A Reluctant Sissy -- Part 8 -- A Letter to Mrs. Trainer

It had been about a month since Kimberly was returned home to me and I decided to write a letter to Mrs. Trainer.

"Dear Mrs. Trainer, 

I can't believe it has already been four weeks since my Kimberly was returned to me.  I can not thank you enough for the dramatic improvements you made to my son's attitude and behavior.  I am so happy to report that he has been an absolute DELIGHT since I picked him up at the airport.

Let me fill you in on some details.

When Kimberly arrived at the International Terminal, he was dressed just as you had promised -- in that adorable cream colored two piece outfit with the belted top and the pleated skirt. And those beautiful high heeled shoes.  If you hadn't prepared me by sending the photo to be ahead of time, I would have fainted seeing how beautiful he looked!  Anyway, as he stepped off the gateway, he walked right up to me, eyes pointed down to my shoes, and he curtsied!  He actually curtsied to me right there in the airport!  He thanked me for sending him to your school and promised that he would never disappoint or disobey me ever again.  I told him that a new life awaited for him at home and off we went.                                                                                  When we arrived home, I showed him to his room which had been completely redecorated since he left.  There was no trace of his past life.  All the furniture was white and there were lacy curtains over the windows. The drawers and closets were already full of his lingerie and dresses and shoes and all the lovely outfits you had shipped to me before he arrived. And of course there was a vanity table and mirror for him to do his hair and make-up.

As you suggested, I wasted no time getting Kimberly introduced to his new schedule and responsibilities.  He is so wonderful at following directions -- I only have to tell him to do things once and he immediately gets busy fulfilling my every need.  Of course that includes all the cooking and cleaning.  But I also have him bathe me every evening -- that was quite an experience the first time for both of us!  I'm sure others would find it quite shocking for me to be naked and bathed by my former son.  But there is nothing sexual about it.  I know it sends a powerful message about who is in charge and who is subservient. 

Also, per your instructions, I arranged for Kimberly to "make amends" for all the past trouble he had caused and believe me, that was a very long list indeed.  I had Kimberly dress in the outfit pictured here.  I know he hated it but he said nothing.  Just look it him!  That dress is ridiculous -- and just perfect for what I had planned.                                                                             About two weeks ago, I had Kimberly put on this outfit.  He knew something was up as soon as he put it on!  And off we went to downtown.  I made a list of every store that he had shoplifted from and we went to each one.  Kimberly went in, curtseyed to the manager and asked for forgiveness for is past misbehavior.  People in the store watching this couldn't believe their eyes.  Most had no idea what they were witnessing -- this absurdly dressed young women, fighting back tears as she (he) begged for forgiveness!  It was wonderful!.

But the best part came next.  After visiting about a dozen stores downtown and several more at the mall -- we went to the high school next!  As you said, there is no reason for Kimberly to ever return to school -- he learned everything he will ever need to know at your training academy.  But Kimberly needed to make amends to many teachers and administrators at the school for all the trouble he had caused.  So there we were -- for a couple of hours.  Walking the hallways, going room to room, office to office, curtseying and apologizing to every teacher and every administrator that had been subject to his misbehavior.  And of course, only a million of his classmates saw him as we walked through the busy hallways.  There were many giggles, much pointing and quite a few "salty" comments from some of his former classmates.  Well that experience was traumatic for Kimberly to say the least.  He was in tears before we were even half through our rounds!

Anyway, life is wonderful with my new and improved Kimberly.  Thank you for saving him and returning him to me.  It was for the best -- especially for him.

Yours,   Mrs. _________"

A Reluctant Sissy -- Part 7 -- Going Home

It had been nearly six months since I had deposited my rotten, trouble-making son at Mrs. Trainer's "academy" outside of London when I received this letter from her:

"Dear Mrs. _______

The big day has finally arrived!  Your son has graduated from our sissy transformation program and I know you will be absolutely delighted with the results.

Your darling Kimberly is prepared to be obedient and submissive to you in every way.  I would urge you to begin thinking hard about how you will incorporate Kimberly into your life at home.  I'm sure you are already thinking about how Kimberly will take care of all the household chores -- cleaning, cooking, laundry, ironing, etc.  But there is so much more you can expect from your new sissy.  Your sissy exists only to enhance your life in every way imaginable.  Get creative.  Your sissy can serve you breakfast in bed or massage your feet while you are eating lunch (that he has prepared and served you). Your sissy can bathe and dress you --- there is no point being modest around your sissy; it is best to think of your sissy as an extension of yourself.  Your sissy can tidy up after you have enjoyed time with your lover."

I stopped reading for a moment to let Mrs. Trainer's words sink in.  Having Kimberly bathe and dress me...? I hadn't thought of that, but it gave me a tingle just thinking about it.  And it had been years since I had experienced a lover -- and all because I was constantly dealing with my son's misbehavior.  Well, that would certainly be fair -- making Kimberly tidy up after I'm done having sex with a man since he prevented me from having any romantic relationships for so long.

