A Sissy Refresher -- Part 9

Sissy Erica returned to the room, this time wearing a long strapless gown in ivory lace.  The dress was topped with a satin bolero jacket that matched the satin sash that wrapped around Erica's tiny, corseted waist.  Erica had dried the tears he had shed a few moments earlier when Ms. Trainer made him re-live the suffering and humiliation he endured from the other sissies over the summer.  The tears were gone, but the pain and confusion were still evident on his pretty, made-up face.

"Wow!" Roberto exclaimed as Erica sashayed across the room, modeling the elegant gown.

"Wow, indeed!" agreed Ms. Trainer.  "That is one fine looking sissy you have there."

As Erica modeled his beautiful new gown, Ms. Trainer spoke to Roberto and me, as if Erica wasn't even in the room.  I really love how she does that.  "So, I understand that you and Roberto will be having a Commitment Ceremony in the fall.  What a lovely idea."

Erica's head jerked around when Ms. Trainer said this. Obviously I had not mentioned anything about this to Erica.

"Oh yes, it's true.  Roberto and I are really excited about it. Of course I can't divorce Erica or I would risk losing control of his company and his assets. So Roberto and I can't get married.  But I thought it would be nice for us to have a Commitment Ceremony -- and a big party -- to celebrate our love for each other."  I gave Roberto a big kiss.

"How wonderful!" Ms. Trainer gushed.  "And this gown will be perfect for Sissy Erica to wear.  I assume Erica will play a big part in the ceremony."

"Oh yes," I replied. "Erica will be my 'Sissy of Honor,' supporting and serving me throughout the ceremony and the party.  I am also thinking about having Erica walk me down the aisle and 'giving me away' to Roberto."

"That's a wonderful idea -- I love it!" Ms. Trainer said with a laugh.

By this point Erica was shaking involuntarily.  The whole topic was simply overwhelming him.  But Ms. Trainer would not let up.  "And will you invite a lot of people?" she asked.



"I was thinking about one hundred.  While I've told all my friends -- and Erica's former friends and colleagues -- that he had been...embracing a sissy lifestyle, almost no one has seen him for several years.  So this party will also be a sort of coming out party for Erica."  I thought Erica was going to pass out at this point!

"Erica, sweetie," Ms. Trainer cooed, "Take off you little bolero and show us how you look without it."  Erica obediently did as he was told, exposing his soft, skinny shoulders. Just enough of his sweet  breasts were on display peaking out over the top of his gown.  "Oh Erica," Ms. Trainer said gently, "you look absolutely lovely.  Your wife/mistress will be so proud to have you serving her at her Commitment Ceremony."  Ms. Trainer's compliments tore through Erica like a knife.

Ms. Trainer continued. "I think it would be nice if, as part of the ceremony, you included a portion where Sissy Erica can make his vow to Roberto as well.  What I mean is after you and Roberto exchange your commitment vows to each other, it would be very touching if Sissy Erica would stand up and publicly state his own commitment of servitude and obedience to the new man in the relationship.  Erica could also make a public vow to you, as his former wife, to serve, honor, and obey you and to do everything in his power to ensure your happiness."

I was speechless.  This was the best idea I had ever heard of!  How marvelous it would be to have Sissy Erica publicly proclaim his commitment to his submissive sissy existence and to serving Roberto and me.

"I have another question for you," Ms. Trainer began.  "At your Commitment Ceremony and party, will Sissy Erica be on his own -- or will he have a date?"

"Well, I guess I never really though about that," I replied.  I guess I figured that Sissy Erica would be on his own."

"Well, I think it would be fun if Erica had be big hunky man for a 'date' on your big day.  You know, I big muscle-y man, pawing and groping at Erica all evening in front of your friends. It would be fantastic.  If you like the idea, I can find you the right man to be hanging all over Erica all night long."

"Oh, Ms. Trainer!  Your great ideas never end!"  I exclaimed.  "Please, find me a great big stud to be Sissy Erica's date for my Commitment Ceremony!"

"Well, I'm so glad we were able to enjoy this little fashion show and to share a little bit about Sissy Erica's exciting summer," Ms. Trainer said.  "But I sorry to say that it is time for us to say good-bye to Sissy Erica.  Darling," Ms. Trainer said to Erica, "Go and change into your last dress that you can wear for the trip home."

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 8

Sissy Erica returned to the living room, this time wearing a lovely dress in the palest imaginable shade of blue.  The full skirt ended in a pleats at the waist where pretty lace applique ran around Erica's tiny waist.  The dress was elegant and sexy at the same time, with a low cut neckline that revealed Erica's hormone and surgery enhanced cleavage.

