than it contained orange juice. I served myself a dish of broiled summer scallops, brown rice, steamed green beans and a garden salad. We upon Esmeralda’s lovely garden patio on what was an unusually warm autumn day. 

    Esmeralda described for me the various flowers her gardeners had planted the past spring, and her year round shrubbery and improvements she planned. Then she looked into my eyes and said, “Do you realize how absolutely lovely you are Tamara? I’ve sought out a pretty obedient girl such as you for some time now. It’s such a shame to find her and discover she’s interested in men.”

    I was quite surprised and even more shaken by that comment, but Esmeralda continued, unabated, adding, “You see, though I’ve been modestly bisexual in my lifetime, these days I’ve found myself to be an aggressive feminist and a committed Lesbian. I think men are pigs, Tamara. Especially a thirty-three year old man that would prey about on a darling child such as you.”

    She’d finished her plate of food. She took a sip from her Mimosa and freshened my drink. Then Esmeralda stood up and walked to a spot behind me. She began to massage my shoulders with her surprisingly strong fingers and hands. The manipulation of my neck and shoulder-blades was amazingly “Deep-tissue.” Esmeralda was quite the skilled masseuse.

    I relaxed as she cooed to me. I ceased to even slightly nibble, daintily at my repast. After one last sip of my second Mimosa I closed my eyes and folded my hands demurely within my lap. I then relaxed my neck and shoulders and allowed Esmeralda to take me dreamily away into her world of female elegance. 

    “Though, I could see how a young, vital girl such as you, could be easily impressed with the overpowering strength you must feel when you are held in the arms of a very masculine man. Of course the tactile sense is purely physical in nature,” Esmeralda opined.

    “Unless you’ve experienced the emotional well-being provided from being held in the arms of a strong, aggressive female you wouldn’t note the difference. Having a powerful, demanding, but loving female for a lover, provides a subservient girl with everything her mother once provided, except for the sensual security and comfort which only Sapphic love bestows,” Esmeralda added as I sighed ever so deeply.

    “Oh, Madame Esmeralda. I’m beginning to feel so conflicted. Oh my, what you are doing to me is so crazy. I love it, but then I wonder if I should be here enjoying this so much?” I gasped as she raised me to my feet and turned me to look at her.

    “Oh course you should be enjoying it, silly. We’re two very lovely, sumptuous, sensual women who have sexual feelings that need to be addressed. We’re together, by ourselves, exploring our sexuality. What could be wrong, with that, Tamara?” Esmeralda asked.

    “Well, I have a boyfriend I’m supposed to go out on a date with in about five hours from now. He’s picking me up at my aunt’s residence,” I dithered, wondering if that answer would be adequate for Madame.

    “You’ll be ready. Don’t fret. You need not even to go back to your Aunt Vivian’s home to bathe and change. I can bathe you right here. I have some lovely porcelain tubs and aromatic bath salts and lotions. I also have numerous, gorgeous designer fashions to robe you in. I’ll even do your hair and makeup. How’s that darling? You can text him and tell him you’ll meet him at his place. Why don’t we both get undressed and you may come to my boudoir and bed with me,” Madame Esmeralda intoned.

    “But, I mean Dirk. I mean my boyfriend. Well what will I tell him?” I asked, terribly confused. 

    “Oh, now I see. You think you’ll be unfaithful to him? You don’t have to tell him a thing. You know why? I’m not a man. I’m a female and we are taking part in a lovely, Lesbian coupling. You’re not cheating, you’re simply engaging in sexual experimentation,” Madame added, kissing me passionately upon my puckered lips.

    “Oh, that was so very nice, Madame,” I cooed.

     “Oh my but I’m so conflicted,” I said, as Esmeralda took me by the hand and led me to her elegant boudoir. 

    Almost immediately she turned me around to unbutton my dress and unsnap my brassiere. She didn’t waste nary a moment. As I stepped out of my heels and slithered out of my form fitting dress, Esmeralda disrobed. She had a sensational body for a 35 year-old female, let alone the woman of 50 years-old that she actually was. The word “Stunning” did not quite do her justice. 

    She uncoiled her upsweep. Still in high-heels, she smiling minced towards me and took my hair down. As she shook her curls loose, she ran her gorgeously French-Manicured nails through my hair and laughingly “fluffed” my tresses for her amusement.

    “Oh my gracious but you are an absolute living doll aren’t you Tamara? Take those panties off. I want to see that sexy, girly, clit-thing you have. Oh, very nice. We’ll see what we can do with that, won’t we? I’m thinking of taking you off hormones and getting you on some fantastic herbal treatments I know of,” she remarked as if she already owned me.

    “Your tits are very nice. Have you ever considered a boob-job? I’m a real female and I’ve had mine fixed. I know a sensational surgeon. In any event, I’ll cease my fussing. It’s time we got you into my bed, isn’t it?” Esmeralda added as she turned me around and maneuvered me beneath her satin sheets.

    As we snuggled, cuddled, kissed, giggled, sighed and groped, I knew instantly that this was different, and that this was something I could enjoy and even revel in. Kissing schoolgirls had not been an exciting thing for me. Of course being screwed by Dirk was fabulous. But cuddling with my Mummy Elaine and being masturbated by my Auntie Viv, had awakened something within me that I couldn’t seem to identify.

    However, while being in the strong, loving arms of Madame Esmeralda Franconia, I experienced not only a re-awakening, but a rebirth. With this mature, sexually experienced and worldly female, I was immersed in sensations I had never dreamed existed. With this lady, older than both my Auntie Viv and my Mummy Elaine, I had obtained the best of both those worlds and more.

    I now knew the loving companionship of a mother, the support of a sexy aunt, and the sexual excitement of a dominant, mature mentor all within the same woman. My cock actually had grown firmer than when I coupled with Dirk. Esmeralda knew how a girl wanted her tits to be fondled. Her touch was absolutely electric. 

    When, at some point, Esmeralda positioned my face over her pussy, I finally knew the excitement and wonderful aroma of immersing my tongue and lips into a woman’s pudenda and clit. It was so very gratifying. And when I heard Esmeralda hiss, and felt her thighs tension, I was filled with sexual bliss.

    Laying in her arms as she purred in post-coital peacefulness, I didn’t care at all that I’d yet to climax. I was happy that my “New Mummy” had experienced Nirvana. I was then pleasantly surprised when her fingers surrounded my sissy-clit and she said, “We need to make this girly-thing spurt, don’t we Angel? Kneel on all fours, for Mummy, darling.” 

    She placed one lubed set of well-manicured fingers around my swelling penis. Two lubed fingers of her other hand entered my anus. The feeling was just so terribly amazing. Honestly, Dirk’s massive cock had never energized my libido the way Madame Esmeralda was at that moment. 

    My ass wiggled and I purred like a sex-starved little kitten. The sexual tension that was building throughout my body was overwhelming. Madame squeezed my penis as if she were milking it. He fingers moved around in my anus, engaging my prostate, time and time again. When I finally did climax I screamed like a banshee. The orgasm was so intense I must have passed out?

    When I did come to I barely knew where I was. I thought of Dirk and meeting him at Aunt Vivian’s I started to rise from the bed, when Madame held me back with a hand across my abdomen, and asked, “Just where do you think you are going in such a rush, young lady?”

    “Madame Esmeralda I really must be getting back to Auntie Vivian’s. I need to take a nap, then bathe, do my hair and face as well as dress for my date,” I said, exasperated.

    “And didn’t I tell you that you could do all of that here and meet your boyfriend at his residence? Give me you cell phone. Now let me see. What shall I tell him? I know,” Madame said.

    “Dirk, I’m tied up with the headmistress from the Merle Norman Academy. We had lunch and then we exercised. I’m going to nap and then get ready for our date here. I’ll meet you at your place. Kisses, Tamara. Now see? Wasn’t that so easy?” Madame asked. 

    Shortly after Dirk answered the text that Madame had sent with my cell phone, writing, “That sounds good honey. I’ll see you here at seven.”

    “Now let’s finish our Mimosa’s and take an afternoon nap. When we waken I’ll draw you a bathe and bathe you. Then I’ll do your hair and makeup, as well as give you the pick of my wardrobe to wear. I’ll have my girl launder your things and I’ll deliver them to you at the Academy when they’re done,” Madame said as she handed me the remainder of my Mimosa.

    I slept a very relaxing sleep after having such steamy sex. When I awoke, Madame Franconia was running a hot, scented bath for me. After sex, outside of having more sex, a hot bath is the best. She lathered my hair for a shampoo before stepping away to lay out my wardrobe and ready the hair care products she would be using. 

    She put me into a waist cinch to begin dressing me. She really tightened the laces snugly. I could feel my waist compress as my boobs jutted out. Garters, stockings and a tight panty-brief followed as well as an uplift brassiere. I chose a very basic, “Little Black Dress” with a strand of pearls and four-inch heels.

    I was going to be teasingly a little taller than the Dirk, who was six-feet tall. And when Madame was done setting my hair in colorful hot rollers, and done giving me a tall-upsweep, I’d be a little taller yet, though much slimmer than my sinewy boyfriend. Dirk was not “Body-builder” muscular. His muscle was more lean and taut. With evening makeup, jewelry in the manner of bracelets and earrings, all that was left was a spray of expensive French perfume.

    I was ready to drive over to meet Dirk. It was then, as Madame escorted me to my car that I realized my aunt had not called to see why I’d been at Esmeralda’s for such a lengthy time. But when Madame touched me and pursed her lips to give me an “air kiss” I forgot everything.

    “I want you and your man to have a lovely time. I do hope I haven’t exhausted your ability to perform sexually? Then again, you’ll be engaging in a different form of sexual activity, won’t you? You and I need to attempt that same manner of coital engagement soon. Have a wonderful evening Tamara. You may return my things at your leisure,” Madame smiled.

    “On the other hand, you look lovely in everything darling. I want you to keep them,” she laughed.

    Dirk didn’t seem at all to think that me spending the entire day with Madame Franconia to be anything unusual at all. I hoped he’d take me clubbing that evening, but instead he took me to one of the pricey restaurants away from the university area. I really did long for some sexy “Cheek-to-cheek” dancing to get me in a sexual mood.

    But after a romantic walk through a treed, downtown area, holding hands, I was in the mood. Once we returned to Dirk’s Tudor styled home, things got more interesting. There couldn’t possibly be anything sexier than being “Leashed and Collared” by my manly boyfriend, and being made to crawl, “Doggy-Style” into his bedroom.

    That always got my sexual juices flowing. I had been made to strip completely naked with the exception of my excessively tight corset. I crawled into his room behind him. When we reached the side of his bed he pulled on the leash and had me kneel upright. Pulling me to him, he removed the leash and left the collar around my neck.

    “I think you know what I want you to do, my little sissy slut? Get to work girl,” Dirk said.

    I took his swollen cock through my lips and into my mouth. I Deep-throated it and fondled his balls, getting him ready. I wanted to swallow his cum, but he told me I could do that for breakfast. When he was rock-hard he sat on the side of the bed.

    “Get up here, Tamara. Get on my lap, face me and lock those gorgeous legs around my waist. Daddy needs to give you a good fucking. I haven’t seen you all week. My balls are full. I’m going to bury my cock so deep within your asshole you are going to faint with the excitement,” Dirk promised.

    As I lowered myself down onto his penis he held me so tightly. Once his cock was deep within me and my legs were locked around his waist, he held me close and snugly to him. I sucked and bit his neck. He did the same to me as he bounced me up and down on his cock. 

    As he screwed me I couldn’t help but think about what Madame Esmeralda had said about the difference between being held within the arms of a man and the arms of a woman. She talked about the feeling of strength a woman could feel when a man held a woman in his arms. The snugness, the tightness, the illusion of safety.

    But when I was in Esmeralda’s arms, she was correct. It was as if I were wrapped in this warm cocoon of mysterious, cuddling love. It was an all-encompassing feeling of warmth, safety, security, protection and bliss. But I couldn’t deny the way Dirk’s pumping cock made me feel.

    As it went up and down inside my anus, I gasped, cooed, screeched and sighed. He really owned me when he fucked me. At the moment when he climaxed, I loved how his hot, creamy ejaculate filled me up. After our date that night it was no different. 

    Even if I had climaxed while Esmeralda had jacked me off and finger fucked my asshole, I still squirted sperm as Dirk ejaculated. My cum went all over Dirk’s tummy. Whenever that happened I knew he’d make me kneel upon the bed and lick his stomach clean. 

    When he’d finished pumping his load inside of me I did what I always would do. I put a tampon up my ass and knelt on the bed over him. I loved holding his sperm inside of me all night. I brushed the curls of my mussed Updo away from my face.

    “May I lick my cum off of Daddy’s tummy, my Master?” I asked.