I returned to the letter.

"It is important to keep your sissy busy and on a strict schedule at all times.  For many of our clients, sissy bedtime (I we mean lights-out!) is 8:30pm, with wake-up at 4:30am.  That gives your sissy 90 minutes to prepare themselves for the day and make themselves look lovely for you, and another hour to prepare the house and breakfast for you by 7:00am.  Of course you will establish whatever schedule best suits you.

And PLEASE, do not miss opportunities to punish and berate your sissy.  The smallest mistake or infraction (even if you have to make it up!) should be dealt with severely.  Over the knee spankings are very effective (always use a hairbrush to protect your hands) and scolding is always appropriate.  Reminding Kimberly frequently that he is a pathetic, weak, stupid, worthless sissy is very beneficial.

We will be putting Kimberly on a plane home to you in just seven days from now.  We will send several cases of clothes and other items that Kimberly will need.  We will also send along our sissy owners manual that is filled with useful tips for getting the most from your new sissy.

Enjoy the photo enclosed.  We are having Kimberly model the outfit that he will wear on the plane ride home to you.  This is what he will look like when you see him next week at the airport.  Isn't this marvelous.  So beautiful and so impractical!  He will certainly get plenty of attention during his journey home.

All of us here at the Academy have been delighted to work with your son.  We are very pleased with the changes we were able to make in him.

We are always here for you if you need us in the future.

Regards, Mrs. Trainer" 

A Reluctant Sissy -- Part 6 - Sissies for Hire

About a month had passed before I received another letter from Mrs. Trainer.

"Dear Mrs. ____,

Sorry for the delay in writing but things here at the school are very busy indeed.  This is a crucial time in our training process where we expect to see our sissies display the attitude and actions that are expected of them without any reminders, prodding or punishment.  We are still enjoying our trips into London and our Thursday night officers' parties.  And I am delighted to report that your son is by far the best behaved, hardest working, most delightful little sissy in the entire class.  We are absolutely thrilled with how far he has come in just five short months here.

There is a special privilege (well, I 'm not sure the sissies see it as a privilege) that we reserve for our most accomplished, most feminized, most obedient sissies.  On occasion, if one (or more) of our handsome, older Air Force officers wants to "borrow" a sissy, that is something we can sometimes arrange.  Well, I can assure you that ALL of the gentlemen are asking for time with your beautiful son.

Sometimes an officer will request a sissy to be their date for an evening of dining and clubbing in London.  Your Kimberly  went on such a date two weeks ago wearing that adorable black minidress.  Doesn't he look divine.  Our officer was so proud having this lovely sissy hanging on his arm all evening, showing him off to all his friends."                                                                                                               I stopped reading long enough to look at the first photo.  I nearly fainted at the sight of my son wearing a very sexy minidress -- and looking amazing in it.  He looked so delicate, so feminine.  The short dress made his legs look so long and slender, the high heels he wore added to the effect.   I took a breath and returned to the letter.

"Then last week, another officer borrowed Kimberly for an entire weekend, jetting him off to some swanky island resort.  We assembled some fabulous outfits for your son for this little adventure.  I simply love the very revealing black top combined with the wide leg trousers.  Your son looks like he stepped out of a fashion magazine!  And the fun part of wearing that top - it makes our sissies wish that their boobs were actually larger than they are (but the hormones only work so fast -- don't worry, you can expect a lot more progress in this department over the months ahead).  We also sent your son off with a sexy swimsuit for his resort getaway."

I stopped again to look at these two photos.....

"And please don't be concerned by the expression on Kimberly's face.  I'm happy to report that he is not sneering or frowning for the camera.  Rather, he is genuinely frightened of being sent away for time alone with these men.  As awful as life is for our sissies in the school, they become familiar with their surroundings and the routine and they take comfort in that.  But when they are sent off into the world on their own, with no chaperone, that can be very unsettling.  Your lovely Kimberly was absolutely trembling with fear before being sent off on these two "assignments."                                                                                                                But I'm happy to tell you that in both instances our officer friends were absolutely delighted with Kimberly's company!  

There is a group of three officers who have inquired as to whether they could take Kimberly away for a weekend at a country estate they are renting.  I think that sounds like a marvelous idea.  I'm sure they will find all sorts of ways to keep your darling son busy!  

I expect that there will be some sad faces over at the base when it's time for your Kimberly to be sent home to you.

That's all for now.  We are in the final stages of preparing your son to go home to you!

Sincerely, Mrs. Trainer"

A Reluctant Sissy -- Part 5 -- Elegant Nights

When I opened my most recent update letter from Mrs. Trainer, these two photos fell out of the envelope.  I must have stared at them for five whole minutes before I could tear myself away from them to read her letter to me.

"Dear Mrs. ____, 

I am very pleased to report that our progress with your son is proceeding very, very well.  An entirely new personality is being revealed; One that is demure, gentle and obedient.  I am sure you will be delighted when you see the finished product in just a few short months from now.

