Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2000 22:06:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Rita Opal <rita@molard.ca>
Subject: TG: "Rita's Dream"

                          RITA'S DREAM

One evening after dinner the phone rang; I answered it, and in
response to my "Hello!" I heard "Hi, Rita. It's Len. How are
things with you?" We hadn't heard from Len since Jan and I had
played some interesting games with him some months previously.
"Hello, Len," I said. "You told us you were going to be away for
a while; I take it you are back in town now?" "Yes. I'm still
grateful for the way you helped me get things together, and I
have had a lot of fun since I last saw you. I still don't
understand why I made a problem out of something that had the
potential of being a wonderful hobby." "It catches everyone
differently," I said, "and there are so many influences from
society, parents, friends and relatives that must determine the
way we react to finding out we don't have the same desires as
most other people. Anyway, I'm glad to hear that you are now
gender euphoric." "It's even better than that," said Len; "I have
some news for you. I met a wonderful girl, and we hit it off
together immediately. Would you believe she was familiar with the
TG scene? She was the one who raised the topic, and when I
gradually admitted where I was at, she responded with delight.
She's enthusiastic about just about anything I get into, and
we're having a wonderful time together."

"That's great!" I said. "Women like that are hard to find, and
they are the salt of the earth." "I know, and you're one of them.
I consider myself more fortunate than most to have met you as
well as Nina." "That's very kind of you, but you must remember
that what empathy I have comes from being originally in exactly
the same place." "It's more than that," he said; "you're just a
very nice person, and that's what made the evenings with you and
Jan so good." "They were fun, weren't they? But I don't know if
the plot could be extended indefinitely." "That's actually why I
called; I'm in very good hands now, and that was an important
first step for me, but I think it's been played out." "Yes. We
might have had some more enjoyment, but eventually we would have
been forcing things, and just going through a ritual dance. It's
good to hear from you, anyway; we must get together with you and
Nina one evening for a nice square conventional dinner." "I'd
like that," he said. "Please say hello to Jan, and thanks again,
to you and her. Bye."

Jan was already getting ready for bed, and I went to join her.
"That was Len," I said. "I thought it must have been. I didn't
even hear all of your side of the conversation, but I heard
enough to get me wondering who you were talking to. How is he?"
"Doing fine; he's enjoying the wonderful pleasures of being
transgendered, and more to the point he has found a soul-mate who
enthusiastically supports him. I shudder to think what sort of
things they get up to." "That's wonderful! I'm so happy for him;
he really was a nice boy. I guess it means we won't have to dream
up more scenes for our drama." "No, and I can't say I'm sorry; I
don't think it would have born endless repetition." I had
finished undressing, and slid my nice fluffy nightgown over my
head, letting it fall around me. "Of course there are things that
do bear repetition," I added; "or rather, continued exploration."
I joined Jan in bed, and we snuggled close as usual.

We enjoyed the physical side of our relationship immensely, but
we often got into conversation too, lying side by side in our
matching nightdresses. Since I had confided all my innermost
feelings about sex and gender to Jan, precipitating my eventual
transition and our present blissful state, we talked endlessly
about my feelings, issues of gender in general, and how they
related to human behaviour. "I'm still struck by the incredible
similarity between Len's feelings and those I originally had," I
said. "We even responded to exactly the same triggers." "Well
it's not the norm," Jan remarked, "but it isn't at all unusual."
"True. In fact if you look at some of the CD magazines, and read
case histories, hundreds of them almost match word for word. It's
a standard syndrome, and apparently about one percent of the male
population exhibit it." "It's interesting," said Jan, "and of
course there are many other variations from the cultural norm as
well; the male sex drive seems to express itself in an incredible
variety of 'non-standard' ways. Maybe I'm wrong, but that doesn't
seem to be the same for females." "You're right," I said; "maybe
it has to do with the female being receptive, rather than the
instigator."

"I haven't done extensive research," said Jan, "but I would guess
that the desire to be dominated is exhibited by an even larger
group. That's just an impression I get from the odd time I have
looked at the weird personal ads in magazines. It often seems to
be tied in with cross-dressing, if not with more developed
transgender feelings." "It certainly is," I said. When I first
tried to find anything relating to the way I felt, on the web,
all I could find was dominatrixes and their subjugated french
maids. And Len certainly had some response to the idea of being
dominated." "I wonder why that is? I can understand transgender
feelings, but I don't see why one would want to be forced to act
them out." "There must be some reason," I said; "the connection
is so common. I think one of the explanations is that it helps
people deal with their feelings of guilt. A lot of people with
the inclinations I had as a male seem to have had a heavy guilt
trip laid on them, where from I don't know. I suppose their
cultural background, their religious views or feelings they pick
up from parents and relatives. Being forced to do what they
secretly desire absolves their guilt. I suppose I am one case
that verifies that theory; I am not turned on by real domination,
and I never really had any guilt feeling whatsoever; I knew that
most other males weren't turned on by the same things as myself,
but it just didn't bother me. I was really very fortunate; I
found that I liked to do certain things, and I just did them. Of
course I took great care that no one else found out."

"That's interesting too," said Jan. "A sense of gender seems to
be something we have built-in, and I can understand someone who
feels that society has assigned him or her to the wrong one; it's
apparent to me that gender and physical sex don't always match.
But where did your fetish response originate?" "I have never been
able to figure that out. It's a bit glib to talk about
imprinting, and note that at the time of my first spontaneous
sexual experience I was wearing a girdle; that doesn't explain
why I felt the urge to put the girdle on in the first place. That
urge was certainly caused by a male sex drive. I tend to think,
in retrospect, that I was transgendered, and I was responding to
something that I happened to identify as unequivocally feminine.
That would explain the classic TV 'career path': progress from a
specific garment to what they call the 'whole-girl' fetish. Even
at that point it's still a male sexual response; it disappeared
completely when my testosterone was turned off. The real
breakthrough, when it's more than a male response, is when one
identifies one's self as female. I still don't know if that was a
dramatic conversion, for me, or a recognition of an inner
conviction present all along."

"You certainly didn't need to be forced," Jan smiled. "No. It
would have needed a superhuman effort to prevent me. But ...," I
paused. "There is something else hiding there. I did have a
response to stories of domination in my early days. For a while I
was an avid reader of TV fiction, and there wasn't too much that
really suited me. I would have liked a lot more description of
suspenders and stockings, but much of it involved domination,
sometimes really excessive and downright nasty. I did respond
with some stirring of excitement. It could be that my idea of
femininity, sexual femininity at least, is to be submissive and
respond to my partner; to that extent she does dominate. There's
a fine line between 'passive' and 'submissive', and I suppose the
distinction between submission and being subjugated is also hard
to pinpoint. So as a male, with rather vague feminine feelings,
being required to submit might be appealing, especially if one
identified submission as a feminine characteristic; there's
reinforcement if what one is required to submit to is feminine
clothing."