    “Yes Tamara, you may. Then brush your teeth before you lay down with me to kiss and cuddle,” Dirk stated.

    Later while we cuddled, he mentioned my scent, saying, “I love the perfume you have on Tamara. I’ve never noticed you wearing that, before. I like it,” Dirk said.

    “I dressed at Esmeralda’s. She put it on me. It’s an expensive French perfume she wears. I’ll get the name of it from her and you can buy me some. I like it also,” I added, holding his cock in my hand.

    Prior to me getting up to make breakfast Sunday morning, I gave my lover his usual “Good Morning” blow job. I swallowed every drop of his seed. I was glad I’d been keeping a few things at Dirk’s. I changed into a cute sundress and sandal heels after a shower. 

    Then my cell phone rang. It was Aunt Vivian. “Good morning Auntie,” I said.

    “Well, yes and good morning to you. I assume you are at Dirk’s? Esmeralda tells me you spent the day with her. She said you did lunch, then an exercise workout, and took a nap. So why don’t you and Dirk come over for lunch today at One? The three of us haven’t lunched together since I met him,” my aunt said.

    “I don’t know Auntie. One moment. Dirk. My Aunt wants to know if the three of us could do lunch at her place today? One PM?” I asked, holding the phone away from me.

    “Sure that would be nice. We haven’t gotten together for some time,” Dirk said.

    “Yes, Auntie we’ll be there at one.” I assured her.

    My Aunt could be so pushy when she wanted something. We arrived in separate cars, but Dirk was right behind me. We walked in together and we found Auntie in the modernized kitchen of her old Victorian. Dirk and Aunt Viv hugged.

    “Well, young lady, you really do have excellent taste in men,” my aunt said teasingly, winking at Dirk.

    “And from the time I met you Vivian I knew who Tamara got her sensational great looks from,” Dirk added, suavely. 

     “Well I hope you’re taking good care of my girl, Dirk?” Auntie smiled.

    Lunch went quite well. My aunt and Dirk had hit it off just great from our first luncheon, and Auntie Viv asked Dirk for his business card, saying, “My portfolio manager is retiring, and it’s about time I sat down with someone else to discuss my business as well as my investments.”

    By the middle of the following week Esmeralda mentioned a week long Merle Norman conference she was attending in Los Angeles after the Christmas holidays. 

    “The weather there is fabulous that time of year compared to the dreary cold around here. I’d love for you to accompany me. Ask your Aunt Vivian about the fabulous time we had attending together. And it will help you with your career as a salon manager. Or even if you would ever consider working for me at the Salon Management Academy,” Esmeralda intoned.

    “Well it sounds very nice. I’d have to check with both my Aunt Viv as well as Dirk. I mean I’d be away at least a week if not more with the travel, correct?” I asked.

    “Well yes, but I’m certain both Vivian as well as Dirk would want you to go, especially if it would advance your career darling. In fact they will likely insist that you attend. I know that I really believe you owe it to yourself. Truthfully I insist that you accompany me,” Esmeralda added.

    Then she got close to me and said, “We need to get to know each other even more than we did last Saturday. I enjoyed being with you so much, and I’m certain you feel the same. Don’t you Tamara?” Esmeralda asked.

    I could smell her gorgeous perfume and I felt the warmth of her body against me. I couldn’t help myself when I said, touching her hand and squeezing it, “Yes Madame Esmeralda. I did enjoy being with you intimately. And I would love to go away with you for a week.”

    We were near her office at the Academy. She opened the door and we stepped inside. As soon as she shut the door and locked it, we embraced and kissed passionately. When we separated from the kiss Esmeralda said, “We need to be together more frequently Tamara. I’ll see to it. I promise you.”

Chapter V: Confusion and Conflict

     About three weeks after the end of the holiday season, Madame Esmeralda and I took an Uber from her residence in Princeton, to the airport in Philadelphia. Our flight was booked to take us to LAX in Los Angeles, California. We were leaving on a Friday morning. The Merle Norman Convention was to run from Saturday to the following Friday.

    “This way, darling, we can relax in LA and get a good nights rest in out Hotel suite prior to the activities beginning on the following day. Though I scarcely doubt I’ll be able to get too much sleep sharing a suite of rooms in a hotel with a lovely little piece of fluff such as you, my darling Tamara Viviana?” Madame said as she leaned over and whispered in my ear as our flight leveled off at 40,000 feet.

    The trysts between Madame and I had continued. We now not only got together for luncheons on various Saturday’s, but I could expect to find myself bent over Madame’s office desk at the Academy, about twice a week, with her strap-on dildo being thrust back and forth within my tight, lubricated rectum. 

    I was also, of course, being pleasured by Dirk, though the frequency of our weekend dates and overnight stays at Dirk’s residence had lessened somewhat over the holidays. In any event, even at nearly nineteen-years-old, the frequent sexual activity had rendered my backside sore from time to time. 

    And Madame’s fawning attention of me now occasionally brought titters and smirks from the other students at the Merle Norman Academy. Thankfully, Dirk and I had never gotten together with Madame, so Dirk really didn’t know a thing about the very harmless affair Madame and I were carrying on.

    Dirk and Auntie Vivian got along famously and I was quite happy about that. As soon as I finally would get settled in as a manager of Aunt Vivians South Brunswick Township salon, I suspected Dirk would be asking me to move in with him. It was going to be so much fun “Playing House” with Dirk and being his sexy housewife. 

    I also hoped that by moving in with Dirk, it would send the signal to Madame that it was now time for our sexual indiscretions to cease. During the flight to LA, Madame could not keep her hands and lips off of me. We were in first class and seated side by side of course, in a row with only two seats.

    Madame would rub my thighs and kiss my cheek and lips softly on occasion. She would also whisper sexual innuendos into my ear. We each had two cocktails on the five hour flight and my libido had been primed by the time we reached our deluxe suite at the Beverly Hills Wilshire. Everyone there seemed to know Madame Esmeralda. 

    We were soon ensconced and settled into our room. After we freshened up, Madame looked at the hotel menu and mixed us both a drink from our hotel room bar. As we sat down I waved off the drink she was handing me. She would hear none of it and said, “Drink this darling and relax. I don’t think either of us are interested in eating after that long flight.”

    She then patted the cushion next to her on the loveseat, adding, “Come over here. I know what I’m interested in. Let’s cuddle and snuggle while we sip our drinks. You are too gorgeous for words Tamara Viviana Ames. I don’t intend to waste a moments time alone with you. You’re ravishing and I need to ravage you,” she said, putting an arm around me.

    We each took a sip of our drinks and then she kissed me. The mixture of our lipsticks mingling and the taste of alcohol on our breaths was an amazing turn on for me.

    “Now wasn’t that sexy? You are too sensuous for words you minx. I packed all sorts of toys and lubricants for this little getaway we’re having. I’m going to be showing you off to many of my friends. But you’re also going to be my love slave whenever we’re alone,” Madame said.

    “You’ll like that, won’t you Tamara?” Madame asked.

    I had to admit I loved being with her and all the attention she paid to me and I told her so by saying, “Yes, Esmeralda. I do adore being with you. You treat me as if I were an absolute Princess. I cannot describe how I feel when you hold me or when you make love to me. It’s so incredibly rewarding.”

    We finished our drinks. Madame mixed us each a second drink but then took me by the hand and pulled me along into one of the suite’s  bedrooms, saying, “This will be my boudoir while we are staying here. The other will be your’s. That’s how I had the bell-hop situate our luggage. It’s still early in the day with the time change between coasts. We have time to make love and then make an appearance in the dining room, later on.”

    “It will get everyone talking. My past acquaintances will wonder who the piece of fluff is, that I’m with. Let me find my dildo and some lubricant for us and maybe some handcuffs. I love these ornate four-poster beds. So much fun to make love in the way the libertines once did. Please disrobe darling. I can hardly wait to get you in my clutches,” Madame said.

    I could see it was going to be an interesting week, sexually. But what is life, without surprises and excitement? As I had been instructed to, I removed all of my clothing. Madame Esmeralda did the same. She then turned down the bed sheets and motioned for me to climb into bed, saying, “We both need to get warmed up, Angel. Then I’ll get out some toys and we can play some games. It would be a terrible shame to waste such a lovely suite of rooms by taking a nap or reading a book, wouldn’t it?”

    My lesbian lover and I embraced warmly and passionately. My introduction to Sapphic lovemaking, by Esmeralda Franconia, had been quite inspiring. Those soft gentle kisses, followed by firm groping, licking and sucking. However, I’d been educated as to what lovemaking in a Female Led Relationship was like, especially for a pampered, sissy Princess such as me.

    I’d now been initiated into the nuances of faux-penises, restraints, and servility which sissies of my type learned to take for granted when their lover was a member of the mysterious Cassandra Sisterhood. I’d yet to be privy to all the secrets and rites of the cryptic society, though I understood that Esmeralda was a member as were numerous of her associates. 

    I still had my sights set on a long-term relationship with Dirk, and at this juncture considered my affair with Esmeralda to be a dalliance. Though, I was slowly rummaging deeper and deeper into her magical web of mysticism and eroticism. Our first romantic encounter in Los Angeles was to be no different.

    Esmeralda electrified my body and my sensuality with her firm, loving guidance. I was gasping and sighing as her hands squeezed and probed my most hedonistic hot spots. I was then only on mild hormone dosages, however my body had continued to become more feminine through the use of very arcane, herbal treatments. 

    I had lovely, firm, nubile breasts and nicely rounded hips. Yet, I could still maintain a pleasing erection. As my penis grew in Esmeralda’s hands she insisted her pussy needed the attention of my fingers, tongue and lips. As my “Mistress” her pleasure came first unless she insisted otherwise. So between her thighs my face was to be positioned. 

    My tongue and lips then went to work exciting my mentor’s clitoris. I loved the heavily perfumed scent of her pudenda as it blended with her natural womanly aroma’s. It was truly intoxicating. I also loved to listen to her moans and sighs as she became closer to climax. 

    Upon the particular occasion I am describing, as Esmeralda became really wound up, she stopped me from going any further and told me to position myself on my knees with my torso close to the headboard. As I knelt there I could, hear her rummaging within her “Toy-box.”

    “Let me see? Yes, I have everything. Give me your hand Angel,” Esmeralda said as she snatched a handcuff around my right wrist. She looped the chain and the other cuff around the center-post of the large, ornate, antique-reproduction bed. 

    “That’s a dear, my pet. Bring Mummy your other hand,” Esmeralda added as she fastened my left wrist into the other cuff. I was effectively now bound on the bed’s center-price and wasn’t going anywhere very soon. 

    It wasn’t as if I didn’t then expect to be cropped with her cane or screwed with her dildo. It would be the dildo on this occasion, as Esmeralda then inserted the end of an applicator tube into my rectum. She squeezed out a generous portion of anesthetic lubricant well up into my anus. 

    She then began to penetrate my rectal cavity. When I felt her tap my prostate, I mewled and squirmed. She laughed, saying, “If you only knew what you are about to do for me, my Princess. There are some cute nubs on my end of this double-ended dildo. As the rubber penis  goes in and out of your ass, it does the same to my pussy. The tiny nubs stimulate Mummy’s clit.”

    With that, Esmeralda reached around and put some of the excess lube on my penis and balls. I let out a gasp. Again she remarked, “Don’t worry. As long as you still have a nice little set of balls and a cock, Mummy will take care of her girl.”

    That was nice to know. Soon, Madame Esmeralda was screwing me into the headboard, with aggressive thrusts from her hips. I was being fucked silly as if I were a rag-doll. I gasped and screeched as my bound arms pushed against the headboard of the King-sized bed. The thought occured to me that I was in for a week of this vigorous sexual role-play. 

    My penis expanded due to the pounding my ass was taking, as well as the ministrations from Esmeralda’s skilled, lubricated fingers. I could both hear and feel Esmeralda’s breathing as well as her passion increase. I then heard a rattling groan coming from her throat as she exploded into a climax. The mania of her assault on my rectum picked up in intensity. As she squeezed my penis and testicles I began to spurt wildly all over the pillows in front of me.

    The fact that I was pinioned to the headboard, mattered so very little to Madame, as her orgasm subsided. She rolled over onto her back, the dildo still sticking out of her vagina. I dangled by my handcuffs as Madame relaxed in her post-climactic peacefulness. As her breaths came more smoothly, she stirred and casually looked around for the keys to my handcuffs.

    “Here they are, my Pet. Let me release you from your bonds. You’ve been such a good girl for Mummy. You’ll need to lick as much of your sperm off of those pillows as you can. In any event change these pillows with the pillows in the other boudoir, where you’ll be sleeping, unless of course, I desire your presence in my bed,” Madame said.