"Oh my," I said as Erica modeled his latest dress.  "He is the epitome of ladylike elegance and femininity in that outfit."

"I agree," replied Ms. Trainer. "I think this dress suits our little Erica perfectly."

"Erica, did you make friends with the other little sissies that were here with you this summer?" I asked.

Sissy Erica didn't seem to know how to answer.  He looked over to Ms. Trainer for guidance or permission or something.

"Well now," Ms. Trainer answered for Sissy Erica.  "That is a very interesting question.  I am so glad you asked.  I'm sorry to report that Erica didn't do so well in making friends with the other sissy students this summer."

"Oh dear," I replied.  "Erica, whatever was your problem?"  I felt myself getting cross with Erica and wanting to punish him.  It was a good feeling after being away from him all summer.

Ms. Trainer explained.  "You see, we had a little fun at Sissy Erica's expense this summer.  Since he was the prettiest, most feminine and best trained sissy, we thought it would be fun to make the other sissies extra jealous of him."

I noticed Erica react to Ms. Trainer's words.  This was clearly new information he was hearing for the first time.

"Oh yes," Ms. Trainer continued.  "After a training exercise we would often compliment Erica on his performance and tell the other sissies that their performances were terrible.  We would threaten to punish the other sissies because they weren't as perfect as Erica.  We would also tell the other sissies that Erica was getting extra food because he was such a good sissy.  Sometimes, we even told the other sissies that Erica had tattled on them, and gotten them in trouble and subjected to more punishments."

"But I never did any of those things!" Erica blurted out.  "I never tattled and I never got extra food!  I never meant to make the other sissies mad at me!" He broke into tears as he spoke.

Ms. Trainer promptly slapped Erica hard across the face and screamed, "Sissies do not speak unless spoken to!  For God's sake, didn't you learn anything this summer.  Stupid sissy."  Ms. Trainer tore the little jacket off Erica's narrow shoulders and shouted, "Now just stand there -- SILENTLY -- while I finish speaking."  Her fury subsided and she continued, "Of course you didn't do those things, Erica, but the other sissies didn't know that, now did they?"

"Well anyway, the other sissies really resented Sissy Erica and that was great fun to watch.  Poor Erica was all alone in every sense this summer."

"What did the other sissies do to Erica?" I asked.

"You're going to love this," Ms. Trainer said.  At night, all our four of sissies would sleep together in one king size bed.  Wearing nothing but their corsets and curlers.  It's a very sexy, sensuous scene, as you might imagine.  Anyway, the other sissies would...take advantage of Erica at bedtime.  What the sissies didn't know is that we added a dose of ground up Viagra to the other sissies' dinner rations  So by the time they climbed into their shared bed with your gorgeous little Erica, their resentment and desire were both inflamed.  So they would take turns fucking little Erica here, two sissies holding Erica down while the third sissy pounded Erica's tight little ass."

Erica went into uncontrollable sobbing reliving the horrors of the past 12 weeks.

"And the best part is, we filmed this little rape scene every night!  I have hours and hours of hot, rough sissy sex action on tape starring Erica.  I have some friends who are editing it down.  They think we can get 8 or 10 hours of the best material and make some good money selling it on DVDs and the internet."

"Isn't that exciting, Erica?" I said. "You're going to be a movie star!"

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 7

"Now I don't know if you ever take Sissy Erica out with you in the evenings, but I think this dress would be perfect for a sissy night on the town," Ms. Trainer began as Erica re-entered the room, this time wearing a little black dress embellished with rhinestone around the neckline.  The dress was simple, classic -- but Erica still looked so damn sexy!

"Yes, sometimes we take Erica out with us, often when we have a male friend of Roberto's visiting from out of town.  It's fun for us to make it a double date, letting Erica be a real man's pretty date for the evening.  And yes, this dress would be perfect!  What man wouldn't love having a sexy escort like that!" Roberto heartily agreed.

Changing the subject, I asked, "So tell me, what is the diet you put the sissies on to get them so...svelte?"

"Erica, tell your wife/mistress what you ate while you were here."

Erica mumbled a response that I couldn't understand.

"Oh speak up, Erica, for God's sake! Nobody likes a mumbling sissy!"

"Baby food," Erica managed to say.

"What?" I exclaimed.  Barely able to contain my surprise and laughter.