Now that our sissy students have been with us for 16 weeks, the intensity of the training and our expectations of our "ladies" increases quite dramatically.  Days are longer, infractions are dealt with more severely and our behavior and personality manipulation (some might call it brainwashing) is taken to a new level.

We are very fortunate that our school is located just a few miles from a Royal Air Force base.  Over time, we have developed a relationship with a select group of senior officers from the base that we can trust.  Every Thursday night, we invite our officer friends over for a very swanky party with our darling sissies.  The officers tell their wives that they are working late (seems to happen every Thursday!) and our sissies entertain these handsome gentlemen from early in the evening until well past midnight.

We dress our sissies up in their finest outfits to show the officers how much we appreciate their company.  And it should be no surprise that your little Kimberly is one of the officers' favorites!  The gentlemen arrive -- in full dress uniform, of course -- around 6:00pm.  It's cocktails and flirting with the sissies.  Then dinner at 8:00 followed by more cocktails, dancing and...well, whatever the officers want to do.  We have plenty of space here at the school for the officers to take a sissy somewhere private for some one-on-one time.  This goes on for a few more hours until our gentlemen guests are exhausted and need to head home to their families.

You may be curious as to why we incorporate some much interaction with men into our training program.  Let me explain.  First, when our sissies are in the presence of alpha males, like our wonderful RAF officers, they are shocked into realizing just how little they have in common with such real men.  Being surrounded by strong, masculine, muscular men, our sissies feel small and delicate and weak.  They recognize nothing of themselves in our handsome guests.

Second, it is understood by all that the sissies are to cooperate with and please our guests at all times.  Our officers are accustomed to having their instruction followed and their needs met.  It is wonderful practice for our sissies to understand that their role is only to please and to serve.  At this point in their training, they are beginning to feel a sense of fulfillment, and even pride, in their submissiveness and servitude to these strong, dominant men.

I will write again with more photos as soon as I can.

Sincerely, Mrs. Trainer"

I put away Mrs. Trainer's letter and again marveled at the photos of my beautiful, elegant, ladylike son.  I could just imagine how these older gentlemen would absolutely drool at the site of such a lovely young "girl."  And while at first I was shocked by the thought of him being forced to endure...encounters...with men, I could see Mrs. Trainer's point that it was probably a very powerful indoctrination and re-education tool.  I reminded myself of just how bad his behavior was before I sent him away and how I was in favor of whatever Mrs. Trainer felt she needed to do to fix his awful behavior and attitude. 

 

A Reluctant Sissy -- Part 3 -- Sissies go to Church

It had only been a week since my last letter when I received another update from Mrs. Trainer on my sissy son's progress at Mrs. Trainer's "transformation" academy

"Dear Mrs. _____, 

All of our sissies, including your pretty son, continue to make wonderful progress.  Of course, there are challenges to overcome, but nobody said it would be easy!

There is so much activity here at the academy every day and every week.  I know you never had the opportunity to attend our full orientation program for sissy guardians and owners, so I hope my letters will help you get a full picture of all the fun we are having here (well, fun for us. Not so much fun for the sissies!  Ha ha!)

One lovely tradition we have is that we take all of our sissies to church every Sunday.  The vicar of our local church is quite the pervert and he enjoys getting to know each of our sissy students.  Every week, our sissies get all dolled up in their Sunday finest and we parade them into church, where they all sit in first pew, their dresses and make-up and posture simply perfect."

I marveled at the photos Mrs. Trainer sent of my son wearing these adorable, conservative -- but very stylish -- outfits.  The idea of Mrs. Trainer's staff forcing my son into these clothes and then taking him out in public gave me an unexpected shock of excitement. He's even wearing gloves in one photo!  And I simply love the oversized pearl jewelry they have him wearing.  

And there was that same sad/mad face.  I knew that attending Mrs. Trainer's academy must be torture -- but I also knew that it was for the best.  Besides, he brought it on himself!

I returned to Mrs. Trainer's letter.

"Part of what makes taking our little sissies to church so fun is that the congregation has no idea these are naughty boys all dolled up and in the process of being transformed.  As far as the other churchgoers know, these "ladies" are attending a "finishing school" that I run.  And the best part is, while our little sissies serve coffee and cake after the service, all the church ladies make such a fuss over them saying things like, "How I wish my daughter would act and dress like such a perfect lady," or "I wish my son in London could meet a nice young lady like you."  This attention makes our little sissies absolutely squirm! For the staff at our school, it is one of the high points of our week.

I mentioned that our local vicar takes a very keen interest in our sissies.  He is an obese old man who visits our school several times a week to meet with our sissies one-on-one for  "spiritual development" counseling.  This always seems to involve our sissies enduring a lot of severe over the knee spanking.  And I'm not sure that there is a lot of praying going on, but our sissies seem to spend a lot of time on their knees when they're with him (wink, wink!)

Rest assured, we are doing a very thorough job on your son.  Don't let that insubordinate sneer on his face worry you; your son is stubborn but I promise he will be as meek and gentle as a baby kitten when he returns to you.