    We took a nap until mid-afternoon. Madame had some light fare sent to the room. She had me call for dinner reservations in the Wilshire main dining room. I used her name for the reservation. After a delicate repast, we both took scented baths and began to prepare for dining. After my bath, powdering and moisturizing, and in my lingerie and underthings, I made my way to Madame’s boudoir.

    Her hair was up in hot rollers and she was applying her makeup. She turned to me and said, “I want us both made-up with evening styled cosmetics, and our hair in similar bouffant-flips, dear. Let’s do some very elegant attire and tall heels. I want to make an impression this evening at dinner. There will be many of my associates from Merle Norman there.”

    “Yes Madame,” I replied.

    “Part of what I intend to do is show you off as my assistant and companion. In addition to Merle Norman ladies, there will be numerous Sister’s of mine from my Feminist Society, the Cassandra Sisterhood. They will be yet more impressed with you, I’m certain,” Madame explained.

    I’d heard little about her Ladies Feminism group, and I did know Auntie Vivian had recently become an avid member. It sounded as if many of the women in the Merle Norman Clique belonged to this Society. I pivoted on my Marabous and went back to my boudoir to more thoroughly prepare myself for the evening.

    By the time I met Madame Franconia in the sitting room, we were both dressed and dolled-up to the nines. Our hair was teased and flipped. We were drenched in expensive perfume. We both wore glittery, figure-hugging mini-dresses and we were perched on five-inch high-heels. Before we left the room Madame requested that I fasten a piece of jewelry upon her neck.

    Of course it was a necklace. The chain was gold, and the brooch hanging from the chain was made of a black onyx stone and formed into the shape of an Obsidian Rose. It was very striking and eye-catching.

    As we made our way in to the dining room at the Wilshire, we both turned heads. Even without a butt-plug in my rectum I walked with the exaggerated wiggle of a pleasure-ridden slut.

    As often had been occurring, due to frequent anal sex with either Dirk or Madame Esmeralda, my rectum was quite tender, making it difficult to wear a dilator in my anus. Nevertheless, the repetitive anal activity had stretched my rectal cavity and had even aided in giving me a mincing wiggle to my gait, that many people found both amusing as well as sexily attractive. 

    I shouldn’t have been surprised when the obviously homosexual Maitre De effusively greeted Madame and asked, “Will Madame Franconia be sitting as her usual table? I reserved it when your secretary called in the reservation.”

    “Of course Carlo. Carlo I’d like you to meet my ladies’ companion, Tamara Ames. Tamara, this is my favorite Maitre De, Carlo,”Madame said.

    The table we were placed at gave Madame a view of the entire seating area of the restaurant and made us visible to anyone entering the restaurant. Madame also had Carlo move my chair, at our table for two, to where I was seated at a right-angle to Madame Esmeralda instead of directly across from her. 

    “This makes it easier for me to fawn over you my lovely girl. And I can so readily touch your hand and play with your sprayed curls, darling,” Madame explained.

     As we ate, I watched, as Madame would gently raise her hand and nod to various tables where people that knew her were being seated. By the time we made our way to the lobby, there were several people waiting to speak to Madame. Madame stopped in a convenient location and appeared to signal to each individual that they might approach her and converse with her.

    A mature lady of approximately Madame’s age, proceeded towards  her with a lovely, delicate blonde girl of twenty-something. The lady smiled and said, “Esmeralda, it is always a delight to see you. And who is this lovely Angel accompanying you, dear?”

    “This is one of my students as well as my Ladies’ companion. Her name is Tamara Ames,” said Madame, extending her left hand. To my surprise, the lady took Madame’s hand and kissed it. More accurately, she kissed the Black Onyx ring with an Obsidian Rose, identical to the Black Rose Madame wore upon her necklace. 

    As the lady kissed the ring she whispered, “Hail to Cassandra, my Sister.”

    Madame smiled and repeated, “Yes. Hail to Cassandra, Sister Olivia. Olivia, is the delectable blonde with you, your darling Chloe? She seems so much more composed and ultra-feminine these days.”

    “Yes it is Chloe. She should be more reserved and girlish. We had her fixed this past Autumn. Didn’t we dearest? And she loves it. Don’t you Princess? Chloe, extend the proper greeting to Madame and tell her how much you love being neutered,” Olivia stated.

    “It is an honor to see you again, Madame Priestess Esmeralda. Yes, I’m sorry I ever put off being gelded. It was so silly of me. Life is so much easier to live, without all those conflicting emotions,” said Chloe, who curtseyed very grandiosely to Madame. 

    “Chloe and Tamara. Why not give each other a sweet kiss upon the cheek? That’s very nice girls. Olivia. Forgive me but I have other Sister’s that are waiting to pay their tribute to me,” Madame added as Olivia bowed, excused herself, and took her leave.

    For the next hour or so, various women, in general accompanied by a young, sweet girl, would speak with Madame, kiss her outstretched hand and inquire about me. Then they would introduce the girl accompanying them. I was surprised at the way Madame was treated as if she were royalty. 

    This sort of thing would take place throughout the convention, where Madame was even the keynote speaker. I felt quite proud that I was her chosen companion for the event. In the evenings, prior to bedtime I took great care to do Madame’s nails, brush her hair and very deliberately, moisturize her body prior to falling into bed and being ravaged by her. 

    For whatever reason, I had thought we’d be returning to the Philadelphia airport on the following Sunday? In fact that was the date I’d given to both Dirk and Aunt Vivian. Instead, we boarded a plane at LAX and lifted off from the runway at 6 AM on a Saturday morning, a full day earlier. With the five hour flight, the time change, and the Uber drive from Philadelphia to Madame’s home in Princeton we arrived at around 4 PM.

    Throughout the flight, Madame Esmeralda fondled my thighs, squeezed my hands lovingly, and kissed me softly on my cheek and lips. She also tempted me with the life she could offer me.

    “Tamara. Should you ever find life with your aunt or Dirk to be unsatisfactory, there will always be a place in my home for you. I even have a job opportunity or two, for you, should you find Salon Management to not be your cup of tea. I could use an astute Executive assistant such as you, and very shortly, Melanie, my registrar at the Academy will be marrying, and moving to New York to have children and raise a family,” Madame announced.

    “I can assure you my Princess, I will swathe you in designer fashions and you’ll be pampered at the world’s finest salons whenever we travel. You will know elegance you never dreamed existed,” Madame added.

    “Madame Esmeralda, you honor me so much when you say such things to me. I don’t know how to thank you,” I effused. 

    I was sorely tempted to take Madame up on relaxing and spending the evening with her, when we returned to Princeton. But, I really had an itch in my loins to see Dirk. So I declined and drove away, in my new BMW which Auntie Viv had bought for me. When I arrived at Dirk’s residence, I was disappointed to see that he wasn’t in. I was tempted to use my key to let myself in and wait for him.

    But instead, I decided to drive home to see Aunt Vivian and kick back, relax and tell her about my trip to Los Angeles. When I did arrive at Aunt Viv’s driveway, I saw something disturbing that I really didn’t want to see. Parked next to my Aunt Vivian’s Mercedes was Dirk’s Lexus SUV.

    I shook in disbelief. Could it really be possible? So many emotions flooded through me at that moment. I did everything I could to compose myself. Surely there was a reasonable explanation? I was less than two scant months from my nineteenth birthday. Of course I was immature and selfish.

    Since my feminization had begun, I’d been treated just like a little Princess by my Aunt Viv, her friends, my Mummy Elaine and now Madame Esmeralda. I liked having things my way. If my boyfriend Dirk was screwing my Auntie Vivian, that certainly wasn’t my idea of me getting my way.

    As I turned the key in the lock to the front door of the home my Aunt Vivian and I lived in, it never even dawned on me that I’d just spent an entire week in California being screwed like a little whore, by a lady who was older than my Mummy Elaine. 

    That didn’t matter. What mattered most to me at the moment was that my boyfriend was likely a cheat. I was glad I was wearing ballet flats and not high-heels as I tiptoed towards my Auntie Vivian’s boudoir. High heels can be so noisy on hardwood flooring. As I approached the unlocked boudoir door I could hear the obvious and familiar sounds of raw, raunchy, sexual activity taking place. 

    I could hear Dirk’s mannish grunts and my Aunt Viv’s whispering sighs. Then I heard the definite sound of a major climax from my Aunt’s very lips. “Oh, for goodness sakes, you animal! I’m coming! Oh, gracious me, you’re exploding too!” Auntie Vivian screamed.

    I stood at the door listening further as things quieted down. I didn’t have to enter the room. I could have turned around and went back out the front door and driven to Esmeralda’s for the evening. But, I’m a “Drama Queen” and I wanted to make a scene. I knew every nook and cranny of that boudoir so well.

    It was the very same boudoir where my Aunt Vivian had first put makeup on me. I’d spent many a night laying in Auntie Vivian’s warm arms, with my hair up in curlers and wearing face cream. I turned the door handle and the door opened. I reached to my left and I flicked on the bright, overhead light.

    Dirk, who was tied-up, spreadeagled to the headboard and footboard, closed his eyes to shield them from the glowing light. My Aunt Vivian was hardly even perturbed, saying, “Oh my, look who’s here? You are back a day early, aren’t you Tamara?”

    “Yes Auntie, we are. Would you please mind telling me how long you’ve been screwing my boyfriend, Auntie Viv?” I asked.

    “Oh, about as long as you have been fucking my good friend and former lover, Esmeralda Franconia. Why Precious?” Auntie Viv answered.

    “Oh, maybe because I fucking care?” I shot back.

    “Don’t you dare take that tone with me, you little snipe. I’ll slap your face silly,” my aunt spat out.

    “Tamara, I can explain,” Dirk whimpered in an uncharacteristically weak fashion. 

    “Nobody asked you to say anything, Little Miss Dink. Just keep your mouth shut or I’ll shove a dildo between your faggot lips,” my aunt spat out at Dirk.

    “Yes, darling. Forgive me please? I spoke out of turn,” Dirk mewled.

    I’d never have dreamed of ever speaking to Dirk like my aunt just had. Nor could I picture Dirk bound up so submissively, or groveling so subserviently, as he did when my aunt bitched at him. What the heck was going on, I wondered?

    “We real women have to keep you sissies in line, don’t we, Tamara? Well, what do you suggest we do about the current situation, Tamara  honey?” Aunt Vivian asked so very calmly.

    “You know Aunt Viv, I know what I’m going to do. I’m going right out that door and I’m going over to Esmeralda’s and ask her if I can stay with her. I’m certain she’ll take me in. And I won’t be going to work for you, ever. No. Esmeralda has already told me she has a future job offer for me. I’ll be back to get my personal belongings sometime next week,” I said, as I tearfully stormed out of her house.

    I drove to the edge of her driveway before the tears in my eyes clouded my vision. I stopped the car and shut the engine off. My sobs wracked my body. Still mildly hysterical I called Esmeralda who answered the call immediately. 

    “You aren’t still driving I hope? You sound very upset. Good, you’ve parked the car. I can come over and get you, you know?” Esmeralda offered.

    “No. That won’t be necessary. Just the sound of your lovely voice has had such a calming effect upon me. I think I’m okay now? Thank you so much for offering to take me in Madame. I must warn you. I’m serious about breaking ties with both my aunt and Dirk for some time. I might be living with you until I can get on my feet and afford a place of my own to live in,” I said.

    “That will not be a bother, my Angel. You come home to Mommy. I’ll comfort you, my Princess. You need a hot bath, some hot chocolate, some sweet kisses and Mommy’s warm naked body against your’s. I’ll take care of getting your things from Vivian, also. Mommy will take care of everything for her little girl,” Madame promised.

    “Oh thank you so much Mommy Esmeralda. Your Little Princess is on her way,” I cooed.

Chapter VI: The Magic that is Cassandra

    In the following days and weeks, after moving in with Esmeralda, my life took an enchanting and blissful turn. Let me just say, that my life with her, might always have been unusual. But the material benefits, as well as the emotional rewards, outdid any of the strangeness, as well as the uncommonly remarkable attributes, of belonging to Esmeralda. 

    By the time I had graduated from Merle Norman Academy of Salon Management, my Mummy Elaine had divorced my father. Both Mummy and Aunt Vivian attended my graduation. Auntie Viv and I were on speaking terms again, though I was still going to work at the Academy as the Registrar and I’d also become Esmeralda’s Personal Executive Assistant. 

    At graduation Mummy informed me she was moving to Princeton and would be living with Aunt Vivian, until she found a residence she felt that was suitable for her and in her price range. I was surprised that Aunt Vivian had not brought Dirk to my graduation. 