"Len seemed to be particularly excited by being in the company of
women, treated just like them, and dressed just like them. I
think he said making love to a woman when they both wore
identical clothing was his ultimate fantasy. That doesn't seem to
be quite where you were at." "I suppose not," I replied. "In my
identification as female, and association of that with specific
symbols, I rather liked the fact that you didn't particularly
care for some of my favourite items. It was as if I outdid you,
on my femme scale at least, and that reinforced the 'top-bottom'
relationship. My basic orientation is towards other women -- one
in particular -- but there has to be some difference in the
sexual roles. Of course the nice thing about a relationship like
ours is that we can reverse roles very easily, and that can be
very stimulating." "I've asked this before, but how would you
respond if I decided to wear corselettes and girdles, and dressed
generally just as you do?" I thought for a moment; "That's a
tough one to answer. My relationship is primarily with you, as a
person; I think it might even be independent of gender. That
being said, though, I definitely appreciate you being feminine,
and of course that lets us have the fun we now have together as
girl-friends, or 'sisters'. But my original response to
attractive women, defined for me as those who dressed in garments
that appealed to me, was a strong desire to emulate them; I think
that's still there, and it might get in the way."

"That's a relief," Jan said smiling, "though I do recall one or
two occasions where I did seem to respond to your triggers just
the way you do." "Yes, you did. And I found it quite exciting
too. I also have to admit that the story of Hercules and Omphale
still does something to me. I guess I am still mixed up to some
degree." "Maybe you should try the experiment," Jan suggested
with a wink; I don't know whether they still exist, but it would
be interesting to see how you took to life in the large harem of
an oriental potentate." "It might be interesting just to try for
a short while," I said, "but of course the dominant figure there
is the one solitary male. Omphale was female, which is more to my
taste."

Jan's remark caught my fancy, and as we relaxed side by side, my
mind started churning over things I recalled reading about harem
life. I didn't really know too much about it, but some ideas
popped into my head. I knew that there was a dominant male, the
ruler whose harem it was; he was the only male allowed within the
guarded walls, and he visited whenever he was moved to do so, and
made his selection for the occasion from the women there. Apart
from his favourites, many of the others were sexually frustrated,
and they often formed lesbian liaisons with one another. Within
the exclusively female establishment there was also a rigid
hierarchy, and the junior inmates were subjugated by their
seniors. I mused over the pictures conjured up in my mind, and in
spite of myself I found them vaguely exciting as I drifted off to
sleep.

                            * * * * *

I found myself in a car, driving through a rugged mountainous
countryside on a dirt road; I didn't know where we were, but it
could have been somewhere in Montana. I glanced to my side, and
saw Jan sitting there; she smiled at me. "I think we're lost,"
she said; "we must have taken a wrong turning somewhere." "I'm
afraid you're right," I said. It struck me that there was
something odd about the way my voice sounded, and I felt quite
strange too. I stopped the car, and got out to stretch my legs. I
was wearing jeans, not one of my usual dresses, and I realised
that was part of what felt so weird. It gradually dawned on me
that I was wearing what had been my normal male attire, and my
curiosity drove me to carefully pat myself here and there, and
explore my body surreptitiously. I realised with horror that my
body was male again, exactly the way it had been. "Are you OK,
Reg, my love?" asked Jan. Why had she called me Reg? It had been
my name, and of course it was the name that went with the body I
had, but it seemed to me that I was now used to being called
Rita, and that I was a woman. "I do feel a bit odd," I said. "the
fact is I feel strange wearing these things, and being called
Reg."

Jan got out of the car and hugged me. "I'm sorry; you must be
into your feminine mind space again, but I'm not used to calling
you Rita except at home." "I thought you always did, and I
thought that I really was a woman now; it's such a vivid
impression. I suppose I must have been day-dreaming." "Your
identification is certainly getting stronger," Jan said; "when we
get back home, we must really think about how to work your gender
feelings out for the best." I was getting used to things now, and
I recognised that they were really much the same as they had been
for most of my life. I was a male, as I always had been, but I
had a very strong urge to wear feminine clothing, and I had begun
to identify myself as female mentally. I seem to have convinced
myself briefly that my fantasy had become the reality. No such
luck, it seemed, and on top of that we were lost in the middle of
nowhere. "The immediate problem is where home is," I said. "I
think we have to tackle that first."

I looked back along the road we were on; there was a dust cloud a
little way back, and I realised it was another car approaching.
"Maybe we can get some idea where we are," I said. "Hopefully
they can give us directions." The car stopped, immediately behind
ours, and two women got out. They were stern looking, and had
what appeared to be security guard uniforms; I noticed that both
of them were armed too, with holsters on their heavy leather
belts. "Hello," I said. "This is private property," said one of
them; "you are trespassing." "I'm sorry, but we've lost our way;
we must have taken a wrong turn somewhere." "You certainly did,"
she said, in a rather ominous tone. "Maybe you could direct us
back to the forestry road," I said. "It's not that simple, I'm
afraid. The owner of this estate takes a dim view of anyone
prowling on his land; you'll have to come with us." I was about
to remonstrate that we weren't 'prowling' but the woman was
motioning us into the back of their car with her revolver. There
seemed to be no point in arguing.

They took us back down the road, and off on a side turning. The
road wound up a narrow valley, and as we turned a corner an
enormous building appeared before us. It was hard to describe: it
looked something like a luxury resort hotel, or maybe a private
residence grand enough to be called a palace, but there was a
high wall all round it. A heavy gate opened, presumably by radio
control, and closed after we had passed through. The car stopped
before a small building that looked like a guardhouse. Our two
captors motioned us out, and into the building. Inside, seated
behind a desk, was another female guard; from the behaviour of
our captors, it seemed she was in command. "I'd like an
explanation of what this is all about," I said. "You'll get one,"
replied the commandant. "You have been travelling on this
property without any authorisation from the owner; he takes a
very dim view of that, and there are severe penalties." "By what
authority?" "His own. This is an isolated area, very difficult to
reach, and he chooses to make his own rules here. He is very
concerned about privacy, and wishes to keep this as an area where
he can enjoy his special interests without interference. You will
be required to stay here, and you will find that life is much
more pleasant if you assist him with his interests."

"Indeed!" I said. "What are his interests?" "You might call it a
study of sociology. He became very wealthy in the oil business,
and in the course of making his fortune he had occasion to visit
Saudi Arabia. He was particularly impressed by the institution of
the harem that he learned about there, and decided it would be
interesting to have one for himself back at home. The idea of a
large number of women, available for him exclusively, appealed to
him, and any woman who is found in this area is required to
remain as a concubine. Take the woman to her quarters, and
arrange for her instruction." One of the guards motioned to Jan,
and led her off; my instinctive reaction was to fight back, but
the presence of guns made me realise it would be no use. "Don't
worry, Jan; we'll get this nonsense sorted out," I said as she
looked fearfully back at me.

The commandant ignored my reaction. "The problem is how to deal
with any man who is found in this area. In the brutal world of
Saudi Arabia, he would be castrated, and required to serve as a
eunuch in the harem." I began to wonder if this wasn't some very
bad dream; it certainly seemed like a plot borrowed from a very
bad movie, and I was afraid we were in the hands of some group of
lunatics, far away from any forces of law and order that we might
call on to assist us. "This isn't Saudi Arabia," I pointed out;
"and there are laws about unlawful detention and causing grievous
bodily harm." "You're right on the first count," replied the
commandant, "and you'll find that we do have a more civilised
attitude. As for the law, the owner of this property chooses to
administer it according to his own desires, and we are
sufficiently secluded that we don't get any trouble from any
outside authorities." I didn't quite know what tack to take; the
whole scene was so preposterous, that I was more mystified than
angry, though I was worried about what they had said to Jan. "So
castration isn't on the agenda?" I said with heavy sarcasm. "No.
But there is a problem; our master here wishes to have a harem
available to him, and the establishment has been organised with
some differences from the original concept -- you might call them
concessions to western culture. But one aspect of the original
inspiration is strictly maintained: he is to be the only male
here, and he has complete authority over the females." "So you
plan to get rid of me?" "No. I told you that our attitudes are
more civilised than those of the feudal middle east. Those that
arrive here as males are taken into the establishment too --
after they have been sufficiently feminised to make the term
'male' inapplicable." In spite of myself I felt a stirring of
excitement at this. She continued: "if your transformation is
sufficiently successful, you will join the other inmates of the
harem, and you may, if you are fortunate, be rewarded by
attention from our master. Of course you will need instruction in
some of the techniques necessary for his pleasure."