"Oh, yes," Ms. Trainer explained.  "It's a wonderful way to control and minimize portions and calories and dignity.  One small jar, three times a day, will guarantee rapid weight and self-respect loss."

"No wonder he looks so slim and dainty," I remarked.

"Erica, sweetie," Ms. Trainer asked. "What else did you eat while you were here?"

Erica looked terrified.  "Nothing, Ms. Trainer.  I ate nothing else.  Only the food that I was given.  Honest."  Erica looked panicked, believing that he was being accused of an infraction of the rules.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, sweetie.  You're not in trouble.  I was just pointing out that you ate something besides baby food all summer."

Erica still looked confused and frightened.  "I was just pointing out, Erica," Ms. Trainer explained a bit impatiently, "that you also ate a lot of semen over the past twelve weeks.  And I mean a lot!  Isn't that true, Erica?"

Erica's fear instantly turned to intense shame.  "Yes, Ms. Trainer," came the pitiful response.  "I did eat a lot of semen."

"You see?" Ms. Trainer added.  "Our sissies get a perfectly balanced diet here!"  I almost fell on the floor laughing when she said that.

"Let's see another dress!" Ms. Trainer chirped.

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 6

Erica re-emerged from the other room, this time wearing a lovely silver dress with a matching chiffon bolero.  It accented his fabulous new figure superbly.  He looked so elegant and dainty.

"Ms. Trainer, please tell me more about the training Erica has received since he's been here," I inquired.

"Of course," Ms. Trainer replied.  "This is a brand new program for us and I am very pleased with how well it went in its first year."

She continued, "I developed a curriculum that would help advanced sissies, like Erica here, develop the skills they need to take their service and submission to you to the next level.  The course work covered three main areas: service skills, beauty and comportment, and sex techniques."  Roberto was suddenly interested in hearing more when the third item was mentioned.


"In the area of service, Erica has been learning wonderful new skills.  He can now perform a Swedish Massage on the two of you.  He has learned some interesting new breakfast in bed recipes and serving ideas.  And he has learned important new skills to help you plan and hostess and serve when you are entertaining.  Isn't that all correct, Erica?"

"Yes, Ms. Trainer," came the soft reply. "That is all correct."

"Erica, take off the little jacket while I continue," Ms. Trainer instructed.

"Yes, Ms Trainer," Erica said as he complied.

"Where was I?  Oh yes, beauty and comportment.  Well this whole decorative sissy thing requires some new skills for our sissies, like making themselves as pretty as possible and posing for hours like a mannequin..."

"Or a Barbie," Roberto interjected.  We all laughed.

"And he can do his own hair.  Isn't it lovely?  It's very difficult to make it look so nice, but Erica has been a very good sissy student.  Of course he has to sleep in his curlers, which is very uncomfortable, but it's all worth it."

Ms. Trainer continued.  "In the sex department, well that's where things got the most interesting.  Wouldn't you agree, Erica?"

"Yes, Ms. Trainer," came the timid and shameful reply.



"Our little Erica here has developed some impressive new skills.  We did lots of fellatio practice over the past twelve weeks. Erica can now accept the biggest imaginable cock down his throat.  We also had a pussy worship course -- I taught that one myself.  And I'm pleased to report that Erica has a very, very talented tongue.  You will be very pleased.  We also practiced some group sex.  Erica learned to take two dicks up his ass and two more in his mouth, all at the same time!  Erica, how much is two dicks plus two dicks?" Ms. Trainer asked in her speaking-to-a-child voice.

"Four dicks, Ms. Trainer," came the pitiful reply.

"Oh my, Erica!  Did you pleasure four men at once?  Why what a little whore you are!"

We burst into laughter once again.

"Go change, Erica," Ms. Trainer instructed.

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 5

When Erica reappeared, Ms. Trainer excitedly said, "Oh, Roberto, this one is for you!  Now I know you like to have the boys over every Wednesday for poker.  And I know you like to have Erica serve them drinks and food and so on.  Now, what do your buddies think about being served by a sissy?"

"Some of them are really freaked out by it," replied Roberto. "But most are into it, since he is so pretty and will do whatever they tell him to do."

"Well, imagine this, Roberto.  Instead of greeting your friends in a maid's uniform, picture Erica appearing dressed like this!  He looks like the hostess at a fancy club or casino, don't you think?  I think it will really add some elegance to your poker parties.  Now are you getting the idea of what a 'decorative sissy' can be?"

"Yes, I think so.  I mean, he looks fantastic in that dress.  It's SO short!" he said with a giant smile.

"Now wait until you see this," added Ms. Trainer.