    I had told my aunt, that I felt my relationship with Dirk was behind me and that I’d be happy to see Aunt Vivian and Dirk together at the event. Aunt Vivian was rather mysterious when she said, “Dirk will be away at school for a while. I talked him into leaving his job and working for me at my salon part-time, as well as doing some other things in my employ,” my aunt said.

    “Dirk is no longer a money manager with Goldman’s?” I asked.

    “No he isn’t. In fact he sold his home and invested the profits from the sale into my business. He’ll be living with your mother and I when he returns from the Institute,” Aunt Viv said.

    “The Institute?” I asked.

    “Yes. He’s attending a school in Wellesley, Massachusetts, not far from Wellesley College. It’s called The Winthrop Institute. There he’ll learn what he needs to know to help out at the salon and spa, as well as learning some household management skills which I’ll be expecting him to put to use when he isn’t working at the beauty parlor,” my aunt added.

    “Household management? As in Housekeeping? Such as cooking and cleaning? ” I asked.

    “Why yes Tamara. And why not? I’m a very active lady. I own four, very exclusive and extremely busy salons and spas. Your mother will provide advice, counsel and supervision for him, but Dirk will be expected to perform the duties assigned to him,” my aunt explained.

   “I’ve recently formed a corporation with your mother, my dear Sister Elaine. I’ll be the President and CEO. Elaine will be VP and CFO. I intend to fully utilize Elaine’s expertise in Real Estate, Property Management and Asset Acquisition. Your mother is a brilliant woman who’s creativity has been stifled by your oppressive father all these years,” my Aunt added.

    “So Dirk decided that he no longer wanted to work in finance? But instead, he wanted to work at a hair salon and be your housekeeper, Auntie Vivian?” I asked, still astonished by what I’d just heard.

    “My goodness Tamara. You just told me your relationship with Dirk was in your past. It sounds to me as if you still have a thing for Dirk? You ask all these questions about my relationship with him. Yes. He will begin working part time at my salon and also perform household duties as my housekeeper,” my aunt smiled.

    “I’ll start him out at the salon, doing shampoos and answering the phone. Then he’ll move on to doing nails just as you did,” my aunt explained.

    “Aunt Vivian. You’ve feminized Dirk haven’t you? The night I saw him in your bed, you had him in bondage. You referred to him as Little Miss Dinky or something like that? You said something about real women controlling their sissies, didn’t you? I remember now. It’s all coming back. I was a little upset that night,” I said incredulously.

    “Well, then, yes. I am turning Dirk into a girl. I turned you into a girl, didn’t I? That seems to have worked out very well for you, hasn’t it, dearest?” Aunt Vivian asked.

    “Auntie, I wanted to be a girl. I wanted to wear makeup, high heels and dresses. You helped me realize myself and who and what I really am, and who I wanted to be,” I added.

    “I’ve done the very same for your former lover, also. Dirk is no longer called Dirk by the way. Dirk has been renamed, Prunella Desiree. Dirk was hiding out acting foolishly as if he were some sort of a ladies’ man. What sort of real male would be interested in a sissy-boy in a skirt, blouse, makeup and high heels, anyway?” Aunt Viv asked.

    “Prunella will make a lovely, little hairdresser and will marry me in a Casandra ceremony and become my darling little housewife. She won’t exactly be little, of course. She’ll be beautifully tall and slender. Hormones will reduce that ugly muscle tone and neutering will help plump her hips and reshape her facial features and body,” my aunt explained.

    “Neuter? You are having her castrated?” I gasped.

    “She’ll not be forcibly gelded. She’ll eventually request it, once she has truly found herself at the Winthrop Institute. The ladies of the Cassandra Sisterhood do wonderful work Angel. Why don’t we all have lunch and celebrate Tamara’s Graduation, Ladies?” Aunt Vivian requested.

    Before I could say another word, Esmeralda, who had been listening to the entire discourse, took me forcibly by the arm and pulled me to her. With her arm around my waist Esmeralda stated, “Come along, Tamara, my lovely Princess. That’s a wonderful idea Sister Vivian. Why don’t you and Sister Elaine meet us at the University Bistro?”

    I knew when I was to remain silent. And on the drive to the Bistro I listened as Esmeralda explained, “Prunella will be very happy in her new life Tamara. Just as you are happy as a girl. It simply took Prunella longer to find herself. You will be very pleased when you meet your new friend and watch her grow as a lady. In fact, you can help her along.” 

    “Yes, my dear Esmeralda. You are always so wise in these matters. I’m very happy for Aunt Vivian and Prunella,” I said as Madame Esmeralda looked at me out of the corner of her eye, and cautiously smiled.

    In our sex life, though I played the role of the seductive Coquette from time to time, Esmeralda inevitably took the lead. Madame especially loved her “Playroom” where she took me for bondage games and discipline sessions. Those sessions inevitably ended in ultra-hot sex. The “Playroom” looked out into a gorgeously designed garden, through a large, glass, double-door. 

    One afternoon, about a month after my Graduation, on a sunny Saturday morning, in the late spring, Madame informed me we were going to the “Playroom” for a ceremony. Set up near the double, glass doors, and bolted to the flooring, was a “saddle” of sorts. Madame had me strip and lay sideways across the saddle so that I was looking out at the garden thru the double glass doors.

    She then strapped me onto the saddle with a leather belt across my waist. Next, she took my hands and fastened my wrists into leather cuffs that were secured and bolted to the flooring thru chain-links. My ankles were also snugly bound in the same way. While she hummed happily, she set up an earthen bowl on top of a potted plant stand that was near the double doors.

    She checked the Rolex on her wrist and said, “Wait here darling, I’m going out to the front drive to meet your mother and aunt. Now don’t go anywhere, Tamara.”

    A short time later, mother, auntie and Madame came back into the playroom, with Auntie Vivian chatting, “Oh there she is. Comfortable princess? Where should we place this box, Esmeralda?”

    “On that end table, to the right of the Earthenware pot, that’s on the plant stand. The lighter, fluid, incense and charcoal briquettes are also on the table. Now, Tamara let me explain what is about to occur. This ceremony is often conducted at our Cassandra Temple. It’s referred to as the Rites of Castrato Renaming,” Madame said.

    “Don’t worry dear. You are not about to be gelded. I still enjoy the feeling your little penis gives me. And though you’ve been called Tammy or Tamara for quite some time now, we just did get all of your legal name change documentation from Vivian’s attorney,” Madame added.

    “So while I bugger that sweet, saucy, little asshole of your’s, with my  Faux Phallus, I want you to tell the world what your pretty, new, girly name is. Let’s just say that upon every third or forth thrust of my hips, I’ll have you tell me who and what you are. We want to hear your full legal name, do you understand, my Pet?” Madame asked.

    “Yes ma’am. I’ll say, Tamara Viviana Ames,” I answered.

    “That’s a good girl. In the meantime, your mother and aunt will have a delightful little ceremony of their own,” Madame said.

    I could now smell the scent of sweet incense and charcoal as mother and auntie had lit a charcoal and incense fire in the earthenware pot. Mummy Elaine cracked open a window in the playroom. I could also feel Madame’s long, French Manicured fingers deep within my rectum, lubricating my passage.

    I then felt her strap-on dildo entering me as she had knelt on a pillow placed on the floor, just below my plump butt. Her hands were on either side of my rounded hips as she pushed and thrust her rubber phallus up inside my ass. I took a deep breath and exhaled as her faux-cock entered me fully.

    Her next move was to reach underneath me. Her lubed fingers then fondled my cock and testicles as she said, “Tell your Mistress and the world, what your new girly name is my darling girl. Nice and loud now.”

    “My female name is Tamara Viviana Ames. I am a girl,” I gasped.

    “Very good. Once again, my dear,” Madame said.

    Again, I repeated the identical phrase. And then again and again I announced my name, as she prompted me, about every three or four thrusts of her large rubber penis. As this rite of passage continued I could look up and see my Mummy Elaine and Auntie Vivian smiling. I’d wink and smile back to show them how much I was enjoying it.

    I could definitely tell I was ultimately going to ejaculate. And Madame was now concentrating more on her own pleasure than the effort she was expanding to have me shout out my feminine name. Her breathing was spaced differently as she approached a climax.

    At last I heard her gasp, “Once again, child, tell all the ancient Goddesses who and what you are.”

    “My name is Tamara Viviana Ames and I am a girly-girl,” I said for emphasis.

    “Oh wow! Oh Madame Esmeralda, I love you!” I shouted as my penis and testicles expelled their salty, gooey, juices. I could also feel Madame’s hips pounding into me as she screeched in ecstasy.

    At that moment it did finally occur to me that I was being fucked and also ejaculating, while my mother and aunt looked on smiling. I was sweating profusely and my eyes were looking down at the floor. My sweat-drenched, curled hair was hanging languidly on either side of my painted face. 

    My breathe was coming in doggie-like pants as Madame withdrew her phallic object from my asshole. Then I heard Mummy Elaine say, “Okay honey watch what Mummy and Auntie are doing. We’re going to incinerate all the paper hard copies of your former identification documents. Your old life is about to go up in smoke dear. So you need to witness it, pumpkin.”

    I looked up. I knew better than to lower my eyes. If I did, Madame was likely to yank on my hair to make me raise my head. My aunt gleefully tore the pages and cover of my passport before she dropped them into the lapping flames of the charcoal and incense mixture. The glossy cover of the passport document gave off a funny smell.

    That odor however was nothing compared to the burning plastic laminate covering of my former driver’s license. Auntie had even obtained a female birth record for me. I watched as my birth certificate was shredded and rendered to smoldering flames. After my social security card was rendered to cinders my mother held up an envelope.

    “Contained in this yellowed envelope are the locks of your hair from your very first haircut at a Barber Shop. I recall vividly how you cried. I suspect now that you were sobbing like a little girl, because you wished you were in a Beauty Salon having your hair curled in rollers or permanently waved,” Mummy Elaine added.

    She then dumped the contents of my first haircut into the coals, as Madame said, “Your old life is now being offered up to the Ancient Goddesses. At this moment you are reborn as a girl. All Hail to Casandra. All Hail to the Magic of Hera. All Hail to the Sisterhood, my Sisters!”

    “We will now let the fire burn out. We will unbind our Acolyte and dress her for the Interment of the Ashes,” Madame announced as Mother and Auntie unlocked my handcuffs and helped me to my feet. 

    As I stood upright, mother slipped pink ballet flats onto my girlish feet. Madame dressed me in a shimmering pink robe that belted at my waist. She fastened a pink, leather choker at my throat and attached a leash to the choker. My aunt stirred the ashes and felt the sides of the earthen bowl saying, “It’s only warm to the touch. Take this bowl Tamara and follow us into the garden.”

    However, as Madame had put the robe on me, and before she tied the sash at my waist, I heard my mother and aunt tittering. I looked around and heard Madame say, “Isn’t that just the cutest little package you have ever seen ladies?” 

    “Yes it is, Esmeralda. You know Tamara, with such a small penis and minuscule set of testicles, you made an astute decision when you decided to transform into a sissy girl. There aren’t a lot of women who could take much pleasure, when being made love to by genitalia of that stature,” my aunt giggled.

    “Honestly ladies her sissy-clit fits very nicely within my puss. It’s quite comfortable, to be truthful. Who needs a boyfriend who is hung like a Mule anyway?” Madame asked as I blushed to the roots of my dyed, Auburn tresses. 

    I was led, on the leash by Madame to a lovely flower bed. In the middle of the bed, a small hole had been dug. Outside of the bed were various potting implements, potting soil and vermiculite. There was a plastic pot containing some pansies close by. I looked to Madame who said, “I’ve shown you how to plant pretty flowers. It has been a vital part of your education as a female. We want you to properly plant those darling pansies. You must mix the ashes of you past life into the potting soil, thereby burying your past. But as the flowers grow, you shall also grow as a female.”

    She unfastened the lock from my choker and I knelt to do what I’d been told. When I had completed my task I stood and my three Mentors hugged me. I followed them back into the playroom where I exchanged my pink ballet flats for a pair of red, kitten heels.

    We all then retired to the den where I was given an order for refreshments. I returned with some hot, buttered banana bread I had recently baked, and hot tea, sweetened with Agave. After serving the ladies I was allowed to sit with them and told to listen carefully to what my Aunt was about to say.

    “Tamara. Prunella, your former lover, has been at the Winthrop Institute for three months now, undergoing intense, Feminization training. She will be returning home to me and your mother for a trial period of two weeks. At that time we will decide to either keep her with us, or if we are dissatisfied with her, we will return her to her Cassandra trainers for further education,” my aunt said.  

    “During that two weeks you will be required to meet her. You must put aside, if you possibly can, any memories or feelings you might still have of her, as well as your affair with Prunella when she was once a useless male. Understand that the person you once knew, is forever gone from this Earth. Prunella is now more of a female than you currently are. Is that understood, clearly, Tamara?” Aunt Vivian asked.