Sincerely, Mrs. Trainer"

A Reluctant Sissy -- Part 2 -- Dinner

About two weeks after I received my first report on my son's progress at Ms. Trainer's London facility for enforced feminization and obedience training, I received another update -- with more photos.  Let me share this latest update with you:

"Dear Mrs. ____,                                                                                                                               We wanted to let you know that we are continuing to make good progress with your son's transformation.  As you know, he is rather strong-willed and stubborn - but our staff loves a challenge!  And we have the tools and the experience to break down even the most reluctant sissy.                                                                                                                                                             The enclosed photos show your son dressed for dinner.  Dinner is a rather formal affair here at the facility and we insist that our sissies dress up nightly in an appropriately fancy and feminine manner.  We think your son looks absolutely divine in his dinner dresses.  As you can see, his still refuses to smile for the camera.  He is very unhappy with what we are forcing him to do and he is probably terrified of what the future holds for him.  Regardless, I think he looks simply divine in the nude colored dress and absolutely charming in the green dress"                                                                                                                                               I took a moment to study these latest photos.  I could hardly believe that this lovely creature in the long sleeveless dresses was really my son!  He looked so ladylike, so elegant.  But I certainly did recognize his scowl -- just about the only expression I ever saw him make.  Well, pout as much as you like, sissy boy.  I know you will be no match for Ms. Trainer's staff and their techniques! 

The letter continued:

"I understand that you never received much background on our process here at the facility as I know you deposited your son with us with some urgency.  I thought you would enjoy a quick overview of our process. Every day begins at 5:00AM sharp and our sissies make themselves pretty for the day.  Then for the next 12 hours, it is non-stop chores and training. We are proud of what wonderful domestic workers our sissy graduates are after hundreds of hours of cleaning and cooking and serving -- all under our most strict supervision, of course. There is intense training on etiquette, deportment, speaking, beauty and other skills expected of sissies (did anyone say massage?)  Training here includes classes led by my wonderful staff, supplemented with subliminal messaging and hypnosis.  We have also begun your son on medically supervised hormone treatment (you will recall signing a release for that.)                                                                                                 I did not share it with you in my prior letter, but we did have to use some rather extreme measures on your son during his first weeks with us.  But we know what we are doing in this area and we were able to get him to understand that he is to be obedient and submissive and cooperative -- or risk a repeat of the punishments he received when he first arrived.                                                                                                    Anyway, those days are behind us now and your lovely sissy son is making wonderful progress.    I will write again soon.  Sincerely, Mrs. Trainer."

 

A Reluctant Sissy -- Part 1 -- Arrival

It was just about two years ago that I finally decided that I had had enough!  I am a single mother and my son was completely out of control.  I didn't really care that he was a crossdressing sissy.  I didn't like him getting into my lingerie and make-up and dresses and shoes every time my back was turned.  But I could have lived with that.  There were other problems -- real problems.  He was close to failing out of school, he was getting into all sorts of drugs, and I was spending a fortune getting him out of trouble with the police for his non-stop shoplifting.

There were endless meetings with his teachers and counselors at school.  But they had no answers.  I tried family therapists, but they were useless.  I tried grounding him and every other form of punishment I could think of.  Nothing worked.

And then he stole several pieces of my jewelry and tried to pawn them. That was the last straw!

I remember reading somewhere that there was a Ms. Trainer who ran a service where she could improve the behavior of boys through feminization.  It wasn't easy to track her down, but I did.  I discussed my situation with her and she was very reassuring.  She explained that since my son was already a crossdressing sissy, her techniques should work very effectively on him.  She suggested that I send him to her new facility in London, where the staff and the process were extremely strict and effective.  A new semesters was just about to start and there was one opening (they handle up to six sissies at a time).  I considered this to be a real opportunity so I wasted no time at all in doing what she suggested.

Imagine my son's surprise when we arrived at Ms. Trainer's estate outside of London.  My son thought I had taken him to London so he could go pubbing and what not. You should have seen the look on his face when we pulled up the driveway and two enormous orderlies roughly grabbed him and dragged him out of the car and into the house!

After an initial period a six weeks, during which I had heard nothing about my son's progress, I received my first report from school -- complete with lots of photos!  Let me share their letter with you:

"Dear Mrs. ___, 

We are happy to report that your son has made good progress during his first six weeks with us.  We have decided to call him "Kimberly" -- we hope that name is satisfactory to you. He is settling into our routine of continuous training, behavior modification, and positive and negative reinforcement. There is evidence that we are starting to strip away his awful self-destructive behavior and replace it with a gentler, more compliant, feminized version of himself.  Enclosed please find several photos of how your son is dressed everyday here at the facility.  He really makes an adorable sissy!"

I stopped reading to marvel at the enclosed photos.  I was stunned by just how lovely my son looked in his pretty new dresses.  He had become so skinny in just a few weeks.  And his hair was dyed such a pretty shade of blonde.  His make-up, his jewelry, his sky-high heels -- everything was just so perfect and dainty and feminine.  I could barely believe my eyes.