She motioned to the other guard, who took me by the arm and led
me off. She held her revolver menacingly, and I decided there was
no point in trying to escape; they seemed to be in deadly
earnest. I was taken to another building; it was large enough to
be called a house, though it was dwarfed by the 'palace' nearby.
I was pushed into what was effectively a cell, though it was
reasonably large and quite comfortably furnished; there were bars
on the windows, and the door locked from the outside with no
interior handle of any description. The guard left, and I
explored my surroundings; there was a separate bathroom, very
nicely appointed and one of the walls was almost entirely closet
doors. I was just about to check what might be in the closets,
when the guard returned with another woman in medical uniform. "I
have to give you an injection," she said. "Why?" "It's the first
step in your treatment, just something to make you docile and
compliant; you'll probably find yourself quite happy when it
starts working." I didn't like the sound of that, but my
remonstration was cut short by a threatening motion of the
guard's revolver. I felt the prick of the needle in my arm, then
I was left to myself. I started to feel quite lethargic, and
decided to lie down on the bed; it was very comfortable, and I
lay back thinking about the bizarre events of the last hour.

I was most worried about what had happened to Jan, but it
gradually dawned on me that she might in fact be quite happy
here. Judging by my accommodation, she would be well taken care
of, there would be feminine companionship from the others, and
she would no doubt be fortunate enough to attract the attention
of the master; something about that idea bothered me still, but I
thought she would enjoy it. The more I thought about it, the more
I realised that Jan was probably very happy; I still wanted to
see her, but I felt sure that would soon be possible. I wasn't
quite certain what they intended to do to me, but I did recall
that I would be able to join the ladies of the harem eventually.
Something had to be done first: what was it? Then I remembered,
they were going to feminise me; that struck me as being very
reasonable, since it would qualify me to join the other feminine
creatures. I rather liked the idea of that, and I found it very
exciting. I became aware of a pressure in my groin; I realised
what was happening, but in the back of my mind something told me
it was wrong, and it didn't happen to me any more. I enjoyed the
feeling nonetheless, and realised that I didn't have to worry
about it; it wouldn't happen any more when I was properly
feminised. The thought made me even more excited, and I wished
that Jan was with me to help me deal with my erection.

I lay on the bed thinking very pleasant thoughts, in a state of
complete lassitude. It was comfortable, and as I was now
convinced that both Jan and I would be very happy here, there
didn't seem to be anything to worry about. I remembered being
worried when I first came to my nice room, but I couldn't
remember why. Suddenly the door opened, and three gorgeously
beautiful young women came in. They were all dressed similarly,
wearing bouffant skirts, sheer dark nylons and heels. They were
exquisitely made up, and all had wonderful hair; they were all
different, but their outfits were sufficiently similar to suggest
they were in some group together. They all smiled at me, and one
of them said "Welcome to our feminine establishment. We are here
to prepare you to join us." "I'd be happy to," I said. "What has
to be done?" "You must be completely feminised; except for the
master everyone here must be utterly feminine in their appearance
and behaviour." "But I'm a man," I said. Inside my head I wasn't
completely sure about that, but I certainly didn't resemble them.
"You are now, and you don't experience the wonderful feminine
joys of our life here; that's very sad, but we are here to help
you. We want you to become one of us, and then you will be able
to enjoy life as a woman with your companions here. First, I have
a pill for you to take, and then I want you take those nasty male
clothes off."

I swallowed the pill, and hurriedly took my clothes off. Soon I
was naked, and they asked me to sit on one of the upright chairs.
Two of the women came and stood by my side, and the other stood
in front of me. "One of the delights of our feminine world is the
wonderful things we have to wear; you can see the pretty dresses,
but underneath them we wear delicious lingerie; it's exciting,
and gives the most exquisite feminine sensations. I'm sure you'll
come to enjoy it just as much as we do, and to start you on your
way into our world, I want to show you what I am wearing; very
soon you will be wearing exactly the same things, so I'm sure you
will be interested." I was, and watched in fascination as she
undid her dress, and eased it up over her head. She laid it down
carefully on the bed, and stood before me exposing layers of
petticoat, and a satin bra with lacy cups that displayed her
bosom to perfection. "The petticoats are wonderfully feminine,
and fun to wear," she said. "They swirl as we move, and make a
beautiful rustling sound." She demonstrated the effect by moving
from side to side, and then started to slide the elastic
waistband down over her thighs. I held my breath as she revealed
a dazzling white girdle, in power net material, with a satin
front panel. Six suspenders stretched across her thighs, and
gripped the delicate dark bands of her stocking tops; it was the
image of femininity that had always appealed most to me, the one
I dreamed about. There was an inevitable response; I felt a
stirring in my groin, and my penis stiffened and enlarged; very
soon it was standing rigidly upright. "You seem to like what you
see, and you find it exciting; imagine the tactile pleasures you
will have when you are wearing your very own girdle and
stockings. The bra is just as nice, and I love the way it feels
on my breasts; you will have to wait to experience that, until
your breasts develop, but you will be able to have a beautiful
shape, using breast forms in your bra." I was getting more and
more excited, and the two women by my side pressed their thighs
against me, so that I could feel the metal clips on their
suspenders. One of them moved her hand on to my chest and started
to gently play with my nipples. I started to get a reaction there
too, and soon my diminutive nipples were erect, giving me
deliciously exciting sensations. "You can feel those suspenders,
through the layers of petticoat, can't you?" I nodded. "That will
be your experience, every day, with your own suspenders, attached
to your own sheer taut stockings."

I was almost beside myself with sexual excitement, and desperate
for release; the feminine image visible before me, and those
conjured up by the words being spoken, had been triggers for me
all my adult life, and contemplation of being required to wear
such delectable garments myself intensified the effect. I felt
driven to thrust my rigid penis into any receptacle available and
plunge violently until I felt the exquisite sensation of release.
My nipples were also standing up rigid, and as they continued to
be stimulated my attention focussed on them, and I wished they
were larger, and formed the sensitive extremity of my own
voluptuous breasts. It worried me not to have real breasts, but
they had told me that they would develop, and I began to look
forward to that. I thought about becoming feminine, wearing
clothes just like my visitors, and hopefully looking as
attractive as they did; my sense of excitement was replaced with
a deep yearning, and I gradually became aware of the fact that my
erection had subsided. I still felt pleasant sensations in my
groin, but I no longer had a desperate urge to thrust; I looked
at my companions, and wanted to wear clothes just like they did.
I felt sure that I would be ready then to join all the other
women in this wonderful place, and I looked forward to the
sensual pleasures that I could experience if I was feminine; I
thought about submitting passively to the advances of the master,
and I now knew that was what I really wanted. The feeling in my
groin was very pleasant; I was no longer desperate to satisfy the
desires it induced, but I looked forward to eventual
gratification, and penetration. Yes: my desire now was to be
penetrated, and I anticipated the experience with pleasure,
knowing that it was the essence of femininity. I would be
feminine then, and I would be able to express my femininity; I
would be a receptor, and it would be my bliss to submit passively
to any demands made of me by the master.