    “Yes Auntie Viv. I completely understand,” I answered.

    “You must speak to her as you would to any girlfriend. If she wants to tell you about her training, you should listen. You must not act surprised or put off. And, you may ask her questions. I insist you fully give her your support,” my aunt added.

    “The school authorities have told me that she is still somewhat self-conscious about being tall for a girl. We all must reassure her that her innate uniqueness is a grand part of what makes her so very lovely. Positive reinforcement of her transformation is a must, Tamara. We all know you will cooperate in this. Are we correct?” Aunt Viv asked.

    “Yes Aunt Vivian. I will do everything possible to assure Prunella that she is as stunning as any girl could possibly be,” I added.

    “Very well. And at the time we do decide to keep her, you can expect a double engagement ceremony to be performed, along with a double wedding ceremony to eventually follow. Of course Prunella will be wedded to me as my wife and you will become the wife of Madame Esmeralda,” my aunt announced. 

    The day finally occurred that Prunella returned to Princeton for her two-week trial period with Mummy Elaine and Aunt Vivian. By the following weekend, Madame and I were driving just across town to visit with Mummy, Auntie and Prunella. 

    I was of course, on pins and needles, as I anticipated that moment, when I would finally observe my former lover, being presented to me in the manifestation of a feminized sissy. I was seated with Mummy and Madame Esmeralda in the living room of Auntie’s house, where I had once resided. 

    Aunt Vivian had left us, so that she could go to Prunella’s boudoir to assist Prunella with putting the finishing touches upon her appearance. I’d already been alerted by Madame to immediately rise to greet Prunella as soon as she entered the room. As a real female, Madame would remain seated when any sissy, such as Prunella made her entrance.

    I could hear the clicking of high heels in the hallway outside the parlor. Auntie Vivian entered initially to announce Prunella. “Esmeralda and Tamara. My sister Elaine and I are pleased to introduce, Miss Prunella Desiree Ames,” my aunt said. So, Prunella had already been given Auntie Viv’s last name?

    I stood as the slightly smiling Prunella entered the room. I was very surprised at the gracefulness and poise she showed. Indeed, it was shocking at how very appealing and attractive she now appeared. As I’d been instructed I waited for Prunella to speak to me.

    “Madame Esmeralda, I am honored that you would grace me with your presence at my coming out,” Prunella paused as she curtsied perfectly.

    “Indeed, I simply had to see exactly how lovely you turned out my dear. I’m not at all surprised at how pleasing you are to the eye, either. I know that the ladies of the Cassandra Sisterhood do amazing transformational work,” Madame stated.

    “I could not be more flattered dearest Madame,” Prunella continued with yet another elegant curtsey. 

    Then, with a voice so girlishly sweet, that it could not possibly melt butter, Prunella added, with outstretched arms, “My dear, dear friend, Tamara. Please darling, a kiss and a hug if you would?”

    “Oh Prunella, your beauty takes my breath away. Of course I’ll hug you as well as kiss you,” I said as I minced into Prunella’s waiting arms. 

    Prunella’s embrace was nowhere near, as all-encompassing as it once had been. And even when she smothered my face with kisses and pecked my lips, her kisses were girlish, soft and perfumed. Her hug was very gentle, dainty, and ever so prissy. She was really, already, very, very girly. 

    She wore two-inch heels, a concession to her not wanting to appear very tall. And I was surprised at her haircut and coloring. It was done in a rich, deep and dark, “Salt and Pepper” shading. It made her look very refined and more mature. I would have pictured longer hair on Prunella. Instead, her tresses were done in a chin-length, pixie-style bob. 

    The sides and back of her styling were layered and feathered. Her bangs were seductive and wispy. However the hair on top was thick and longish and had been arranged in a curled, jelled, body-wave. Her makeup was flawless and her skin looked so soft, silky and feminine. 

    Where there had once been tawny muscle at her upper arms, she  now bore smooth flesh without any muscle-tone whatsoever. Her legs were also smooth, very trim, lean and tapered. Prunella was a very attractive, if not tallish female, seemingly secure in her femininity. Possibly, she might have had the normal doubts concerning her beauty, that any number of girls have. 

    “How have you been Tamara?” Prunella asked.

    “Oh I have been well. You look so nice. Have you enjoyed school?” I asked, somewhat clumsily.

    “Oh yes, I’ve learned so very much about being prim, demure and ladylike. Let’s ask the ladies what they’d prefer us to do about brunch? Excuse us Madame Vivian. Would you be inclined for Tamara and I to serve brunch, or should we just set things up in the dining area?” Prunella asked, in a soft, very feminine, dulcet tone. 

    “Hmm? That’s a good question. Girls? Esmeralda? Elaine? Would you like to be served brunch at the dining room table, or should we have Prue and Tammy just set things up as a buffet? I like the buffet idea, myself,” Aunt Vivian said.

    Both Mummy and Esmeralda agreed that the buffet sounded best. Prunella and I minced off to the kitchen to gather everything. Once Prue and I had set out the plates, cups, utensils and napkins we returned to the kitchen to get the food and beverages. Prunella then announced that the brunch was ready.

    Our three mentors then served themselves. Then as they seated themselves my Aunt Vivian announced, “Why don’t you girls, each  make yourselves a plate and retire to the kitchen? Elaine, Esmeralda and I have something we intend to discuss privately. Please make yourselves scarce and go and have a nice, little, girly discussion? I will page Prunella if we need anything.”

    Both Prunella and I knew enough to realize we were being told to “get lost.” We served ourselves and minced off to the kitchen. We sat in silence until Prunella decided to speak.

    “I know you must be wondering just what might have happened since we last saw each other, here at your Auntie’s? As you may recall, it was right after you and Madame Esmeralda returned from a week in California? In fact maybe I should go back a little further? Your aunt and I began seeing each other when she returned from her European cruise,” Prunella said.

    “She’d already been to my office to first discuss investment options. Then she revealed she was your aunt and was checking me out. We had coffee a few times and discussed her business and further investing. I thought we both felt a sexual spark? After our first date, when she retuned from Europe, we wound up in bed. She was the first woman I’d been to bed with that took full control of everything from the very start. I loved it. I craved it, from the very beginning,” Prunella continued. 

    “She could talk me into anything. I sold off my cars and she began to drive me to work. She had me sell my home, move in with her, and invest my profits in her business. Then I quit my job and began keeping house for her. The night you found us in bed wasn’t even the first time she’d had sex with me while I was in restraints,” Prunella explained.

    “Once she’d taken full control of my life, getting me to wear cosmetics, dresses and high heels was really very easy. The thing is, I loved every moment of it. I craved having someone make all of my decisions for me. Being your aunt’s housekeeper and subservient girlfriend is the most stress free, my life has ever been,” Prunella smiled.

    “All I really need to do is look and act pretty and she simply just showers me with love. I know exactly what is expected from me, from the time I awaken each day, until my bedtime that evening. My entire day is planned out in front of me. All I need to do is get those things done. I love waiting hand and foot upon both your aunt and mother,” Prunella gushed as we imbibed in the brunch.

    “Prunella, I’m just awestruck by how feminine your facial features are and how soft and smooth your skin looks. And your hair is to die for,” I cooed.

    “Oh, do you like it? I had the most fulfilling feeling when Vivian picked me up at The Institute last week and told me how much she loved what they had done to my hair! I wanted to swoon and I almost peed my panties I got so excited. Oh! And my skin? I’ll tell you the secret to that,” Prunella said, patting her tresses and licking her lips.

    “I was enrolled in the Accelerated Feminization Therapy Program. They put me on massage dosages of Estrogen. Plus, I requested Castration, to completely stop my body from producing Testosterone. My counselor advised it. And she was correct. I never have any more conflicting thoughts on who I am and what I want to be,” Prunella said excitedly.

    “It’s the best thing I ever did. I wish I’d had it done sooner. I really can’t wait to have a beautiful vagina just like Vivian’s. My ugly penis and my useless balls will vanish. In fact they’ll be used to help surgically construct a lovely new pussy,” Prunella giggled happily.

    “Oh. So you’ve been gelded?” I asked.

    “Yes. Isn’t it just wonderful too? If you get the chance, have it done. Look how nicely my implanted tits turned out,” said Prunella, turning sideways.

    “Oh yes. Those are striking,” I agreed.

    “And the Doctors and members of the Nursing staff who performed the Castration were just so understanding and friendly. I asked that I be put under general Anesthesia, because of course, I just didn’t want to know what was taking place. I simply wanted to wake up and then realize my testicles were no longer there,” Prunella explained.

    “And they all agreed that it was the very best way to perform the procedure. And you know what else they did? Before they put me under, the Charge Nurse took my penis in her well-lubricated hand and masturbated me, so that I could have one last ejaculation prior to having my balls sliced off. She was just so very sweet,” Prunella gushed.

    “She said to me, ‘There you are Prue, I just emptied your ball sac for the very last time.’ Isn’t that just the nicest thing she could have possibly said to me,” Prunella asked.

   “Yes it is. It sounds to me that they have a very caring, sensitive medicinal staff,” I agreed.

    “I don’t like to tell tales but Vivian already uses a strap-on dildo to pleasure my rectum. I adore it when she does that. I can’t imagine how much more exciting that will be when I have a puss for her to screw. Oh excuse me. I’m being such a naughty girl talking like this. Please, don’t tell anyone? Your mother and Vivian just might spank me,” Prunella, dithered nervously.

    “Prue honey. Please don’t fret about that? Your secrets are safe with me. We’re just two sissy-girls having a girly-girl chat,” I smiled.

    “Prue. Do you ever get to do Auntie or Mummy’s hair? I love doing Esmeralda’s hair and nails. I truly find it to be just so intimately rewarding,” I said, really getting into what being a real sissy-girl wife was all about.

    “Oh yes. I’m just getting started with that, but it is so very thrilling. I simply cannot wait to have the professional beauty skills that you have, Tamara. It will be so much fun to do each other’s hair, nails and makeup, won’t it?” Prue asked me cutely.

    “Yes it will. Maybe they will leave us alone and we can give each other a bath?” I teased, giving Prunella a little peck on her wet lips.

    “Oh, let’s be careful about things like that, Tammy. Even Cassandra ladies can get a little jealous about their sissy girlfriends,” Prunella warned.

    “That’s true honey. When they say they own us they really mean it,” I agreed.

     I came away from that initial encounter with Prunella more than just surprised. I was actually mildly astounded by how feminine she’d become and how exuberant she was about being a girl. It sort of reminded me of that Broadway Show Tune, “I Enjoy Being a Girl.” I forget who sang that originally, but I could picture Prunella performing that song beautifully. 

    I believe that it was about ten days into Prunella’s trial period with mother and auntie, that Esmeralda informed me, “It appears we’ll be having a double Marriage Engagement Ceremony this weekend at Vivian’s and Elaine’s home. They both agree that keeping Prunella for the time being is the correct decision.” 

    “The Winthrop Institute is just so accommodating to its membership. They even told Vivian that if she changed her mind at any juncture, she could still avail herself of two more months of rehabilitation training for Prunella at no cost to her. Isn’t that nice?” Madame asked.

    “With me in mind, Vivian asked if she could transfer that two months to another member? The administration at Winthrop agreed that she could. So, I could actually send you to The Institute for refresher courses if I so desired, Tamara,” Madame Esmeralda informed me.

    Without either of us saying anything further I realized I had better stay on my toes and keep Madame very happy and satisfied with me. At that point my feminization had been conducted at a modest, if not a steady pace and I was satisfied with my progression. 

    If anything, when my father was still in the picture, my feminine progress might have been stunted and stifled somewhat. Having to act boyish to please my daddy had sometimes been a chore for me.

    However, I really had no desire to undergo the intense, emasculating regimen of instruction that Prunella had experienced. That sort of strict schooling I’d prefer to avoid. The following Saturday, around the usual time for Brunch, I dressed in my loveliest Sundress, and we made the brief drive over to Aunt Vivian’s. I made certain I looked fresh, young, and gorgeous. 

    After all, I was about to become engaged to marry a Cassandra Grand High Priestess. I’d spent the prior evening in my own, private boudoir. Esmeralda insisted that we keep separate sleeping arrangements for those evenings when she desired privacy. 

    Upon that evening I was coated, head to toes, in moisturizer and face cream. My hair was pinned up in curlers and covered with both a hairnet and scarf. Not that Esmeralda would not ravage me while I was in rollers and cold cream, should she choose to. However she wasn’t too keen on it. 