The letter continued:

"Of course, even though we know he is a sissy at heart, he is resisting the feminization process.  This is normal and not a cause for concern at this early stage.  As you can see, he refuses to smile for our photos. As we remind him daily, we don't care if he is happy or not; he is only succeeding in making his transformation more difficult and more miserable for himself.

We will keep you posted as our time with your son proceeds.

Sincerely, Mrs. Trainer"

Sissy Roommate - Part 10 - The Conclusion

 I know it's been a long story, but now you are up to date.  It's the start of Tank's Junior year.  I dropped out because I knew I couldn't care for Tank and take classes at the same time.  But Tank and I will be living together this year in a beautiful condo that a rich alumnus has provided for Tank.  I've been working hard to make sure it is clean and all ready for Tank when he arrives, which should be any minute now.

I bought some new clothes over the summer, including the outfit you see me wearing here.  I sure hope Tank likes it when he sees me.  And I curled my hair which got longer over the summer.   I'm making an extra effort to look nice since I haven't even seen Tank all summer long!

And best of all, the hormones really kicked in over the summer and my breasts grew a lot! 

Excuse me, my phone is ringing.  Oh great, it's Tank!

"Hi Tank! Are you almost here?  The condo is all clean and I...."

"Stop talking!" Tank barked through the phone. "Jesus Christ! Just shut up and listen!"

"OK  Sorry," I replied softly.

"Look, a lot of stuff happened over the summer. I'm engaged," Tank explained flatly.

"What? I don't understand. Are you joking? What are you saying?" I babbled.

"If you would shut the fuck up, I would tell you, you stupid sissy bitch.  You remember Amber Destry, the swimmer from the Hall of Fame event last Spring?"

"Yes," I answered softly. My tummy started doing backflips. Remember Amber?  How could I forget. She was like a living Barbie doll.

"Well we got engaged this summer. And her dad, who's loaded, has bought us a house off campus to live in together."

"But what about our condo? What does..."

"For the last time, shut the fuck up!  The good news for you is that the alum that owns the condo has agreed to let Jefferson and Jackson live there.  And they seemed pretty interested in you when they met you last year, so I decided that you can just start being their sissy from now on."

I couldn't even make sense of what I was hearing. Tank was engaged to a real girl.  I wasn't going to be living with him.  And Tank had just decided that I would now be...given?...to Jefferson and Jackson.  I started to feel faint.

"Got to go," Tank said and he hung up.

I put down my phone and grabbed hold of the kitchen counter to steady myself.  What was happening?  What was I going to do?  I didn't have a penny to my name and I had no where to go.  My head was spinning.

But not for long.  Because just then I heard the front door being unlocked and in walked Jefferson and Jackson.

"Hello sissy!  We're home!" shouted one of them in a loud sing-song voice.  The other one broke out laughing.

"Damn!  Look how he's dressed!  Did you get all dolled up because you knew we were coming?  You are one sexy sissy!" the first one said. 

The other one grabbed me by the throat with one hand and roughly grabbed one of my soft new breasts with the other. "It's true, Jack! The sissy really does have titties like Tank said!"  He kept squeezing my breast and my neck really hard -- and then he licked my face, from my chin up to my forehead.

Then Jack laughed and said, "You know how I love titties!" Then he said, "Keep holding him like that, Jeff.  I'm gonna get this party started!" as he unzipped his pants.

THE END

Sissy Roommate Part 7 -- Romantic Autumn Afternoon

When Thanksgiving week came around, most students left to go home to spend the week with their families.  But Tank had a big game and practices over the Thanksgiving break, so I stayed to be with him.  And when Tank wasn't at his two-a-day practices or in the gym, he was spending his free time with me.  Here some photos that Tank took of me one afternoon.  He had me get all dressed up and we went into the woods.  He brought a bottle of wine and we found a secluded place where we drank it and then had sex -- right there in the woods!                                                                                                                                   As I've said, my life is getting a bit confusing and complicated since I'm spending so much time dressed up and acting as a sissy girl.  Tank is insisting that I should be dressed and made-up like a girl any time that he's in the dorm room!  I want to make Tank happy -- and I certainly don't want him to be angry with me -- but it's really hard for me to do what Tank is demanding.

To give you a sense of how complicated my life has become: I have to be all dressed and looking pretty for Tank when he returns to the dorm around 9:00 after his early morning work-outs.  He's already eaten breakfast with the team but I always have some eggs and toast ready for him when he comes in that I make on the little hot plate we have. While he eats, he likes to watch ESPN on the TV -- and get a blow job from me.  Tank finishes with his breakfast (and with my mouth) a few minutes before 10:00.  Then he goes off to take his shower and do whatever he does all morning (I don't think he goes to a lot of classes).                                                                                                                            But I have 10:00 lectures to get every day -- and no time to wash off my make up and change back into my boy clothes.  At first I was skipping a bunch of lectures but I was really falling behind.  I realized the only way I could keep up with my lessons was to rush over to the lecture halls still dressed as a girl. I keep to myself and try to sit in the back so that I don't attract too much attention.  But sometimes a boy will sit next to me and try to flirt with me.  I guess I find that sort of exciting, but I try not to encourage it too much.