And with that she instructed Erica to remove the little chiffon bolero jacket that he had been wearing over his dress. Two skinny straps held up Erica's sparkly blue dress.  The spaghetti straps seemed to accentuate how skinny and delicate his shoulders now were.

"Oh, yeah," said Roberto. "That is so fuckin' hot!"

"I knew you'd like this," said Ms. Trainer.  "And I know your friends will as well.  I think they will really enjoy ogling your sissy while he is dressed like this.  I bet a lot of hands will find their way up that short skirt for a grab of his cute little ass, don't you think?"

"I know it!" said Roberto.  "Turn around, bitch," Roberto ordered.

Roberto went over and did exactly what Ms. Trainer described.  He roughly reached up under Erica's short dress and gave his bottom a hard squeeze.  "You like that, don't you, you stupid sissy bitch?"

"Oh yes sir," Erica obediently replied. "Yes, I like it when you grab my ass.  Sir."

"I think your friends will never miss another poker night ever again," opined Ms. Trainer.  "Now, be a good little sissy and put on another of your pretty new dresses for us."

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 4

Erica re-entered the room where Roberto, Ms. Trainer and I were sitting.  This time he was wearing an elegant gold cocktail dress, sleeveless with a deep vee back.  The bodice of the dress was decorated with little pearls, while a wide sash of gathered fabric wrapped around him, just below the bust.  He looked so elegant and beautiful.  Simply stunning!                                                                          I was still astonished by how skinny and delicate he looked, his pretty new dress draped over his slender shoulders.  Ever since I feminized him five years ago, I have been able to easily dominate Erica -- mentally and physically -- but in his current emaciated state, I'm was pretty sure I would be able to do anything I could imagine to him physically.  Pick him up.  Throw him down.  Slap him around.  Anything.  The thought got me excited.

I looked again at Erica's face.  The fear and sadness were so visible, his eyes barely holding back back tears of shame and anxiety.                                                                                         "What's with this crazy fashion show?" Roberto asked. "Why can't we just throw Erica into the trunk of the car and take him home already?"                                                                                         "Roberto, I already explained this to you about a dozen times," I said with some exasperation.  "Part of the training Erica received was in becoming a 'decorative sissy.'  Ms. Trainer is letting us see some of Erica's new outfits that he'll be wearing at home."

"What's wrong with his maid's uniforms?" Roberto asked.                                                                                                                                                Ms. Trainer jumped in to help me out.  "Roberto, 'decorative sissies' are all the latest rage.  Of course it only really works if you have an exceptionally pretty sissy like Erica.  But let me explain.  Of course there is nothing wrong with him wearing a maid's uniform.  When Erica is doing his chores -- cooking, cleaning, etc. -- he will continue to dress as a maid.  But at other times he can serve you in a more 'decorative' manner.  Like when he is bringing you coffee in bed or greeting you when you return home in the evening, Erica will change into one of his pretty new dresses and high strappy shoes so he can look his very best while he's serving you.  And think how elegant it will be when Erica greets your guests at the front door dressed like this, to take their coats and to show them in.  And say you and your wife are relaxing in den or entertaining another couple, Erica can be posed where ever you want him, silently and motionlessly adding some beauty to your home.  As a 'decorative sissy,' think of him more like a pretty vase or painting on the wall than as a person."

"Or a Barbie doll," Roberto responded.

 "Yes. Very much like a Barbie doll," Ms. Trainer replied.  "But you can't gang fuck a Barbie doll in the ass, now can you?"  We all had a huge laugh at Ms. Trainer's joke.  Well, all except Erica.                                                                                          "But won't that be a lot of extra work, changing in and out of his maid's dress and these fancy dresses, re-doing his hair and make-up, several times a day?" Roberto asked.                                                                                                               "Of course it will be a lot of extra time and effort for Erica, but he doesn't mind.  Do you, sweetie?  You will be honored to work hard to be extra pretty around the house. Right?"

"Yes, Ms. Trainer.  I will be honored to make myself extra pretty around the house," Erica replied softly, staring down at the floor, unable to meet our eyes as his future as a Barbie-like fuck toy was joked about right in front of him.                                                                                               "Such a sweet sissy," Ms. Trainer cooed.  "Time for another dress!"