"The medication seems to be working," said the woman facing me.
"Our new companion is ready to join us. She happily accepts the
idea of femininity, and will be eager to learn her new role.
Before we get her some nice clothes, and start work on her face
and hair, she needs a name. What would be a suitable name, I
wonder?" I didn't like the idea of being assigned a name by
someone else, and I couldn't understand why they didn't seem to
know who I was. "My name is Rita," I said, petulantly. "What a
lovely name! It will be very suitable; we'll call you Rita." She
spoke to the others: "Let's see if we can find some nice clothes
for our new sister, Rita." I liked the idea of that very much.

One of them went over to the closet; when she had opened the
door, I saw a row of beautiful dresses hanging there, similar to
the ones worn by my helpful visitors. On the top shelf were piles
of frothy bouffant petticoats, and she opened some of the drawers
below to reveal piles of lingerie; there were girdles, bras and
panties, and in another drawer packages of stockings. There was a
tape measure in one of the drawers too, and they quickly checked
my size. "Your waist is far too large for your body size," said
the woman facing me. "It's important for your girdle to fit
snugly round your hips, and I'm afraid you will find the waist
rather uncomfortable to begin with. That will change in time,
though; it may be that you will be required to wear a corset
until your proportions become more naturally feminine. We'll try
the girdle for now." One had been selected, which looked to me
almost exactly the same as the one worn by my instructress. It
was open almost down to the hem, and I stood up to allow them to
help me into it. They held it ready, and I stepped into it; then
they pulled it up my legs and over my hips, until the high
waistband was around my middle; that was quite an exciting
feeling, but nothing compared to my delight as one of the helpers
started to fasten the hooks in front. As each hook was fastened I
felt pulled in and constrained a little more, and the delightful
sense of containment worked itself up my hips, over my derriere,
and finally around my waist. It was very tight there, but I liked
the feeling. When the hooks were all fastened, one of the women
tugged at the zipper; as it rapidly moved up over my tummy the
sense of delicious containment was confirmed and accentuated. I
was wearing a girdle! That thought, and the sisterly help
provided by my companions made the sensuous feelings even more
exciting. Best of all, I felt a sense of belonging, knowing that
I was wearing a girdle exactly like those worn by my companions.

One of them had selected a bra from the lingerie drawers. It had
beautifully lace-trimmed cups, and slender straps, and looked as
if it closely matched the one worn by the leader of the group.
The sight of it made me eager to feel its gentle constriction
around my chest, but my anticipation was tinged with regret that
I wouldn't be able to feel the caress of the cups over my own
breasts. I knew what to do, and held my arms out to slip them
into the shoulder straps. I felt the band tighten around me as
the hooks behind were fastened; I liked the feeling, but was very
much aware that the cups were sadly empty. Suddenly I felt a pull
on the straps, and a pleasing pressure over my nipples; two
realistically shaped breast forms were inserted into the cups,
and I became aware of the new sensation of weight supported by
the material and taken up on my shoulders. I knew that was a
feminine experience, and I took pleasure in it, but I knew that I
was only getting a foretaste of the real delight I would have
when the lacy cups enveloped and supported my own full breasts.

The leader of the group looked at me kindly, and appeared to be
sizing me up. "That is the basic foundation," she said, " and it
does fit you surprisingly well. I know that you will enjoy the
sensations, and the pleasure of a good foundation. After we have
helped you to get ready, we'll take you to meet those who will be
in charge of your progress; you'll find that there are some
important rules here, and they are quite strict in the matter of
dress. You will be required to wear a proper girdle, and
stockings of course, during all your waking hours. The master is
very concerned about the appearance of those who live here for
his pleasure, and he has very definite tastes in feminine charm;
we get great pleasure from the clothes we wear, and it is
especially gratifying that he finds them attractive on us. He
particularly enjoys the sight of women wearing suspendered
stockings, and we in turn get added pleasure from wearing them,
knowing his tastes. Your girdle has six suspenders, and you will
find they are just right for keeping your stockings smoothly
stretched over your legs, and maintaining them elegantly in
place." I looked at her as she spoke, and thought that she was a
wonderful example; I was impressed by the master's taste and felt
a strong desire to become as elegant an example myself; I knew
that I would enjoy the sensations, and thought that it would be
very gratifying to meet the master's approval. My two helpers had
opened a package of charcoal nylon stockings, and had already
bunched them up so that I could slip my feet into them. I held up
each foot in turn, and the smooth delicate material fit to
perfection. I then stood entranced by the delightful feelings as
the stockings were carefully eased up my legs; they reached to
the middle of my thighs, and I felt subtle tugs on the hem of my
girdle as the two back suspenders were stretched down to meet the
stocking tops. I could feel the delicate manipulation of fingers
as the two suspenders were fastened securely, and I immediately
became aware of the tension in the stockings. These sensations
were increased as the suspenders at my side, and finally in
front, were fastened too. Their task complete, the two helpers
stood aside, and their leader looked carefully at their work. She
was quite satisfied, and I knew that I now presented an
appearance very similar to hers; I wanted to check by looking in
a mirror, but I was facing the wrong way, and had to content
myself with the delicious tactile sensations that told me my
stockings were indeed elegantly suspendered.

The leader smiled at me. "You really begin to look like one of
us," she said. "You're wearing the essential items now, and they
demonstrate your new femininity; they are required at all times,
as I said, and I am sure you will be happy to comply with the
rules." I knew that she was right; I was enjoying wearing these
things intensely, and I wanted to feel feminine; the pleasant
feelings induced in me by the bra and the girdle and stockings
made me feel very feminine, and I was thrilled by the
realisation. I was brought some lovely frilly panties next, and I
stepped into them, and found my pleasure intensified as they were
drawn up my legs, maneuvered over my suspenders, and pulled
snugly into place around my waist. I felt deliciously feminine
now, and I felt much more at ease knowing that there no longer
were any grotesque signs of my former masculinity. The petticoat
came next, and that was a simple matter of stepping into the
waist, and having it drawn up to envelope my body, below my
waist; the layers of frills and flounces rested over my thighs,
and gave a feminine shape to my silhouette. There were some smart
black pumps ready, with moderately high heels; I stepped into
them carefully, finding that they fit perfectly. My companions
steadied me for a moment as I tottered, but after a few careful
steps, I found that I could walk quite easily in them. They were
much more comfortable than I had anticipated, and together with
the layers of petticoat, they forced me to take quite dainty
steps; I felt that was very appropriate, and resolved to practice
with them.