After my morning lectures, I stop by the dining hall -- still dressed as a girl -- and quickly eat my lunch.  At first I thought everyone would notice me, but so far I haven't had any real issues. Then I rush back to the dorm because Tank usually shows up there around 12:30 after he's had lunch with his buddies.  When Tank arrives, we usually make-out for a little while and then he has sex with me.                                                                                                         I had to beg Tank to let me change back into my boy clothes in the afternoons because that's when I have my small classes.  I can get away with sitting in a big lecture hall pretending to be a girl -- but that doesn't work at all for the small classes.  But since I don't have any classes on Friday afternoons, I usually stay dressed as a girl all day long.

Something else happened on that trip to the woods over Thanksgiving.  After Tank had finished fucking me, he handed me a small bag.  "You have to start taking these," he said.  I looked inside and wasn't sure what I was looking at. "They're birth control pills," Tank explained. "You know, female hormones.  They will make you more like a real girl."  I asked him where he got them and he explained that he told the team doctor that he needed the pills for his girlfriend, and the doctor handed him a six-month supply, no questions asked.

"But I don't think boys are supposed to take those," I stammered. "I mean, those are only for real girls."

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid sissy bitch. I said you're going to take them and that's what you're going to do. In fact, take the first one right now!" 

I fumbled with the packaging and managed to pop out a single pill from it's container. I washed it down with the wine.

"Good," said Tank.  "Now suck me off quick before I have to go to practice."

Sissy Roommate -- Part 6 -- Sissy Doubts

Tank has been giving me money almost every week to buy more outfits.  I think it gets him very excited to send me off to the mall with the assignment of buying clothes to wear that will make me look pretty for him.                                                                                    Here's a cute little outfit I bought on my shopping trip last week.  I love this little denim top.  I think it really shows off how skinny I've become since I started dieting extra hard.  I think my arms look so pretty and feminine in this photo.  And of course I bought another short skirt.  I love how this one is just a little bit flouncy and how it moves and swings as I walk.  But it is so short! If I sit or bend over, my lacy panties are on full display for all to see.   

Tank has been sending me out in public dressed as a girl more frequently.  Tank took these pictures of me outside our dorm building before telling me to go to the Student Union to buy some snacks for him.  At first I was super nervous about walking around campus looking this way. But I was really surprised to discover that nobody recognized me.  I guess that's partly because I was always sort of a loner and didn't have any real friends on campus when I was living as a boy.  But I also like to think it's because I look really cute as a girl.  I certainly get some admiring looks and sometimes comments from the boys I pass as I walk around campus.

I think Tank really likes me and that makes me very happy.  He certainly gets excited and wants to have sex with me a lot. But I guess I should tell you that Tank sometimes brings girls -- especially cheerleaders -- back to our room. He says he needs to keep up his image and that people would think it was really strange if he wasn't sleeping with a bunch of girls.  Anyway, the hardest part is when he texts me that he's bringing a girl over and I have to clear out of the dorm room immediately.  And sometimes I'm all dolled up because I was expecting to spend the evening with Tank.  So I have to quickly clean off my make-up and change back into my boy clothes and plan on spending the night sleeping on the couch in the TV room downstairs.  I guess I get a little jealous when Tank is sleeping with girls and sometimes it's hard for me to fall asleep on the couch thinking about him being in bed with them.  But I believe that Tank really loves me -- in his own way -- and that this is just one more way I need to be a good sissy and to be supportive of my man.

As much as I enjoy making Tank happy -- and as natural as it has become for me to dress and act like a girlish sissy -- sometimes I wonder if I am doing the right thing.  Each day I feel a little part of the person I was before I met Tank disappear.  Sometimes I even get confused if I'm even really a boy any more.  Where will all this lead?                                                                      Anyway, tomorrow I'm going ride the bus back to the mall to buy some more clothes. And this time I am going to go dressed as a girl. That way I can try on things in the ladies dressing room and people won't look at me funny when I'm shopping for bras and underwear. I don't think anyone will guess that I'm not really a girl.  Do you?

Sissy Roommate - part 5 -- Some New Clothes

Well, my trip to the mall was quite an adventure.  I had made a list of the things I thought I would need.  More sexy underwear, some sexy tops and some short short skirts were definitely on the list.  I also planned to buy some more make-up and some brushes and sprays to make my hair look nicer.  And I hoped I would have enough money left over for some perfume -- I thought that Tank would really enjoy that.                                                                             But one thing made me extra nervous about my shopping adventure: Tank had also told me to get some clothes to wear outside.  He was going to make me go outside fully dressed as a girl! So I needed to be smart about what I bought since this wasn't just for sissy dress-up games in our dorm room.