    Getting prepared the following morning I took great care with my appearance. I wanted to look very striking. I knew that Prunella would do everything she could to look ultra-lovely, because she was going to be overwhelmed by the fact that she would soon be marrying my Aunt Vivian. Cassandra Women never, ever, ask their sissies for their hand in marriage.

    They inform the sissy that they are to be married. They have the sissy swear their allegiance to the Cassandra Mistress while on their knees. As it would turn out, Prunella and I would also be charged with performing a humiliating task to prove our lifetime of loyalty and devotion to our Mistresses as well as the Cassandra Sisterhood at large. 

    As I sat at my vanity early that morning, in waist cinch, panty, brassiere, garters and hose, I carefully removed my curlers and used an antiseptic wipe, to clear away the layer of face cream which I’d worn to bed. I’d already checked my fingers and toes which I’d painted the evening prior. 

    I stepped into a pair of four-inch, strapped heels, which I thought would be perfect for the ceremony. I slithered into my nicest floral sundress. It was actually something Prunella had bought for me when we were lovers. I wondered if she’d recall it? Then I set about to do my hair and face. 

    First, I fluffed the curls that had been left by the hair rollers. I added a heavy spritzing of spray-net lacquer. Then I began to alternate between brush and comb strokes. The brushing helped with adding volume and the combing aided in defining the curls. Once I was satisfied with the cute, puffed, curly styling I’d achieved I began applying my makeup.

    I seriously wanted a “Bridal” look. I truly wanted Esmeralda and everyone else concerned to see just what my Mistress was getting. I sharply outlined my brows before doing a really sultry “smoky” look with my eyeshadow. After using a sandy, rose blush on my cheeks I gave my lips a really crimson “wet” look. 

    With my dainty, pink clutch purse held demurely in front of me I minced to Esmeralda’s favorite touring car, her Bentley. We drove to Auntie’s where a very excited Prunella met us at the door and took us to the gaily decorated sunroom where mother and auntie were seated.

    Prunella looked ravishing. She done something very dramatic with her hair. The body-waved top curls had been teased even higher. It was sensationally striking. She really did have the flair needed to do up hairdos in a salon.

    Mother began the festivities by saying, “Esmeralda, please sit at this end of the sofa and Vivian you set upon the opposite end. Girls, kneel in front of your respective Mistresses. Very good girls. Tamara is kneeling in front of Esmeralda, and Prunella with Vivian. Now you girls bow your heads and lower your eyes.” 

   “Miss Prunella Desiree Ames and the future Miss Tamara Viviana Franconia, do you desire to be engaged to be married to your Cassandra Mistresses Vivian and Esmeralda? Do you promise to devote the rest of your lives to them and to the Cassandra Sisterhood?” Mother asked.

    “Yes we do,” Prunella and I responded.

    “Then both of you will be called upon to perform a degrading task to be witnessed by all of us to confirm your lifetime of devotion to your Mistresses as well as the Goddess of Magic, Hera, and the Blessed Sisterhood of Cassandra. Sister Vivian do you have something you’d prefer that Prunella do to prove her adoration to you?” Mother Elaine asked.

    “Yes I do Sister Elaine. Tamara stand in the middle of the room by the potted banana tree where we may all witness this. Now Tammy, raise the hem of you pretty sundress to enable Prunella to suck your sissy-cock. Prunella, mince over to your sissy-sister, kneel and lower her panty. Then take her cock into your mouth and suck her off until she ejaculates the contents of her tiny balls down your throat,” Vivian ordered.

    I stood somewhat nervously with my hem raised. I closed my eyes as Prunella took my penis in her mouth. I didn’t know at the time if Prue had ever been given cock-sucking lessons at Winthrop? We’d never discussed that. Not yet, anyway. In any event, I enjoyed the tonguing action that she’d already began to give me.

    Prue did not seem to be a bit disturbed at all about giving me a blow job. In fact she acted as if she were enjoying everything about it. I was already wondering what I would be doing soon enough, as Prunella didn’t really have a penis that could become erect? After all, her balls had been sliced off at the surgical center of the Winthrop Institute in Wellesley, Massachusetts.

    For someone that very likely had not given too many blow jobs, Prunella was doing a very credible job. Besides sucking me wonderfully, she was giving my testicles an amazing massage. My legs were shaking and I was concerned about losing my balance atop my four-inch-high-heels. 

    I was so enraptured that I bleated out, in a soft cooing manner, the words, “Oh Mummy.” 

    I heard my Mother Elaine ask, “Goodness, wasn’t that just so cute and precious? She thinks of me even when she’s getting her sissy-clitoris sucked?” 

    To steady myself I then had to put my hands upon Prunella’s shoulders. I could vaguely recall when those same shoulders had been broader. They now sloped gently, prettily and ever-so-girlishly under the floral print of her sundress. Under the Estrogen therapy, the muscle-tone had vanished. 

    Finally I could control myself no longer. And as my mother, aunt and Mistress observed, I shot my ejaculate into the waiting, greedy mouth of Prunella Ames.

    It was so glorious! I nearly fell over. Prunella gobbled up every last drop of my gooey, salty sperm. As my cock popped out of her mouth she looked up at me longingly. I puckered my lips into a “Kissy-mouth,” and winked at her, whispering softly, “That was so deliciously lovely, Prue.”

    “Very well done, Princess Prunella. Your turn Esmeralda. Help Tamara with her panty, Prue. Tammy you can lower the hem of your skirt, you little slut,” Auntie Viv added. 

    “As Prunella is a Castrato, I’ll be unable to have Tamara give her a credible blow job. Besides, that would lack originality, wouldn’t it? Tamara honey, why not show everyone what a wonderful set of lips and tongue you have anyway? Let’s watch you lick and suck Prunella’s asshole. Prue, darling raise your skirts for us, honey. On your knees Tammy and get to work Precious,” Esmeralda ordered me.  

    I knelt underneath Prunella’s prettily formed derrière. I was holding my breath. As my tongue entered her rectum I inhaled and thankfully I could smell a girlishly, perfumed fragrance. Happily I realized Prue must have given herself a scented, rectal douche recently? Prunella had really become a delicate, sensitive little thing at the hands of her Cassandra mentors at the Winthrop Institute. 

    As my tongue snaked around her butthole, she began doing this cute, girly, little wiggly dance of pleasure. The girl really had one touchy anus. But then, after a few minutes of tonguing, Prunella squealed out something that frightened the wits out of me, when she gasped and said, “Oh please Mummy? Make her stop. Please? She’s going to make me go pee-pee!”

    “Oh no,” I thought. Was I about to get a mouth full of piss? Thankfully Auntie Vivian acted very quickly. 

    “Tammy honey. Stop what you’re doing, darling. Prunella get your fat, sissy ass, into the hallway bathroom, this instant. I’ll not have you urinating onto ten thousand dollars worth of brand new, hand-woven Egyptian carpeting,” my aunt hissed, as Prue wiggled and jiggled on her three-inch high heels to hurry and sit down upon a toilet.  

    While Prunella was peeing my aunt said to Esmeralda and my Mummy Elaine, “We might as well have both girls brush their teeth before we close the ceremony? Don’t you think ladies?” 

    The ceremony ended as both Prue and I kissed the stockinged feet of our Mistresses and received our diamond engagement rings. As we served tea and scones, it was decided that the double wedding would be held in two and one half months from then, in very early September, at Madame Esmeralda’s estate. Aunt Vivian wanted it to be far enough ahead of the Autumn Equinox that we’d still have time to return from the honeymoon, and she’d be able show-off Prunella at the Cassandra Temple for the Autumn Presentation of the Castrates. 

    She hoped that Prunella could win the Castrato Princess award when she was presented before the Cassandra congregation and the High Priestess. I couldn’t have been happier at that moment. I was about to become a subservient Bride of Cassandra. 

Chapter VII: Shrouded in Mysticism

    Madame Esmeralda and Auntie Vivian were pulling out all the stops. They were paying to have the Grand High Priestess, Lady Celeste, flown up from New Orleans to officiate our double wedding. The Honeymoon was planned for ten days on the Isle of Antigua. We’d be staying at a $3400.00 dollar a night, 2300 square feet, double beachfront suite, at the exclusive, Hermitage Bay Resort. 

    Talk about living like a Sissy Princess! The tents that would house the wedding ceremony and the reception were soon being set-up on the property. Arrangements were being made for Prunella and I to be fitted for our gowns. Of course there would be three top hairdressers from Auntie Vivian’s salons to do hair and makeup. 

    Aunt Vivian and Esmeralda had to be fitted for their mannishly cut Ladies’ Tuxedos. Quite often, the “theme” of a Cassandra wedding was “Reversal of Roles.” The Mistress or Mistresses would wear comfortable tuxedos, classically styled hairdos and kitten heels. 

    The sissies would be in tortuous, form fitting gowns, that tightly encased their bodies, elaborate coiffures, and tall, stiletto style, high-heels. We would suffer for our beauty and of course our mentors would come by their’s most naturally.

    I was quite impressed when Esmeralda and I met High PriestessLady Celeste and her accompanying companions at the airport. She arrived with her dainty, but glam sissy, Phoebe, in tow, along with her hot, young, hispanic stud Carlos. I’d already been educated by both Auntie and Esmeralda that the time sometimes came, when a Cassandra Mistress needed more than a small penis and a sissy’s tongue and lips to keep her sexually sated.

    It was then, that the Mistress brought a real male into the relationship. A Cassandra Mistress, however, took her Wedding Pledges seriously. One of the pledges was that she would care for her sissy as a mother would care for a helpless child. Inevitably the sissy would be kept around in the marriage for whatever services she could provide.

    The Mistress of course would see that she was kept sweet, slim, sexy, beautiful and loved. Very few Cassandra Mistresses enjoyed giving a blow job or being taken anally. Thusly, when the new stud in the relationship desired that sort of sex, the sissy would provide it.

    I found it so sweet, that as we walked along through the airport, with Madame and Lady Celeste conversing, Carlos walked behind us, holding Phoebe’s hand, smiling and chatting with Phoebe. In fact, when we arrived at Madame’s estate, and our guests were shown to their suites, Lady Celeste returned to the parlor where I served her and Madame.

    On the other hand, both Carlos and Phoebe had decided to take a “nap” together. As I served refreshments to Madame and Lady Celeste, the High Priestess had me pose for her and looked me over carefully. She complemented Madame Esmeralda on her “Find” as she referred to me.

    Lady Celeste circled around me as I modeled prettily, and she inspected me saying, “Where did you come across this absolutely Angelic, piece of sissy fluff, Esmeralda. I love her. Such demure posture. Are the tits and ass all her’s? Sensationally slim waistline, also. Of course as a Cosmetician her tresses and makeup are flawless. Okay, you can relax now Princess. So run along and fix me another Tom Collins.”

    When I returned with her beverage, Madame Esmeralda was explaining, “Tamara’s Aunt Vivian was one of my prized students. She steered Tamara in my direction. I brought Vivian into the Sisterhood. In fact, due to her success as a female in business, I recently had her standing in the Sisterhood upgraded to Grand Mater.”

    “Oh yes, I saw her photo recently in our newsletter. Now, where is the other Bride today? I hear she was a spectacular transformation that was done by the ladies at our Wellesley Academy?” High Priestess Lady Celeste remarked.  

    “Her name is Prunella Desiree. She is with her Mistresses Vivian and Elaine, across town in a private community called Belvedere. She will be marrying Vivian, Tamara’s aunt. Elaine is Tamara’s mother. Elaine is a very recent addition to our Sisterhood,” Madame explained.

    “Well haven’t you been a busy lady? Two new members and one of those a new Grand Mater. You’ve done well, my fellow High Priestess. I think after this drink I’ll join Carlos and Phoebe in bed. Well, I’ll be chasing Phoebe into the outer room and having a romp with Carlos,” Lady Celeste laughed.

    The day of the wedding both Prue and I were being pampered and dolled up by Caitlin from my Auntie’s, South Brunswick Township salon. We were already in our “Fishtail” gowns. The gowns fit us like sausage casings, and with our tall, spike heels, we’d be mincing and jiggling down the aisle as if we were a couple of pleasure ridden sluts. 

    I had to give Prunella a valium as she was nervous about how tall she was going to look. She might have actually had a legitimate concern? She going to be wearing four-inch heels and Aunt Vivian wanted her hair, in a stacked, high fashion, Grecian Curled, Bouffant upsweep. I did all all could to calm her.

    Then when Prue stood up, after Caitlin had finished with her hair and makeup, she really did take my breath away. I couldn’t stop staring at her. I didn’t know what to say as the tallish Prunella did look so remarkably stunning. She looked back at me and asked, “Do I look okay, Tammy?”