The leader had put her petticoat back on, as I was being helped
into mine, so we were both dressed more or less the same; even
though I couldn't see the mirror, I had quite a good idea what I
looked like, at least, I thought ruefully, from my neck down. She
saw me watching her and smiled. "We must pick out a pretty dress
for you," she said. "We usually all wear similar styles, though
we do have different outfits, and can enjoy different ways to
present ourselves. The master likes us to all be dressed in the
same general style, at the same time, and we are told which
particular outfit is chosen each day. There are some very pretty
dresses in this style in the closet, and you should choose what
colour you would like." I looked at the array of dresses, and
thought I would have trouble making a choice; then I saw one that
appealed to me. "Blue," I said. They checked the sizes, and took
out the blue dress. It was quite a light blue, solid colour, in a
shirtwaist style; of course it had a very full skirt to
accommodate the layers of petticoat that would lie underneath. My
two companions helped me into the dress; I found the sleeves, and
thrust my arms through them; the wide neck slipped easily over my
head, and the folds of material fell down over my bosom to rest
on the petticoat. They smoothed the skirt out, and brushed it
downwards until it sat nicely in place; there were just three
buttons to do up from the low neckline just above my bra cups,
down to the waist, and then I was fully dressed. "You look very
nice, Rita," said the leader, who was now wearing her dress too.
I was pleased by the complement; I wanted to look my best, and I
looked forward to the feminine experience of wearing my pretty
dress for the rest of the day. It felt wonderful over the lovely
things I had on underneath, and I liked the idea of wearing
different pretty feminine things each day. I thought it was
wonderful to be here with my new friends who had welcomed me as a
sister, and helped me to attempt to appear as feminine as they
were. I felt grateful to the master who had organised this
wonderful place, and I hoped more and more that one day I would
attract his attention.

Both my new sisters, who had been so kind in their assistance,
hugged me, and I felt happy to have joined them. "That is a
pretty dress," said one. "It certainly is," said the other;
"you'll fit into our happy world here, Rita." Their leader smiled
in agreement, but she realised there was still more to be done.
"We have to fix your hair and face," she said. "Your hair will
grow out nicely as the daily medication starts working, and we'll
soon be able to arrange it in a cute style. But for the moment it
will be necessary for you to wear a wig." They had opened one of
the other closets, and inside on a shelf were several wig forms,
with beautiful heads of hair resting on them. One caught my eye
immediately; it was a wonderful light brown colour, with just a
tinge of red, and it was shoulder length with lovely broad curls
at the side. The leader saw where I was looking; "You like that?
It is a nice colour, sunny auburn, and I agree: it will suit you
perfectly." One of my companions carefully got the wig and
brought it over; it was placed on my head, and they moved it
delicately into position. I felt the hair over my ears, and round
the sides and back of my head; it was a new experience, not
altogether comfortable yet, but I knew it would help me in my
feminine appearance. I really wanted to look at the effect for
myself, but there was no mirror that I could see conveniently.
The two helpers were brushing my hair here and there lightly, and
patting some of the long curls into place; I became even more
impatient to see the results, but without rudely leaving my
wonderful friends I couldn't do so.

"Sit down in the chair again, Rita," said the leader. "We must do
your makeup now, then you'll finally be ready to join your other
sisters. There are rules about proper makeup here too; you will
have to follow them, and learn all the necessary skills to
present a proper feminine appearance. You'll find that it's fun,
and well worth the effort." I thought it would be fun to have my
face made up properly, and I really would have liked to watch
what was being done; I was even more upset by the fact that I
could not catch even a glimpse of myself in a mirror. One of my
companions got a large bag from one of the closet drawers and sat
down by my side facing me. She opened the bag, and I saw it was a
makeup kit, with every imaginable type of cosmetic product and
various tools and implements. She set to work on me, and though I
watched with interest, it was hard to determine exactly what she
was doing. I felt various preparations being applied to my face;
a lot of detailed work was done around my eyes, and finally on my
lips. She used a strange looking implement on my eyelashes, and
then worked at them with a small brush drawn from a small vial.
Finally she was finished and got up; the leader smiled at me
again and said: "Now you're ready, Rita. The hair and makeup
gives a wonderful feminine appearance to your features; I'm sure
you want to see the final result, so you can go over to the
mirror now and take a good look at yourself."

I did so eagerly, and was astounded at the sight of the feminine
creature that looked back at me from the mirror. I was dressed
now to match my companions, with the bouffant skirt spreading out
below my waist, and the impeccably made up face was framed by
wonderful locks of sunny auburn hair, arranged in a captivating
style. I looked and looked; it was hard to believe that this was
really me. I was convinced that this was the way I wanted to
look, and I thought with some satisfaction that I really did come
close to matching my beautiful companions. The leader came over
to join me by the mirror. "You're lovely, Rita," she said;
"welcome to our feminine world. You present yourself as one of
the girls now, and you are ready to join your companions. We'll
take you to your new home with us."

The door opened, and I saw one of the guards outside waiting. She
joined us, and we walked down the corridor to the entrance. I
wasn't quite used to my heels yet, but I enjoyed walking in them,
and I felt very pleased to hear my heels clicking on the hard
floor, just like those of the others. We went outside into the
warm bright sunshine, and they led me across the grounds towards
the large main building. There was another guard at the door
there; "Our new companion is ready to join us now," said the
leader. The guard nodded, and she opened the door for us; we
walked inside to a spacious entrance hall, elegantly furnished
and tastefully decorated. Much of the area inside was open, and I
saw wide lounges, furnished with comfortable chairs and sofas.
There were several other women there, some reading, some engaged
in quiet conversation, and they looked at me with interest and
smiled. "You'll be able to visit with some of your new sisters,"
said the leader, but there are some things to take care of first.
First we'll show you your room, and then we have to present you
to your mistress." I thought the idea of a mistress sounded a
little strange, but I was keen to see my room. They led me up a
wide staircase to the second floor; we went down a long wide
corridor, which looked much like part of a very high class hotel.
Finally we came to an open side door, and went inside. It was a
wonderful room, spacious, elegantly decorated, with beautiful
comfortable looking furnishings. There were cupboards and
closets, a vanity table in an alcove leading to a large bathroom,
and an enormous bed with a frilly feminine coverlet. I thought
this would be a wonderful room to stay in, and I felt very happy
at the prospect. "This is your room," said the leader. "You can
keep your things here, and you can be private here if you want to
be. Of course your mistress may visit you at any time, and one
day if you are fortunate, the master may wish to join you. There
are also lounges where you can visit with your companions and
many other rooms with various special facilities that you might
need."

I couldn't believe my good fortune, but there were a few small
concerns nagging me, at the back of my mind. I wanted to find
Jan, but I knew she would have a nice room too, and I would be
likely to find her soon in one of the lounges. I still felt
certain that she would be as happy as I was, so I decided not to
worry; I was concerned about the mistress that they spoke of, and
I wasn't sure what her role was, and what my relationship with
her would be. I would soon find out, anyway. Sure enough, the
leader told me that now I knew about my accommodation, it was
time to take me to my mistress. "I enjoyed meeting you, Rita,"
she said, "and it was a pleasure to start the process of your
feminisation, so that you can enjoy life just as we do. I'm sure
we'll see one another around the building, but my formal duties
are done now; your mistress will take charge of you, and look
after your progress. She will also explain our way of life here,
and tell you all about the things that are required." She led me
down the corridor to a door at the end, and knocked. "Come in," a
firm contralto voice said, and my companion opened the door and
led me in.