Here's one of the outfits I bought for myself on that first trip to the mall.  Don't you like this cute little top?  I didn't realize when I bought it that it wouldn't even cover my tummy!  But I think it looks super cute.  And I think it looks nice with the short plaid skirt I bought.  I also bought some shoes and a bag that I could take outside with me.

Here's a close-up of my face.  I think you can see that I've gotten a lot better with my make-up.  I think I look very pretty in this photo.                                                                                         Maybe you can tell that I have plucked my eyebrows into a pretty arch shape.  That, along with some eyeliner and mascara, helps make my eyes look extra big and pretty.                                                                                             And Tank really likes it when I wear lipstick.  With some practice, I've gotten really good at putting it on. I spent a little more to get extra long wearing lipstick because regular lipstick doesn't stay on for very long since Tank likes kissing me so much.

And as you can see, Tank was true to his word.  He made me go outside behind our dorm to take these photos.  I was so scared that someone would see me as we went out the back stairs.  But the sensation of being outside dressed as a girl was so exciting!  I loved the feeling of the cool fall air on my exposed skin.  I loved posing for my man as he took dozens of photos of me.                                                                                                And I could tell that Tank was getting excited by taking me outside and making pose for photos.  Because when he was done taking pictures, he grabbed me by the wrist and rushed me back upstairs to our dorm room.  "All fours!  Now!" he growled. I quickly did as I was ordered and positioned myself on my hands and knees on the floor.  Tank pulled down his pants and approached me from behind, lifting up my skirt and pulling down my lacy panties.  Tank loves to fuck me in all sorts of different positions -- but I think he likes it best when I'm on my hands and knees.  I love it when he spanks my bottom while his dick is pumping in and out of me.  It gets me so excited when Tank says how tight my "pussy" is while he's fucking me.  I have to admit that it's pretty painful when Tank fucks me because his cock is so enormous. Sometimes it hurts so much that I cry while Tank is pounding away at me.  But it also makes me feel so happy and fulfilled to be pleasing Tank and to submit to him so completely.

Sissy Roommate -- Part 4 -- My Purple Dress

So from that day forward, I have been Tank's sissy.  He has a tremendous sexual appetite, needing to cum two or three -- and sometimes more -- times every day.  He also expects me to do other stuff for him, like his laundry, which I do every day without being asked.  I know he expects it so I just do it.

At first, I would go through bouts a doubt and self-loathing.  What was I becoming?  Why was I doing this?  I would think about performing oral sex on Tank and get sick to my stomach.  But then these feelings would subside and be replaced by feelings of warmth and happiness and satisfaction unlike any I had ever experienced before, as I assumed the role of the subservient, obedient woman serving her superior, masculine male. 

About half of the things I took from the lost and found bin at the gym turned out to fit me pretty well and it seemed to please Tank when I would get dressed up.  I also got much better at doing my make-up and making my hair look prettier. I also bought a ladies razor at the drug store and started shaving my body. I really like it when Tank runs his big rough hands up and down my soft, smooth legs. 

The best item that I took from the lost and found was a really pretty purple dress.  It had a lovely floral print and a fancy lace inset around the neck line.  I felt so pretty when I wore this -- just like a princess!  

Sometimes, when I would emerge from the bathroom after putting on my dress and my make-up, Tank would have me stand in the middle of the room with my gaze directed downward -- a position of total submission.  He would say something like, "Who do you belong to, sissy bitch?" and I would reply, "I belong to you, Sir." This little ritual would continue for several minutes until Tank was worked up into a frenzy.  Then he would grab me and roughly shove his enormous dick into my mouth.  

Other times, when he saw me wearing this dress, Tank would sit naked on the edge of his bed and he would tell me to climb on his lap and we would make out for a while before he decided it was time for me to suck him off.

Even though I looked pretty in the clothes I had taken from the lost and found, after a while, Tank got tired of seeing me wearing the same things all the time.  He told me to get some more clothes. He peeled off four $100 bills from a fat roll of money he had in his sock drawer and threw them at me. "Go buy some new clothes. Get some sexy stuff."

I had never bought girls clothes before but at least I knew something about my size based on the things I took from the gym.  I decided that the next day I would take the bus to the mall.

Sissy Roommate Part 3 -- I Chose a Path

After Tank forced me to give him a blow job, I raced out of our room and cleaned myself up in the public bathroom down the hall. I decided that in the morning that I would go first to the Dean's office to report Tank and then go to the Housing office to demand a new room. I was going to tell them everything that happened to me last night.  I would probably get Tank expelled.  Or arrested. But for now, it was late at night and there was no way I was going to go back to my room.  I went down to the TV lounge on the first floor of the dorm.  I tried to fall asleep on the couch but I had no luck.  I was still awake at 4:30 in the morning when a special edition of the university newspaper was delivered to the dorm. 