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 3

"Oh, this is one of my favorite dresses," Ms. Trainer gushed as Erica re-entered the room where we were sitting.  "It's so prim and proper, with its high satin collar and elbow-length sleeves.  But it's so short!  It really shows off Erica's pretty legs, don't you agree?  And the illusion top really makes it so sexy."                                                                                                    Roberto and I heartily agreed.  "His legs are perfect!" I enthused.  "I think his legs are better than mine. I'm jealous!"                                                                                            "Naughty sissy!" Ms. Trainer pretend scolded.  "Making your wife jealous.  That won't do.  I imagine you will have to be punished for that."  Ms. Trainer winked at me and gave me a big smile, enjoying adding a little extra terror to Erica's day.

"Stand right there, Erica," Ms. Trainer instructed as she invited me to stand next to Erica.  "Just look at how tailored and form-fitting this dress is." She took my hand and placed it on Erica's waist.  "Can you feel the special corset he is wearing under his dress?" she asked me. "These new corsets are so smooth and thin, you can't see them, even under the tightest or clingiest of outfits.  But it's on there, really cinching Erica in where he needs it most."  I ran my hands around Erica's mid-section.                                                                                                                                 "Oh yes," I said. "I can definitely feel it.  It feels like it is made of steel -- it's so hard."                                                                                                       "Yes, exactly," Ms. Trainer confirmed. "It's an amazing contraption.  It's impossible for Erica to put it on or take it off by himself.  You will have to zip him in and out of it.  But I recommend that sissies keep their corsets on almost 24 hours a day.  It is a very good idea for sissies to sleep in their corsets. It helps with making the figure training permanent.  And while wearing this corset, your little sissy will never slouch again. I think proper posture is so important for a sissy."

Then Roberto spoke up.  "Did you cut off his dick?" he asked, completely out of the blue.                                                                         "Oh goodness no," answered Ms. Trainer.  "I would never do that without explicit instructions from a sissy's owners."                                                                                            I explained.  "Roberto has been urging me to have Erica's dick cut off so he can have a real pussy made.  Someday we'll do that, Roberto.  Just be patient.  I want Erica to keep his little dickie for a while longer.  I don't want him to start thinking he's a real woman.  Anyway, Roberto, I know you enjoy fucking Erica's tight sissy-pussy, now don't you?" 

Roberto had to admit he did.

"You are a very lucky sissy, Erica," Ms. Trainer said. "Your wife/mistress and her lover are very fond of you and take wonderful care of you.  Don't you agree, dear?"

"Yes, Ms. Trainer.  I agree.  I am very lucky that my owners take such good care of me," Erica managed to whisper.

"Very good, sweetie," Ms. Trainer said.  "Now go put on the next outfit."

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 2

After a few minutes, Sissy Erica returned to the room, this time wearing a delightful navy blue, knee length cocktail dress.  The fabric gathered below the bust highlighting Erica's exquisite figure. His hair was still perfectly coifed as he paraded in front of us atop his silver heels.

I was completely struck by how beautiful he was -- sexy actually -- yet at the same time his eyes clearly showed the extreme sadness and shame and fear he was feeling.

"Turn around, sweetie," Ms. Trainer instructed.  "We want to see you from every angle.  Erica complied, showing us his sweet little ass, his dress tailored to highlight his tush. It looked just as perfect as it did in the gold silk dress he was wearing before. "Go ahead, Roberto," Ms. Trainer urged.  "Go ahead and give it a squeeze -- or a spank. I'm sure you want to!" she said with a laugh.  And with that Roberto got up from the sofa and walked up to Erica, still standing motionless with his back to us.  Roberto but his hand on Erica's ass and started rubbing and squeezing. "Oh, yeah. That's nice!" Roberto reported. "Really nice..."  Despite his extensive training, I could see Erica shudder and stiffen as Roberto placed his big manly hand on his pert little bottom.







"That's enough for now," I said to Roberto. "There will be plenty of time for that when we get home."

I have to apologize.  I jumped right into my story without giving you any of the background.  Eric and I were married about seven years ago.  It wasn't until after we were married that I learned that Eric was a sissy crossdresser.  He tried to hide it from me but of course I figured out what was going on.  Well about five years ago I decided that I was tiring of Eric's secretive crossdressing on the weekends and his pathetic attempts to act masculine the rest of the time.  I was no longer interested in him sexually and I wanted to make some major changes in our lives.  I decided that it was time for him to give into his weak, feminine and submissive nature once and for all.  I did some research and learned about Ms. Trainer's Transformation Services.  This was exactly what I wanted. I immediately enrolled Eric in the complete sissification package.  He cried and cried when he realized what was about to happen to him as I handed him over to Ms. Trainer's staff.  But they quickly sedated him and dragged him inside to begin his fourteen month conversion.