A woman sat in an almost throne-like armchair, she was strikingly
beautiful, with an impeccable coiffure, perfect makeup, an
elegant gown and an imperious manner. She inclined her head
without smiling. "This is Rita, who has just joined us," said my
companion. "She came to us as a man, and she has now started
medication; as instructed, we visited her to initiate her process
of feminisation." It was evident that the lady seated before us
was superior in position, and had to be shown due deference.
"Thank you," she said; "I'll take Rita in hand now, so you may
leave us and rejoin your companions." The woman who had started
me on my way with such kindness inclined her head slightly and
went out, leaving me alone with my mistress. She looked at me
very carefully, and I felt that no detail of my appearance and
ensemble would escape her stern gaze. "You seem to present an
adequate facsimile of femininity," she said finally. "You have
much more training to undergo, as we have to eradicate any
vestiges of your previous masculine status. You have been given
honorary status as a female, and will be allowed to join us on a
provisional basis; it is up to you to develop true femininity,
and demonstrate it, in order to be given regular status. Do you
understand?"

I found her intimidating, but I wanted to please her. "I think
so," I said. "I am sure I will learn what is required of me, and
demonstrate my suitability." "Good. Let me explain the way things
are organised here. In an establishment this size, it is
necessary to have some ranking and hierarchy in order to ensure
that things run properly. The residents here are divided into
small groups, each with a mistress, who has authority over them.
Our ranking is based on seniority, and of course special
privileges are given to those who gain the favour of the master.
As a newcomer here, you start at the lowest level, as we all did;
you also will require special discipline because of your former
masculine nature; in time that may be completely eliminated and
then you will progress in ranking. I am in charge of your
instruction and will oversee your daily regime. I find that
feminised males are quite to my taste, and I enjoy the
interaction with them as it provides an opportunity to tame an
unruly nature and reduce it to submissive femininity." I didn't
really like this imposing lady, but I knew it would be important
to make sure I pleased her.

She continued speaking. "As well as looking after your
instruction, I must check to make sure that you are gaining its
benefits sufficiently. I shall visit you from time to time, to
have my pleasure with you; that is an important part of our
routine here, and I am required to do so with all those entrusted
to me; I am visited by the master once a month, and he requires
me to give reports on everyone in my charge. I shall be
particularly pleased to visit you, as I have a special fondness
for feminised males; I like their malleability, and find it
particularly interesting to watch their inherent nature gradually
be subjugated to docile submissive femininity. There are of
course rules covering dress and general decorum, and also
permissible behaviour in the establishment; you will find a
booklet outlining them in your room, and you should familiarise
yourself with it. If you have questions about the way things are
run here, and what is required of you, you should feel free to
come to see me. You will be provided with daily medication, which
will speed the process of your physical feminisation, and if
necessary in time, you may wish to undergo corrective surgery to
complete the process. As I said, your presentation is adequate,
surprisingly so for someone who has just arrived here, but your
figure does leave something to be desired. It will probably be
necessary for you to undergo corset training, and I shall assess
the need for that when I visit you."

She dismissed me then, and I thought I would take a quick look
around the establishment before returning to my room. I went down
the stairs to the ground floor, and wandered into one of the
lounges I had seen. There were several of my new companions
sitting around there, singly and in pairs and groups. As I walked
by, many of them smiled at me, and said hello, making me feel
very welcome there. As I walked to the other end of the large
room, I saw a woman sitting quietly on her own; she seemed
familiar, and then I realised it was Jan! I went over and sat
down beside her; she smiled at me and said "Hello." I realised
that she didn't recognise me. "Jan, my love, it's me, Rita." She
looked at me in amazement, then a wonderful smile spread over her
face. "Rita! You look absolutely wonderful; I'm glad to see you."
"I had a lot of help," I said; "some very kind and helpful women
came to visit me, and they assisted me with the clothes, and did
my makeup. I have a lot to learn if I am going to do as well by
myself." "I'm sure you are enjoying it here," she said. "Oh, yes.
I was a bit worried when they separated us, but as I thought
about it I realised that you would like it here." "I do; they
seem to have thought of everything we might want to make life
pleasant, and I've discovered there are some very nice things
that I ought to have known about. They told me I should wear a
girdle and stockings, and it feels wonderful; I love it so much,
and I should have known that you had the right idea." "Have you
met many of the others?" "Not yet; I did have to visit my
mistress, so that she could tell me about how things work here.
She scared me a bit, and I'm not looking forward to her visiting
me in my room. I really don't want to upset her though." "You
won't, Jan. You are already one stage above me, being a woman to
start with; I have to be feminised, and my mistress seems to be
particularly interested in that." "Don't worry," she said; "it's
wonderful to be feminine; I know you were taken with the idea
anyway, and now you will be able to do it properly. You'll enjoy
it, and it will make me happy too. We'll really be girls
together, and fit in here very well." "Have you talked to anyone
who has been favoured by the master?" "No, I know that's really
why we are here, and I suppose I ought to look forward to
catching his attention, but I would really like to be with you."
"That would be nice," I said; "I wonder if they would let us
share a room just like we used to." "We could ask, I suppose, but
I would have to talk to my mistress, and I still don't like to do
that. I think she wants to visit me in my room." "Oh she will;
that's what mine said, and I think they have to. I suspect that
it's one of the duties they enjoy." Jan giggled.

"Well, I think I shall be in trouble if I don't go and read what
the rules are," I said. "I would also like to see what nice
things there are in the closets in my room. I'll come back and
look for you, when I've done that." "OK; I'll look for you. You
really are lovely as Rita, and it will be nice being girls
together, among all the others." I thought so too, and went off
happily to my room.

In the table drawer I found a booklet; it had pictures of the
establishment, and several of the women living there; it turned
out to be the guide and book of rules. I started to read it:
there was a description of the arrangements for meals, and the
arrangements for various household chores. The rules followed,
and were quite detailed; they explained that every one of us was
required to follow any orders given by our mistress. We were
required to be available to her at all times, and of course in
the welcome case of the master wishing to favour us, any of his
desires and wishes were of paramount importance. Other than these
requirements were free to act as we wished, and take advantage of
the facilities available; we were confined to the building at all
times. There was an interesting section referring to possible
friendships between us; they were not frowned on at all, and
there was an explicit reference to the possibility that some of
us might be attracted to one another physically. It was
understood that we might be subject to such desires, and there
was no prohibition against us getting together to satisfy them.
The section on clothing, grooming and makeup was very lengthy. We
were each provided with an extensive wardrobe, and we would be
told at dinner time each day what general type of outfit to wear
the next day. We were explicitly required to wear stockings, at
all times, and they had to be properly supported by a suitable
foundation garment with six suspenders. There was a detailed list
of appropriate foundations, and a large variety was mentioned.
Corselettes were quite acceptable, and almost all types of open-
bottom girdle; panty-girdles were sometimes to be worn, provided
they had short legs so that their suspenders were plainly
visible, but there were to be no long-leg panty-girdles. There
was quite a lot of material to become familiar with, but I found
it was all very reasonable, and thought that the requirements
would suit me very well. There were hairdressing and makeup
salons available throughout the building, and we were encouraged
to seek professional assistance in order to appear our best.

I was a little concerned about my provisional status; I realised
that it was necessary, as I was not fully female, but I hoped
that I would soon be able to prove my femininity to my mistress's
satisfaction. The others all seemed to be happy to accept me, and
I enjoyed the feeling of belonging to a group; I knew that at
heart I was a sister to them, and it was pleasing to feel that
they understood.

I had lost track of time, and had no idea how long I had been
here in my new home; I heard a bell sound, and realised that it
was time for dinner. I went out to find the dining room I had
been assigned to, and joined three companions there at one of the
tables. They greeted me in a very friendly manner, and as we ate
they talked about their life in the establishment; I felt a
little out of things, but they went out of their way to draw me
into the conversation, and asked me about myself. I told them
about my experiences since I had arrived, and they were very
sympathetic when they heard about my former male state. "You poor
thing!" one of them said. "It's such a delight being female, and
able to express one's femininity. But you'll be happy now, and
make up for all the fun you missed."