    I was speechless but managed to say, “Prunella, you look more than okay. You are one of the most strikingly beautiful brides I have ever seen. I’ve done Bridal hair and makeup before. I should know honey. You, my dearest girlfriend, are drop-dead gorgeous. You’ll be turning heads today baby. Every eye in the wedding tent will be diverted to you. You are absolutely riveting, Angel.”

    Prunella breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, “Thank you Tamara, my lovely niece. You know once I marry Vivian I will become your Auntie Prunella?” 

    That nearly brought tears to my eyes but I hate to ruin a great makeup job. As we entered the tent that was serving as the wedding temple, a Nordic Shield Maiden Chant to the Goddess Freya played over the recently installed speaker system. Prue and I both held our bouquets of Pansies. We followed my mother, Elaine down the aisle. My spiral permed hair gently tickled my chin. I glanced over at Prue who looked so delightfully sultry with her three sets of dangling hoop earrings. 

    With her salt and pepper hair, and her vivid red lipstick she had the look of an exotic Gypsy Dancer. I noted that in her right hand my mother Elaine held the paddle with which she would spank both Prunella and me. Prunella and I had been told to walk with our eyes riveted upon my mother. 

    Even so, with my peripheral vision I was able to ascertain that there were very few real males in the tent, observing the wedding. Those were all probably playboy studs such as Carlo who were along to pleasure a bored Cassandra Mistress. 

    When we reached the altar my mother Elaine stepped back and allowed Prue and I to kneel. Then we both bent over at the waist and lowered our heads and bowed down in supplication, with the tips of our powdered noses nearly touching the carpet. The Nordic chant ceased, and there was silence in the tent. High Priestess Lady Celeste spoke out to the crowd.

    “Esteemed Sisters and honored guests. We are gathered here to witness the union of two of our Sisters in matrimony, to the two sissies they have chosen to serve them as their subservient wives. Sister Elaine who did you escort to the altar?” Lady Celeste asked.

    “These two supplicants are Prunella Desiree and Tamara Viviana. Prunella is to be bound in matrimony to our Sister Vivian. Tamara is the chosen bride of Sister Esmeralda,” my mother, Elaine said.

    “Very well Sister Elaine. Concubine Prunella and Concubine Tamara, do you vow to serve, worship, honor, submit to and obey your Cassandra Mistresses?” Lady Celeste asked.

    “Yes we do, Esteemed High Priestess Lady Celeste,” Prue and I said. 

    “Do you promise to always present yourselves as sweet, pretty, slim girls for the sexual pleasure of your Mistresses, their friends and their designates?” Lady Celeste went on.

    “Yes we do Esteemed High Priestess Lady Celeste,” we said again.

    “Do you also vow to devote yourselves to the rules, precepts and tenets of the Cassandra Sisterhood?” Lady Celeste asked.

    Once again Prue and I vowed submissively. Lady Celeste then said to my Mother Elaine, “I see you hold a paddle. Will you be disciplining both of these girls, Sister Elaine?” Lady Celeste asked.

    “Yes I will Priestess. Might I begin with my recalcitrant daughter, Tamara?” Mummy asked.

    “As you wish Sister Elaine. Lay on three of the very best for us,” Lady Celeste intoned.

    Mummy wasted little time. The paddle struck my gowned, girdled ass with three loud pops. I nearly bit my lip at the force of Mummy’s strikes. I heard the ladies in the audience shout loudly, “Hail Cassandra, All Hail to the Goddess Freya, All Hail to the Blessed Sisterhood!”

    I tried not to whimper as Mummy paddled Prunella. I heard the loud pops as the paddle made contact with Prue’s butt. The strikes sounded louder than when she hit me. Could she be taking out some of her motherly vengeance upon my former lover? Not that it mattered to me. Prunella was a big girl. I was certain she could take it.

    Once both Prue and I were spanked, our Mistresses took their Marriage Oaths, to care for us and protect us as a mother would protect a child, and to discipline us in the same way. Then Prue and I were allowed to mince to the altar where the High Priestess finally closed the ceremony. 

    “By the power vested in me by the State of Louisiana and the Cassandra Sisterhood I now pronounce you married as Mistresses and Sissies. The Sisters may now kiss their brides,” Lady Celeste announced.

    I didn’t watch Vivian and Prunella. My eyes were on Esmeralda as she took me in her her arms and her luscious crimson lips met my creamy wet lips. Such an exotic kiss. So filled with passion and promise. Especially for our honeymoon. We didn’t stay at the reception for very long.

    Mother Elaine would care for the guests. We had a plane to catch that would take us to Antigua, where we arrived by 6PM. We were then ensconced in our Beachfront Double, Honeymoon suite at Hermitage Bay by 7:30 PM eating shellfish and drinking Pina Coladas. 

    By the second Pina Colada, our Mistresses had Prunella and I stripped down to our panties and high heels. I was seated upon Esmeralda’s lap, while Prunella was being kept busy, kneeling, and lapping at my Auntie Vivian’s pussy lips. As Auntie Viv ran her fingers thru Prunella’s perfectly curled and heavily sprayed tresses, she said, “Excuse me darlings. I have to get this one into bed. She has a date with a pair of handcuffs and a fat, rubber cock.”

    “This one also has a date, though I haven’t decided just what toys we’ll be using yet,” Esmeralda said, as she set me upon my feet and squeezed my tits. 

    “Come to the boudoir my Precious Angel. My clitoris awaits your fat, puffed lips,” Esmeralda said as she drug me along with her. She sat upon the bed with her feet on the floor. Her slacks, heels and panty had been tossed to the side. She motioned for me to kneel. Then she placed her hands at the back of my head and neck.

    Esmeralda directed my face into crotch, saying, “Eat Mummy’s pussy baby. Mummy’s pussy needs your attention tonight, girl.”

    I had grown to love the womanly scent of Esmeralda’s pudenda. I also adored the forceful way that she held my face snugly between her thighs when I ate her. I knew just what she wanted out of me. There was never any doubt concerning what Esmeralda expected of me. 

    Esmeralda was hardly a quiet lover either. She was very open and honest about how she was feeling and responding to what I was doing. Upon that first honeymoon evening, Esmeralda was humming and gasping as I licked and sucked her clit. I wanted so much for her to finish with me kneeling, worshipfully at her feet.

    But that wasn’t how Esmeralda preferred to have her orgasm that evening. Sucking in her breath she gasped, “Up on the bed my Lovely. Lay on your back. I want to surround your cock with my puss tonight. After all we were married today, weren’t we?”

    “Oh, how very nice this feels. To slip this between the walls of my vagina. Now darling, reach your pretty hands between our groins and play with my clit as we fuck,” Esmeralda encouraged me as she moved up and down upon my penis.

    The feeling was exquisite. Esmeralda was a vital, beautiful mature woman who looked much younger than her years. I knew by then, the reason was the Wiccan Herbs she used on herself that made her appear so youthful, as much as the herbs she used on my body, had made my bosom and hips so very femininely shaped. 

    As Esmeralda bent over me, pinning my shoulders to the bed with her strong hands, I could smell her long, thick, perfumed hair as it tickled the sides of my face. I was so aroused. Even more so, the ministrations of my fingers, as I titillated her clitoris, were bringing Esmeralda closer to a climax. Before much longer we were both panting loudly and crazily as we reached the peak of our passion.

    I was the first to begin to ejaculate as I spurted my thick, salty cream into the inner depths of Esmeralda’s pussy. My feminine pant and screech was followed by the gurgling groan from Esmeralda as her pussy seemed to snap closed around my shrinking cock. Her body shuddered as she climaxed. 

    We lay silent as Esmeralda smothered my face and lips with drooling kisses. As she tousled my hair she announced, “We’ll be showing you girls off around town tomorrow. You need to get a shower or bath and set your hair tonight, my little girly bride. We plan on shopping, doing lunch and maybe a mani/pedi at one of the top salons here. We’ll do the beach here at the resort the following day.”

    So indeed, on my first evening as a bride I was putting my hair up in rollers, at the expressed wishes of my spouse. We watched a movie in our sitting room until bedtime. I slept in curlers. We had breakfast in the common dining area of the double-suite that morning. That would be the first time I’d see my lovely girlfriend Prunella since the evening prior. 

    Her hair was also in curlers and she self-consciously patted her rolled up tresses as she kissed me “Good morning” upon my cheek. Once we were dressed in heels and sundresses we made our way downtown to window shop as well as go in and out of the many clothing, jewelry and novelty shops in Antiqua. Everywhere we went we looked the part of four, very pretty American females on vacation.

    It was at lunch that both Esmeralda and Vivian showed us off as their Lesbian girlfriends. As the hostess took us to our table, Esmeralda and Vivian held out our chairs for us. As we sat down, they kissed us on our necks. Throughout lunch they fawned over us. It was at the salon when we got mani/pedis, that I saw a side of Prunella I really hadn’t seen.

    She was very excited about her pampering. Even so, as we drove back to the resort in a taxi, she talked incessantly about the differences between the salon we’d just been to, in contrast to Aunt Vivian’s salons. Even as feminine as Prunella had become I had no idea she was so knowledgeable on beauty treatments such as perms, body waves, waxing and hair coloring. 

    Even her knowledge of cosmetics and perfumes was far beyond what I would have thought it would be at this stage of her transformation. We all took long naps after being out all day. We ordered room service for dinner. It was after dinner that Madame Esmeralda explained that she and Aunt Vivian would be trading partners for the evening.

    “As soon as Vivian sends Prunella here to me, I want you to go to your Aunt and spend the evening with her. So make yourself pretty and seductive, Tamara,” Madame said.

    “Yes Madame,” I agreed as I went to prepare myself.

    I’m certain, some of the readers might be surprised by this turn of events, but for one moment just think back. When I was fourteen and my Aunt first dressed me as a girl, she masturbated me. When I began to go out clubbing I was able to tell her that I was not only sucking off college boys, but that I was chasing a thirty-two-year-old man. 

    I walked in on her right after she had screwed my former lover, Dirk, while his cum was still dripping out of her pussy and down her leg. She also watched Esmeralda screw me with a dildo during the “Renaming Ceremony.” So really, why would a little making out with my Aunt Vivian matter very much?

    I dolled up really pretty, in my nicest negligee and waited for Prunella to come into our portion of the double-suite. As Prue minced in to spend the night with Esmeralda, I blew both of them a kiss and went into Auntie’s sitting room. She was just lighting a joint of some local weed she had bought and pointed to a glass of Drambuie she had poured me.

    “Sit on Auntie Viv’s lap, baby. Take a pull of this weed. It’s excellent. Oh you look so sexy and you smell really nice, Tamara,” Aunt Viv said.

    “You know Tamara, I should have done more of this sort of kissing and cuddling with you when you were first going femme. I probably should have masturbated you more often. I think I would have steered you towards sexy mature women instead of boys. It’s worked for other sissies,” Aunt Vivian explained.

    “But as you began to chase both College boys and a thirty-two-year-old man, well, I knew I had to step in and do something. You were becoming a little, slut-whore you know? So I visited my old lover and teacher, Esmeralda. We made a pact. I would join the Cassandra Sisterhood, if she would take you under her wing and mentor you into Subservient Lesbianism,” Auntie Viv added.

    “Then I went to work on Dirk. He was easy. The giveaway for me, with Dirk, was the style of clothes he was buying you. One evening when I spent the night at his place, he showed me some of the outfits he had purchased for you. Instead of Frederick’s of Hollywood or Victoria’s Secret, he was getting you cute sissy stuff, like Rompers and Sundresses,” my aunt laughed.

    “I saw the chink in his armor. Deep inside he was a sissy himself, living vicariously thru you. I gave him a tour of my salon and he seemed captivated by all of the ladies in various stages of beatification,” my aunt continued. 

    “Once I took control of his financial and personal life it was easy to get him dressed as a sissy-boy. The big step for him was when we took him for a tour of the Winthrop Institute. He got very nervous once he realized what went on there. He could now see I wasn’t playing. The tour guide took me aside and recommended that I permit them to  sedate him,” my aunt said.

    “The Headmistress told me they wanted to keep him overnight for observation. In the morning she called me and told me he was ready for the next step and asked me if I wanted to sign the paperwork. You’ve seen the results Angel. Why not give Aunt Vivian a nice French Kiss to thank her for taking such good care of her girl?” Aunt Viv suggested.

    “Of course Aunt Vivian. I know how you care for me, so very, very much,” I said, putting my arms around her shoulders and giving her a deep, wet, French Kiss. 

    Once we began kissing we couldn’t help ourselves any longer. There had always been a deep, sexual tension between us. I even had the same sort of longings for my mother. Aunt Vivian took me by the hand and from the sofa, we hurried to her boudoir, and the large King bed, in her Love Nest. We fell into the satin sheets. She was on top of me, immediately, kissing my bosom. 