At about the same time that I deposited hubby Eric at the Transformation Academy, I met my current lover, Roberto.  Roberto is an amazing lover -- strong and masculine.  He and I share the Master Bedroom.  And Eric -- now Erica -- has moved into a small bedroom near the laundry.  Erica is our submissive sissy maid 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  He is our personal slave doing whatever we want or need -- he cooks and cleans, serves us breakfast in bed, he massages and bathes us --everything.  And Roberto really enjoys fucking Erica, especially when I'm away.  I don't mind.  Roberto is a real man and he has his needs.

Roberto and I decided that we would celebrate our five year anniversary by taking a three month tour of Europe.  I was so excited!  It was going to cost a fortune, but that's OK because Eric had made millions in software before he became Erica.  And now Eric's millions are all mine.

Anyway, Roberto and I planned our trip.  But what to do about Erica? We couldn't leave him unsupervised for three months.  So I call Ms. Trainer for advice.  She suggested that, while we were away, I leave Erica with her for a brand new program she was launching -- An intensive "Sissy Refresher Course" for advanced sissies. Ms. Trainer gave me an initial description over the phone and later emailed me more details.  It sounded perfect so I agreed right away, even though it was very, very expensive.  And now that I was seeing the results, I know we had made the right decision and it was worth every penny.

"That's very nice Erica," Ms. Trainer said.  "Go back and put on the next outfit and model it for us."  And off Erica went again.

Before Erica minced out of the room on his high silver heels, I caught his eye once again.  Whatever Ms. Trainer had done to him over the past twelve weeks had left him a nervous, terrified wreck.

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 1

"Come out here now, Erica," Ms. Trainer called.  "Your wife and her lover are here and they are dying to see the new you."

Tentatively, timidly, Erica -- formerly my husband Eric -- entered the room.  I gasped.  My Erica was gorgeous.  He was wearing a lovely silk dress in the palest gold.  His hair was perfectly styled.  And he was so skinny!

"Don't be frightened, Erica," Ms. Trainer said gently.  "You look lovely.  There is nothing to be embarrassed about."  Despite Ms. Trainer's reassurances, Erica seemed terribly nervous.  I could tell that he was on the verge of tears.  "Come along now, Erica.  Be a good girl."   Erica walked across the room and stood in front of Roberto and me. He delicately held a cute clutch purse in his manicured fingers.

"Ms. Trainer," I said. "He's lovely.  I mean...fantastic."  Ms. Trainer smiled with satisfaction.

"I thought you would be impressed," she replied.







I had deposited Erica here just twelve weeks ago.  Of course he was already a fully feminized sissy, having gone through Ms. Trainer's transformation process some years ago.  But now he looked so beautiful, so elegant.  And so incredibly skinny.

"How did you get him to be so skinny?" I asked.  Erica was already very, very thin before.  But now -- wow!

"Well, it's not too complicated.  It's a combination of a severe -- and I mean severe -- diet, combined with a lipo/body sculpting procedure, combined with some amazing corsetry that he's wearing that I get from Japan.  It's terribly uncomfortable -- but the results are so worth it!  Erica, don't you just love wearing your corset?"

Erica spoke for the first time.  "Yes, Ms. Trainer, I love wearing my corset."  His words were barely a whisper.  He seemed so upset.  I could see tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.  And he was trembling very slightly, perched about his silver, strappy high heels.







"Ms. Trainer," I asked.  Why is he trembling like that?"

"Well," she replied, "It has been quite a difficult twelve weeks for our lovely Erica here.  He has really done his best to cooperate with our refresher program for advanced sissies.  But it hasn't been easy, has it Erica?"

"No, Ms. Trainer.  It has not been easy," came his breathy reply.

"There, there.  Try to relax, Erica.  We wouldn't want your tears to ruin your make-up now, would we?

"No, Ms. Trainer," he replied.

Ms. Trainer continued.  "Our little sissy Erica may also be nervous about what awaits him when he returns home with you and Roberto.  All of this extra training he has received is for a purpose.  And he is well aware of just how attractive -- enticing, really -- he has become.  And I think he is nervous about what you have in mind for him."

"Ah, I understand," I replied.  Of course the experience of the last twelve weeks would have been both punishingly cruel, as well as plant seeds of anxiety for what his life would be like when we returned home.

"Now come over here, Erica," Ms. Trainer ordered.  "Let me help you off with your jacket."  Erica obediently stood still while Ms. Trainer undid the buttons in the back and slid the jacket off of my sissy.