After a very pleasant meal I went back to my room. I thought it
was getting quite late, so I decided I could take off my clothes.
I had a bit of a struggle with some of the things, but it was
wonderful to have a chance to examine everything on my own, and I
couldn't resist moving my hands over my girdle and stockings
after I had taken off my dress and petticoat. I felt at the bra
too, and cupped my hands over it; externally everything appeared
right, but I wished I had my own breasts, so that I could
experience my caresses. I carefully undid my suspenders, enjoying
the feel of the delicate material of my stockings as I slid them
down my legs; I undid the girdle and took it off; the release of
constraint was not unpleasant, but I knew I would miss the
feeling, and looked forward to wearing it again in the morning. I
decided to keep my bra on, so that the breast forms would stay in
place, and give me the figure I desired. There were some
delicious nightdresses in the closet, and I took one of them, in
pastel blue, and slid it over my head. I felt a wonderful
sensation as it enveloped me, and lay back on the bed to enjoy
the experience.

I lay for some time wallowing in the pleasant sensations, and
thinking about the pleasant life I would have, when I heard
someone at the door. It opened, and my mistress came in, closing
the door behind her. She wore a full length dressing gown, and as
she sat down on the bed beside me, it opened to reveal a
nightdress. "It is time for me to get to know you better," she
said; "I feel the need to have some pleasure with you, and I want
to look at your effeminate male body." She spoke quietly, without
smiling, and removed her robe; her full length satin nightdress
was beautifully trimmed with lace, and displayed her feminine
figure to perfection. "Please take off your nightdress," she
said, and reclined back on the bed. I got up and quickly slipped
my nightdress over my head, wondering whether I should leave my
bra. She looked at it approvingly; "you may leave that on for the
moment; it demonstrates an admirable attempt to correct your
present shortcomings, but your waist must certainly be given some
attention. I shall visit you tomorrow for corset training." She
motioned me back to the bed, and I lay by her side, wondering
what would happen next.

She turned to face me, and placed her hand on my groin, then
proceeded to fondle my cock and balls gently. I enjoyed the
sensation, and felt a slight stirring, but there was no dramatic
response. "They are cute little things," she said, more kindly
than she had spoken before. "I do love to play with them, but
what is most exciting is to feel the vestigial reaction; it's a
pathetic echo of the rigid tumescence that would have been there
just a few days ago. Your masculine powers have been tamed, and
they will be reduced even further until they are eliminated
completely; I enjoy the sense of power I have in furthering that
process, and subjugating you into a state of submissive
femininity. Her words were strangely exciting to me, and I
quivered as I thought of the effects of my feminisation; I felt
completely within her power, but enjoyed giving myself to her.
She paused in her manipulation to slip her nightdress off, and
revealed a magnificently well endowed female body. "Kiss my
breasts," she said, smiling in response to my glances of
admiration. I moved over her, and started to kiss; there was an
immediate response, and her nipples responded becoming stiff and
even more impressive. They stood up rigidly, and I took them
completely into my mouth and sucked them. She seemed pleased by
the attention, and quickened the pace of her caresses in my
groin, starting to squeeze very delicately. "Work your hands over
my pussy," she said eventually. I did so proceeding delicately at
first, and then allowing my fingers to probe at her labia. She
opened her thighs to give me more room, and I took that as a sign
of approval, increasing the pressure of my fingers, and pushing
firmly at the folds of the lips. She thrust herself up to
encourage me, and I felt a moistness on my fingers; it was clear
what she wanted of me next, so I took the initiative and pushed
my hand into the opening. She was ready for me, and wriggled her
buttocks to assist me in finding her pleasure centre; it was
distended, and responded to my touch. After a few moments of
manipulation, she was overcome by a spasm of her whole body; she
released an "Ahhh!" of pleasure and squeezed my balls
passionately.

For a moment the pain was agonising, and I cried out myself. I
collapsed back on the bed, and lay there trying to recover. My
mistress looked at me almost kindly; "I enjoyed that," she said,
"and I am sorry that I hurt you excessively. Those remnants of
your former masculinity are fun to play with, but you can see
that things will be much better for you when your feminisation is
completed. She reached behind my back and undid the hooks on my
bra; she pulled the straps over my arms and let the breast forms
fall out. "There isn't much to work with there," she said, "but I
want to give you some encouragement by showing the pleasures that
await you when your feminisation has progressed." She started to
play with my nipples, flicking them from side to side, and
squeezing them. Diminutive as they were, they responded, and they
stood up stiffly in a pathetic imitation of hers. She moved one
hand to my groin again, and started to work at the sensitive
glans of my penis; I felt a definite response, and enjoyed the
sensations she was inducing. "You are a poor remnant of
masculinity now," she said, "but there are some responses
indicating that your femininity will be developed in due course.
The hormones you take in your daily medication will produce
growth in your breasts, and eventually you will require surgery
to rearrange these external parts so that you will respond in a
proper feminine manner. Your masculinity is on the wane, and it
will be completely eliminated when you have a receptive vagina
and desire penetration." I found her words very exciting, and as
she stimulated my glans and nipples I felt my pleasure building
slowly; I enjoyed my submission to her, and the feminine
subjugation of my former masculinity, and had a desire to give
myself and be taken. With a delightful shudder of my whole body
the blissful release came, and I relaxed, happy in the knowledge
that my femininity was now emerging.

My mistress sat up on the edge of the bed and reached for her
nightdress. She slipped it on and then stood looking at me; "You
show some definite promise," she said and smiled for a moment.
She went to pick up her robe and put it on; at the door she
turned and reminded me that I should be ready in the morning to
begin corset training.

After a light breakfast the next morning, in the pleasant dining
room, I returned to my room. I really wanted to find Jan again,
but I knew that my mistress would be visiting me, and I wasn't
sure how early she would come. I had dressed myself in the
morning, knowing that the rules required that I should, even
though I would have to change later. I had brushed and combed my
wig, and got it into a reasonable styling, though I knew I would
have to seek out some assistance and learn the best way to handle
it. Makeup was a lot of trouble, and I was very unsure of the
best course to follow. I decided to make it very light, and
contented myself with a bright shade of lipstick; I resolved that
I would have to learn some basic techniques quite soon, so it was
evident I would be busy visiting one of the salons later on. I
sat in one of the very comfortable chairs, and spent my time
reading through the rules once again. Quite soon the door opened,
and my mistress appeared, followed by a girl in a very feminine
maid's uniform carrying some packages.

"It is time to get you started on corset training, and attempt to
get that unruly figure under control," my mistress said; "you
will appreciate what can be done if you look at Persephone here;
when she came to us, she had a figure of most ungainly masculine
proportions. Just a few months of tight lacing, and intense
feminisation have had a most gratifying effect." Indeed, the maid
did have a beautiful figure; there was a pronounced hourglass
shape, and her feminine waist was accentuated by the way her
skirt billowed out over layers of petticoat. She must have been
male too, from what the mistress said, and she also seemed to be
frightened. I wondered why she was employed as a maid, and I also
thought of the women who worked in the dining area; some members
of the community apparently had to occupy menial positions, and I
became curious about how this happened. I supposed they might
have broken some of the rules, and this was their punishment. The
idea frightened me a little, but I couldn't understand why anyone
would want to disregard the rules.