I picked up a copy of the paper and couldn't believe my eyes. The front page -- I mean the entire front page -- was a photo of Tank!  A one word headline splashed across the top of the page, "Savior!"  I proceeded to read the story about Tank -- 3 whole pages and about 10 more photos!  Tank was one of the most highly recruited high school athletes in the entire country having set about a million high school records in football and track.  After an impressive performance as a Freshman at a powerhouse SEC school, he had, at the last minute, decided to transfer  to State U.  It was highly unusual and top NCAA officials had to approve the transfer.  The article eventually got around to some interesting stuff; at his prior university, there had been accusations of sexual assault and other things. There was even a rumor that he had broken the jaw of a teammate for blowing a coverage assignment -- during practice! But no actual charges were ever filed against him.  I got the feeling that people had been covering-up for this guy for years! And now, here he was.  At State U and in my room!

I thought about how I planned to complain to the Dean and realized that maybe this wasn't such a great idea.  Getting Tank to come to State U was probably the administration's greatest accomplishment.  Nobody was going to listen to my complaints.  I sat there on couch in the TV lounge  struggling to make sense of my predicament. And eventually I drifted off to sleep. 

As I slept, I had the strangest dreams. I dreamt about Tank.  I dreamt that I really was a woman.  I dreamt about being called "girl" and "bitch" and "slut," like Tank had called me.  And scariest of all, I dreamt about performing oral sex on Tank, his enormous hard dick sliding in and out of my mouth while I eagerly sucked on it.  Oh God! What was happening to me?

The dream continued.  Now a soft voice was calling to me saying over and over, "We're here for whatever you need. We're here for whatever you need. Just ask. Just ask." That's what the little man had said before he left our room.  And in the dream I looked in a mirror and my reflection was a beautiful girl! I had breasts and wore a pretty dress and make-up. "Whatever you need...whatever you need..."  And again, Tank's massive dick was in my mouth, my head vigorously bobbing up until he came.

I woke with a start, my head pounding.  I got up off the couch and wandered around campus as the sun was just starting to rise.  I walked down to the Athletic Center which was open but practically empty.  I found myself walking past the girls' locker room.  There was a huge bin by the door labeled, "Lost and Found."  I stopped in front of the bin and looked in it.  There were dozens of pieces of clothing and underwear in a jumble.  No one was around so I reached in and pulled out a pretty, lacy pink bra.  I shuddered as I held it.

There was a large plastic shopping bag on the floor near the bin.  Without thinking, I grabbed the bag and starting cramming handfuls of clothing from the bin into the bag.  When it was full, I found a paper grocery bag and filled it too.  As I started lifting clothes out of the bin, I noticed that there were some lipsticks and other make-up items rolling around the bottom of the bin.  I grabbed those as well.  I even found a necklace and a bracelet and those also went into my bag.  With my two bags of girls' things I made my way out of the back of the Athletic Center and walked back to my dorm.

When I entered, Tank was just getting up.  I noticed that he had thrown his dirty socks and underwear on my bed.  Tank said to me, "Well, did you do what I told you to do?  Did you get some girly stuff to wear?"

I looked at the floor.  I was so ashamed to be pushed around like this.  It was so humiliating.  And yet I felt so powerless to resist.  "Yes," I said softly.  

"Good. Put it on and then get over here.  And hurry up."

I took my two bags of clothes into the bathroom.  I dumped out my random clothes onto the floor, having no idea what I had gathered or what size everything was.  I stripped down and slipped on the pretty pick lacy bra and some panties that were really tight. I rolled up two pairs of panty hose and used them to fill out the bra cups. Then I put on very short black denim skirt and a pink and black paisley top that didn't even cover my tummy.  I slipped on the necklace and the bracelet.  I was about to go back into the room when I remembered that I should put on make-up.  I chose one of the lipsticks and quickly put some on, although I don't think I did a very good job with it.

I was checking myself in the bathroom mirror and was getting dizzy seeing this very feminine reflection in the mirror when Tank bellowed from the other room, "Hurry up!"  I snapped out of my reverie and returned to the bedroom where Tank was waiting for me, completely naked.

"Let me see you," Tank said.  I stood in front of Tank, my eyes lowered, too ashamed to look at Tank.  "Yeah, that's a lot better.  You know you should have been born a girl.  I mean just look at you."  I felt like crying from the shame of my situation -- and yet I was strangely excited by what was happening.

"Well don't just stand there.  Get busy."  Tank plopped down on his bed.  I sat down on the edge of the bed and started rubbing his cock which got hard almost instantly.  "Mmmm, yeah baby, I like that.  You are a good little whore."  And after a few minutes he said, "Now suck me off, slut."  I obeyed.  I slid his giant cock into my mouth and licked and sucked and did everything I could think of to it.  Tank didn't have to force me this time.  I submitted to Tank's superiority and assumed my new position as his sissy.

As Tank came in my mouth, he growled, "That's right, swallow it all, bitch. You like that, don't you, you little whore."  I did my best to swallow it all down but there was just so much.  Some escaped my lips and dribbled down my chin.  Having no more use for me, Tank roughly shoved me away, saying, "Clean yourself up, you filthy cunt.  You're a disgrace.  And do my laundry."