As the jacket came off, Roberto said, "Damn!"

"Damn is right!" agreed Ms. Trainer.  "That is one fantastic looking sissy!"

I couldn't believe my eyes. With the little jacket off, Erica posed there in front of us, in his strapless dress.  His shoulders were impossibly skinny and delicate.  He was obviously dying with shame as Roberto and I took in this sight.  Again, I thought Erica was about to start crying.


"Now turn around Erica.  Let's show your wife and Roberto how pretty you are from the back," Ms. Trainer instructed.  I loved how Ms. Trainer talked to Erica in a voice you would use speaking to a little child. But when speaking to Roberto and me, she would talk about Erica as if he wasn't even in the room.  There was a sly, cruel -- but also very humorous -- way to everything Ms. Trainer did with her sissies.




Erica turned around and Roberto let out an involuntary whistle.  "Oh my God!" I gasped.  "His ass...it's simply perfect."

Ms. Trainer smiled with satisfaction.  And even with his back to us I could sense Erica's deepening sense of shame as we all talked about his cute round ass.

"Erica, go back into the other room and put on one of your other dresses.  I know your wife and Roberto will enjoy seeing you model your cute new outfits."  And with that, poor Erica minced out of the room to change.

A Pretty Little Sissy for Ms. Jones -- Part 2

"Good," said Ms. Jones with a satisfied smile. "Because I want us to become very special friends." And with that she took of the blouse and skirt she had been wearing and stood in front of Veronica in just her bra and panties. Sissy Veronica's eyes nearly popped out of his head having never seen a woman undressed in real life, let alone a sexy, curvy goddess like Ms. Jones.

"Now tell me, Veronica, tell me that you want to be a beautiful woman like me.  Say it!"

"Oh, yes, Ms. Jones, I want to be a beautiful woman just like you!"  Ms. Jones smiled with great satisfaction.

"Now come here, Veronica," Ms. Jones instructed.  She wrapped her arms around the sissy's narrow shoulders and pulled him close to her enormous breasts.  She kissed him hard on the lips and let her hands start to explore Veronica's skinny, smooth body.

"Now, Veronica, I want you to start kissing me all over my body," Ms. Jones instructed and sissy Veronica did as he was told, starting at Ms. Jones' neck and working his way down to her breasts, her belly and beyond.

As Ms. Jones looked into her new sissy plaything's eyes, she thought about all the fun they would have together.  She thought about how exciting it will be to attack her sweet young thing with an enormous strap-on dildo, taking Veronica's sissy virginity away from him.  She thought about how much fun it will be to invite her friends over -- men and women -- and to share her sissy plaything with them.  She started thinking about having a couple of giant studs spit-roast the little sissy -- one dick in his mouth, the other up his sissy pussy -- while she filmed it for the internet.  That thought made her pussy very wet!

"Now, Veronica, you have to understand that your are a sissy and that you now belong to me.  That means you have to do everything I tell you to do, without question or hesitation.  Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Ms. Jones, I understand," Sissy Veronica softly replied.

"What do you understand, sissy?"

"That I am your sissy and that I now belong to you.  And that I must do everything you tell me to do," the sissy repeated back.







"Good, sissy," Ms. Jones replied.  "Now take off your bra and panties and put on this condom.  I am going to let you fuck me with your itty-bitty sissy-dickie-wickie."  Ms. Jones laughed.

Sissy Veronica stripped as ordered and put on the condom.  Ms. Jones instructed him exactly what she wanted him to do to bring her pleasure.  And he did it.  She had the most explosive and satisfying orgasm she had had in years.  Sissy Veronica came as well, of course.  It was the most exciting moment of his life.





"Remove the condom very carefully, sissy, and hand it to me.  Now close your eyes, tilt your head back and open your mouth."  Sissy Veronica did as ordered without question.  And as he did, Ms. Jones emptied the contents of the condom into the sissy's open mouth, squeezing every last drop of sissy cum out onto Veronica's tongue.  "That's a good sissy," Ms. Jones breathed. "Swallow it all, every drop.  Sissies have to eat cum every day, so get used to it.  Some days it will be your cum, but many days it will be another man's cum."







Ms. Jones handed Sissy Veronica the white bra and panty he had been wearing earlier.  "Put these back on and wear them under your clothes tonight and at school tomorrow.  You better be wearing them when you come to my house immediately after school.   Do you understand?"

Sissy Veronica put on the bra and panties and got dressed to go home.  "Yes, Ms. Jones.  I understand completely."