    I reached into her panties and fingered her wet cunt. As Auntie Vivian prodded my bosom, my penis grew without her touching it. It was from the sudden sexual release that had been pent up all these years. I’m certain it would be the same if I had taken this same forbidden path with my mother. I’ve always believed that being with a mature woman such as Esmeralda, older than both Mummy and Auntie, had been a substitute for the incestuous desires I had harbored for years. 

    Now I was about to get some release from these urges. I begged of Aunt Vivian, “May I kiss you between your legs, Aunt Vivian?”

    “Yes darling. Get on your back and I’ll place my pussy right over your face. That way I’ll have access to your genitalia,” my aunt added.

    Oh my goodness! Was she going to suck me? Yes. She was. As I licked her pussy, she took me into her mouth and got my penis sopping wet. Then she used her skilled fingers to masturbate me as I pleasured her clitoris. As she was on top of me with easy access to my groin, she also put two wet fingers into my rectum. 

    We were both ready to go wild with ecstasy and passion. I could feel it. I would hold back nothing at this moment, though I knew penetration was likely out of bounds. As Vivian fondled my cock she would  lick the very tip of it, and then insert it in her mouth as the two fingers of her other hand went deeply within my anus.

    I could take no more pleasuring at this point and I exploded a large amount of ejaculate from my penis. I screamed like the girl I was. In spite of my climax, I continued to work on Auntie Viv’s clit and I could feel her thighs tension. Then she began to pant, not much differently than Esmeralda. At last I could feel her juices bubble to the surface.

    She climaxed gloriously, squeezing my butt cheeks and nipping my thigh with her teeth. It was certainly a lovely way for us to end our first coupling after five years of sexual stress. I was midway between my 19th and 20th birthday and my sexual experiences had certainly expanded. Before this honeymoon was over I wondered if my sexual life would grow further?

    The following day we would take in the beach. I was impressed with how lovely my sissy girlfriend Prunella looked in a swimsuit and beach jacket. With her ball sack being conveniently empty and her penis now shrunken and useless, it was very easy for her to “Tuck” her tiny package away, to achieve a flat, girlish front.

    For me it was slightly more difficult. Esmeralda had to use a refrigerant spray to chill my genitalia so that she could push my testicles up and out of the way inside of me, and place my penis up and behind me. Then I had to wear a tight, latex panty underneath my bathing suit. Neither Prunella or I wore bikinis, though our Mistresses did.

    When we arrived at the beach, Prunella asked if she could go into the water? Aunt Vivian agreed, saying, “Yes, why don’t you, darling? Tamara? Why don’t you accompany her?”

    Madame Esmeralda added, “Yes, Tamara. We can have an early supper or a late lunch in the Honeymoon suites. Then you and Prunella can either shower or take a bath and shampoo your hair. Then the two of you could have a little girly fun and do each other’s hair and nails.”

    It sounded like fun and Prunella and I frolicked playfully in the water not far from our beachfront suite. The more we played and teased girlishly, I began to feel an attachment to Prunella that could only be described as romantic. But it wasn’t at all, even slightly similar to when we had been lovers, previously. Prunella was a fabulously stunning, tallish female.

    With the way her hips and bosom had rounded out and in the manner that her waist had become so slender and well defined, she was nearly “Model-Like” in her appearance. She’d also become an absolute “Style-Queen” in the attention she paid to her hair, nails and cosmetics. She was always so well turned out that I knew my Aunt Viv was quite proud of her progress. 

    Prior to the wedding, Esmeralda and I had dropped by my Aunt’s Princeton salon, and Prunella was working at the reception desk in such an elegant, professional and precise manner. She was such a picture of female sophistication. It was very easy to see that the female customers were quite fond of her. 

    Esmeralda had remarked, “Prunella is just perfect at playing the role of the ‘Face’ of your Aunt Vivian’s salon. Her beauty is just so amazingly striking. Her fastidiousness in attending to her appearance and her exquisite manners are captivating. She’s just so overtly girlish. Even I’m amazed sometimes when I observe her.”

   Esmeralda was correct. There was something so very attractive about Prue. There were times when I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She seemed so naturally feminine that I don’t think she realized the effect she had upon me or anyone else for that matter. 

    We arrived back at the Honeymoon suite in time for what turned out to be an early supper. I jumped into the shower as Esmeralda wasn’t in any hurry. Prunella did the same as Aunt Vivian and Esmeralda were ordering from room service. When I got out of the shower I slipped into a Kimono and high-heeled slippers. 

    I moisturized my body and put some hot oil conditioner in my hair. I minced out into the dining area. The food had arrived and shortly after, Prunella minced over from the other half of the double-suite, wearing a negligee and robe. Her hair was still wet and her face seemed to be glowing. We ate some fresh tropical fruit with steamed shellfish and drank Margaritas.

    Prior to us finishing our repast, Esmeralda said, “Vivian and I have decided to take a bath together in the Jacuzzi. Then we want to chat and have some quality time alone. We might even take a nap. Why don’t you girls go next door whenever we’re all done eating and drinking? Maybe play with some makeup? Do something really girly.”

    I looked at Prunella who seemed to like the idea. I smiled and shrugged. It wasn’t like we had any choice in the matter. Plus, it did sound like a fun time. I was already getting twinges in my groin, thinking of some time alone with Prunella. When we both got up to make our departure Madame spoke up.

    “We’ll contact room service to clean up. You girls go have some real fun. I know Vivian and I will be enjoying ourselves,” Madame smiled sexily. 

    It sounded as if Madame was sending us a true invitation to become intimate. I know Prunella took what Madame said as a sexual innuendo. As we went thru the doorway that connected the suites, she took hold of my hand and squeezed it. 

    “Why don’t you set at the vanity and I’ll do your hair and makeup, Tamara?” Prunella asked. 

    That didn’t last too long. Prunella spritzed me with some hairspray and ran a comb thru my tresses to remove some tangles. I then reached behind me and went thru the folds of her robe and negligee to rub one of her thighs. She tried so hard to stay calm while I fondled her inner thigh.

   “Please sweetie? I am trying to do your hair and then I want to pretty you up with some makeup. Then I am going to fix myself up really pretty for you. Then we’ll go to bed. How does that sound? We’ve got all afternoon into the evening you know? Mistress Vivian said she and Mistress Esmeralda were going to be together for quite some time,” Prunella said.

    “Well that’s nice. So then, they are both okay with us playing kiss face?” I asked.

    “Oh yes. Yes, we can do just about anything that our sweet, little hearts desire,” Prunella added.

   “Wonderful. Because I want to suck your new little clit. And maybe I’ll lick that empty ball sac for you? You know, you owe me an ass licking, don’t you girl?” I teased.

    “Yes I do Pumpkin. Tammy honey? Turn around and face me please? I want to paint your face. Especially those sexy lips you have,” Prunella gushed.

    When Prunella finally had both of us dolled up, we got our clothes off and slipped under the cool satin sheets in the boudoir. We were all over each other very quickly. The foreplay was nothing like in days gone by, when she’d been my male lover. Prue was all girl now. Her touch and her fashion of lovemaking, was needy and cloying.

    She craved my touch as well as my sweet words. She needed the positive reinforcement a lot of us girls need about being pretty and sexy. She wanted to be loved and cared for. She wanted to know that what she did sexually was pleasing. I caressed her groin area where in the past I’d have found an erect member.

    Now, all that was there was the flesh that had once held her missing testes and a tiny flaccid organ. Still she had some feeling there, so I wet my fingers to excite her more. She had a hold of my cock. I was quite erect. She squeezed it firmly as if she recalled when she could once maintain an erection. I wondered if she missed that at all?

    In order to make her feel my love and passion for her, I said, “My goodness Prue, you are so gorgeous. I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you since I first saw you at Auntie’s after you’d left Winthrop.”

    “Oh thank you for saying that Tamara. You’re so much like your Auntie Viv. Vivian always tells me how pretty I am. I know that publicly I hold my head up high and play the svelte fashion plate. But inside I’m just a sweet, shy, little girl that wonders if I’m pretty enough and I’m so self-conscious about being tall for a female,” Prue simpered. 

    “Oh no honey. You look like one of those elegant runway models. You are stunning baby. Sweetie, you don’t need to lick my ass right now. Maybe later. But I’m nice and hard and I want to fuck your asshole, girl. So you need to get on all fours and let me get inside of you,” I said almost growling. 

    “Oh, I’d love that Tammy. I wondered if you’d like to screw me?” Prunella cooed.

    “Oh yes baby. I want to screw you big-time, girl,” I said eagerly as Prue got into position.

    I knew my Aunt Vivian likely had some really large dildos that she fucked Prunella with. I also suspected that just as I had, Prue had been trained with larger and larger butt plugs. I’ve never really had the biggest cock. My assumption was correct. I slid very easily and very smoothly into Prunella’s widened rectal passage. 

    Still, it felt nice and snug when I did get in there and begin to rock back and forth. I reached around Prue’s ass and waist to play with her clit. Prunella really did have a lovely figure. I knew that she worked hard to keep it that way. It was obvious one of her main goals in life was to keep herself appealing and attractive for my Aunt Vivian.

    Just like many sissies, Prunella’s hot button was her prostate. She received most of her sexual stimulation from being ass-fucked. She was panting like a little slut, when I finally reached my climax and began pumping my sissy-seed deep into her anal cavity. She screeched so very girlishly as she attained her version of an ejaculation.

    In the aftermath of our sexual activity it was strangely rewarding for me to be able to hold Prue in my arms and comfort her in our post-coital blissfulness. I kissed her tear-filled eyes and licked her wet, sweet lips. I rubbed her tummy, which seemed to be fluttering with after-sex butterflies. I even went so far as to slip a tampon into her rectum so she could hold my sperm inside of her just a bit longer.

    “Prue honey. Did Auntie Vivian leave any of that weed here in the suite? Do you think we could smoke some pot and drink some Cognac? Then after that and a little bit of rest, you could get going on licking my asshole. Don’t worry, I gave myself a really nice fragrant douche last night,” I said.

    “Yes, that sounds good. Wait here and I’ll get the weed and the the Cognac. I want to fix my lipstick first honey. Oh, Tamara, you really gave me a nice fucking you know?” Prue added.

    “I’m glad you liked it Prue. I enjoyed it a lot. Oh Prue, you are such a sexy, sissy-bitch,” I gushed.

    “That’s so sweet of you to say Tammy. Now where did I put that tube of Hot Pink Guerlain lipstick?” Prunella wondered.

The Aftermath

    The sun streamed thru the lace curtains of my boudoir on a gorgeous spring morning on a Sunday in April. Madame Esmeralda would be in New Orleans for an entire week. She’d flown there the day prior. She was conducting the wedding of Lady Celeste’s daughter, who was marring a nice, sweet, piece of sissy fluff that she had purchased at a Winthrop Academy auction.

    Madame Esmeralda had left me behind to take care of Mario. Yes Mario. Mario was a handsome, young stud that had come into our lives after five years of marriage. He was sort of a 24th birthday present for me. Or, maybe a 5th wedding anniversary gift? He’d been with us about one year. As it sometimes happens, Madame had explained to me that she needed a real male to give her the sexual satisfaction that she so dearly desired and deserved.

    So we began to haunt the stylish nightclubs in the region and she settled on Mario. She explained the circumstances as they were to Mario. Madame Esmeralda let him know that unreservedly she was interested in being fucked by a young, handsome stud. If he expected any sort of oral or anal sex, as Madame’s sissy, I would be providing that. Mario seamed to be okay with that premise. 

    Mario has never really moved in. He isn’t a “Kept” man as it were. He still maintains his home and his business. He does spend quite a bit of time with us though. In fact, on that Sunday morning in April, he was laying right beside me snoring as I awoke. I wondered just what to do? I felt under the sheets and he had “A Woody” as men call a morning erection.

    Should I give him a blow job? He answered my question when he reached over and grabbed me. He pulled me to him and then he shoved my head under the sheets. I gobbled him right up very nicely, and began to suck his cock. I was actually happy that all he wanted was a blow-job, because my asshole felt raw from the fucking he’d given me the night prior. 

    As I sucked his dick he played with my curly-permed hair as he often did. He could be so sweet at times. He knew he had it made. He was ready that morning also. In short order he was streaming what seemed like a pint of sperm into my mouth. I sucked and sucked to make sure he was drained. When his body relaxed I came up for air.

    “Good morning Mario. Did you want to lay in bed a little while longer? Is there anything else I could do for you, dearest?” I asked.

    Mario paused as if in thought. Then he said, “How about bacon, eggs, lightly buttered toast and coffee?”

    “Of course darling. That’s what I’m here for,” I said, as I stepped into some high-heel slippers, and sashayed my naked ass into the kitchen. 

The End

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