A Pretty Little Sissy for Ms. Jones -- Part 1

This is Ms. Jones. She is a forty-ish divorcee with an incredible body and some pretty kinky ideas. While she dates a lot of men, she rarely feels satisfied with conventional relationships. She's tried being with other women and with groups -- but nothing has ever really felt completely fulfilling. That all changed when she got to know Vernon, the boy who lives next door.

Ms. Jones and Vernon have a secret that they share. Actually they have several secrets. One secret is that Vernon is a little sissy fairy who loves to dress up and act like a girl. The other secret is that Ms. Jones has turned sissy Vernon into her feminized love toy.

Ms. Jones had known for some time that Vernon was a little sissy. She had discovered that Vernon was accidentally using the Wi-Fi signal from her house to access the internet. With a little help she was able to monitor the internet sites Vernon visited and even read his emails and blog posts! Well, Ms. Jones learned that Vernon was into some wild stuff. Little Vernon was visiting a bunch of hardcore tranny sites -- including this blog! -- and was exchanging emails with some other sissies and admirers. Thinking that all his internet activity was anonymous, Vernon wrote long emails and posts about how he loved dressing up like a girl, how he longed for someone to turn him into a woman with large breasts, and on and on.

Ms. Jones found it very exciting to be the only person in the world who knew Vernon's secret. She would sometimes subconsciously touch herself as she spied on her little sissy neighbor's internet antics. Over time she found herself thinking about Vernon obsessively, finding the idea of a girly-sissy boy arousing. She decided to take action.

One day when Vernon was taking the garbage cans out and was all alone, Ms. Jones approached him. "Vernon, I have something very important to talk to you about. But I am only going to say this once so listen carefully. I know you are a little sissy crossdresser." Vernon was about to say something to try to deny it but Ms. Jones would have none of it. "Shut up!" she snarled sharply, causing Vernon to jump. "I told you to listen to me and I meant it!" she said in a growling, commanding way. "I know you are a sissy faggot and that's OK with me. I don't plan on telling your mother or anyone -- if you do what I ask of you. Do I have your attention?"

Vernon nodded meekly. Ms. Jones noted with satisfaction how easy it was to dominate him with just a few strong words. She also noted that even dressed as a boy he looked rather girlish, his long brown hair hanging over his rather delicate features.

"Now, I think you are going to like my proposal. Starting tomorrow, you are to come over to my house everyday after school as well as on weekends. I have plenty of girly clothes and make-up and everything you need to have your little sissy fun. I will even help you. How does that sound?"

She already knew the answer. Even though it was hard for him to admit it, the offer was like a dream come true.

The next afternoon Vernon came over to Ms. Jones house as she had instructed. She greeted him with a big hug and brought Vernon up to her bedroom where she had him undress completely, right in front of her. Ms. Jones laughed when she saw how tiny Vernon's little dickie was. Vernon was so embarrassed but completely powerless to do anything other than accept the humiliation he was experiencing.










Ms. Jones reached into a dresser and pulled out a a very pretty white bra and panty set. She explained to Vernon that this underwear belonged to one her girl lovers who was just about the same size as Vernon. She helped Vernon pull on the panties and to tuck his tiny dickie. She then fastened the bra behind his back. "Vernon," she explained, "you are going to have to learn to do this all by yourself." She then brushed out his hair and put some make-up on him. She slipped a pair of sexy, strappy black heels onto his feet. She told him to lie back on her bed as she started to take photos of him. "Do you like this, Ver..." she hesitated. "Do you like this, Veronica?" she asked. 

"Oh, yes, Ms. Jones. Very much," he replied breathlessly.

"Do you like dressing like a girl, Veronica? Are you a little fairy sissy? Well, are you?"

"Yes, Ms. Jones," he replied. "I am a little sissy fairy and I like dressing like a girl."

"Good girl, Veronica," Ms. Jones cooed. "We are going to have a wonderful time together."

As Ms. Jones continued to snap photos of sissy Veronica in his pretty white bra and panties, she asked, "Do you like me?"

"Um, yes. Of course I do," he replied.

"And do you think I'm pretty, Veronica?" she continued.

"Oh yes, Ms. Jones. I think you are beautiful. I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"And do you wish you could have great big, soft titties, and a pussy, like I have, Veronica?"









"Oh, yes, Ms. Jones. Yes," Vernon panted.

"Good," said Ms. Jones with a satisfied smile. "Because I want us to become very special friends." And with that she took of the blouse and skirt she had been wearing and stood in front of sissy Veronica in just her bra and panties.