"You will need to arrange your lingerie a little differently,"
said my mistress, "and we shall have to start right from the
inside. It will be necessary for you to remove everything except
your stockings and panties. Persephone, go and assist Rita with
her undressing." Persephone came timidly over, and started to
unbutton the front of my dress; she helped me ease it over my
head, and then took it to the closet and hung it up carefully. I
had stepped out of my bouffant petticoat, when she returned, and
she kneeled down beside me and started undoing my suspenders. I
enjoyed being waited on like that, and allowed her to complete
the task; when they were all free, she unzippered my girdle, and
started to undo the hooks. When it was undone completely, I was
able to pull it up over my panties, and let her pull it down my
legs. She laid the girdle and petticoat on the bed, and then
stood behind me to undo my bra; I held on to the bra cups, and
allowed her to slip the straps over my arms. "Your corset should
not be worn next to your skin," said my mistress, "and to start
with an underbust style is most suitable, so it will be necessary
for you to wear a camisole over your bra. A longline bra usually
works best; find one in the right size, Persephone." There was
one in the well stocked drawers, and Persephone brought it over;
it was made of stretch material, with lacy cups, and quite
delicate straps, and of course it fastened at the front. I pushed
my arms through the straps, and Persephone immediately pulled it
round to my front and started to attach the hooks. There were
about fifteen of them, and it was a lengthy task; when it was
done up and adjusted into place, and the breast forms had been
placed in the cups, it felt quite comfortable, and the wide band
extended down over my midriff almost to my waist. I was happy to
have a proper feminine shape again, and my mistress apparently
agreed. "That's much better," she said. "It is gratifying to
oversee fitting an essentially feminine item like a brassiere
over a masculine chest; it underlines the process of
feminisation, and the eradication of unwanted masculine
characteristics. I am sure that you former males are aware of the
effects, and feel your masculinity being suppressed and
eliminated by the feminine feelings evoked by such a garment; it
is a marvellous technique for taming unruly spirits." I had a
feeling that she was talking to Persephone rather than me, and I
wondered again why Persephone was performing duties as a
subservient maid. She definitely seemed fearful; it's possible
too that she didn't like wearing the maid's uniform, but I
thought it would be fun -- the petticoats were delicious.

The camisole was simply a slip extending down to the hips, or
just above; it was exquisitely tailored with delicate shoulder
straps and some lace trimming around the cups. I slipped into it
easily, and pulled it down over my bosom; the fit was just right.
Persephone was opening one of the packages she had brought, and
she took out the corset -- my corset. It was magnificent, lined
in black on the inside, and with shiny pink satin on the outside.
There were two separate sections connected by the laces, and it
fastened at the front with small metal eyes that fit over studs.
I held my arms out, not too sure what the procedure would be, and
Persephone wrapped it round me; I breathed in, and the front busk
fit together easily, and the garment sat comfortably between my
bosom and my hips. I was amazed to see in the mirror that the
garment itself already had an hourglass shape. There were eight
pink suspender straps dangling from the bottom, each with a
delicate ribbon over the metal loop. "You will need assistance to
be laced properly into your corset," said my mistress, "and it
can be done much more easily if you adopt the proper position
while it is being tightened. You see there are two small rings on
the wall beside the bathroom door; stand there, facing the wall,
and hold firmly onto them." I did so, and it was necessary for me
to reach high above my head, so that I was almost forced to stand
on tiptoes. I felt Persephone tugging at the laces; she started
at the top, and pulled at each of the crossed portions in turn,
working down to the middle. Then she started at the bottom,
working her way up to the middle; at each little tug I felt
myself being pulled in; I was being enclosed and constrained in a
vicelike grip, but the sensation was pleasant, and surprisingly
comfortable. Persephone repeated each of these steps several
times, and eventually the lace pulls extended behind me for over
a metre. "That is sufficient for now," said my mistress; "it is a
mistake to overdo lacing at the beginning. An essential feature
of the training is to accustom the garment and the wearer to the
tension, and gradually increase over a period of weeks."
Persephone tied a bow in the lace pulls, and I let go of the
rings, and tried walking across the floor. I was very tightly
constrained, and I was continually aware of the pressure, but it
was not excessively uncomfortable, and it felt supportive. It
also did wonders for my figure; when I looked in the mirror,
there was now a very definite feminine waist.

"You will find that your posture is considerably improved," said
my mistress. "When you sit, you will have to sit upright, but you
will find that comfortable and get used to it. You will have some
difficulty in bending, and it will be useful for you to have
assistance in dressing and undressing. Persephone will be
assigned to assist you every morning and evening. I tried to
reach my suspenders, and attempt to attach them to the stockings,
but I just couldn't reach them. My mistress was amused at my
efforts; "You will need help," she said. "Corset wearers require
the service of a lady's maid. Persephone, assist Rita with her
stockings and other clothing. I watched with interest as the
suspenders were fastened one by one, and carefully adjusted to
stretch my stockings properly. The feeling was delightful; it
struck me that it was essentially feminine, and I felt that it
was an important step in eliminating my masculine feelings of the
past. Persephone held out the petticoat for me to step into and
adjusted it properly; it fit beautifully now over my well defined
waist, and the layers of frills billowed out over my suspendered
stockings. The feeling underlined once again my imposed
femininity, completely foreign, as it was, to masculinity and the
normal experience of males. I put the dress on finally, with some
assistance, and once it was buttoned at the front, it too fit me
much better than it had previously.

My mistress looked at me approvingly, and then motioned to
Persephone to follow her. When they had left, I went over to the
mirror once again to look at the wonderful effect. I was enjoying
the feelings too; I felt tightly constrained, and I felt the
tension on my stockings, both sensations contributing to a
delightful sense of femininity. I felt the rustle of my petticoat
as I went out to meet some more of my new companions. I thought I
would go and get some help with makeup later in the day, but for
now I wanted to experience walking and sitting in my corseted
state. I went down to the main floor lounge, and looking around I
saw Jan sitting over in one corner. I walked across to her;
"Hello, Jan, my love," I said. "I'm sorry I didn't find you again
yesterday, but there were so many things I had to do." I sat down
beside her, and found it was necessary to maintain a rigid
upright position. Jan was pleased to see me. "Hello, my love. How
was your evening?" "I had a visit from my mistress," I said; "she
wanted me to stimulate her, and then she returned the favour. It
was pleasant, but not real love making; she does seem to be quite
fond of feminised males, though." "I can understand that," Jan
smiled at me. "I haven't had a visit yet, and I don't really
think it will be very nice when it does happen." We held hands,
and Jan looked at me carefully. "That dress fits you
beautifully," she said; "and you have a beautiful feminine waist.
You must be wearing a corset." "I am. My mistress decided it was
necessary." "Is it uncomfortable?" "No, that's the surprising
thing; it's firm, and quite tight, but I don't find it unpleasant
at all. It helps me to feel feminine, and I like that." "It is
nice to be feminine," said Jan; "I can understand your feelings
now; you must be very glad to get rid of those nasty masculine
things." "I am," I said, "but I still find it strange; I thought
I had done that already. I must be getting confused, but I really
felt certain that I had already been completely feminised, before
we came here." "I don't recall that," said Jan, "but you
certainly were inclined in that direction. I'm so glad it's
happening though; I want you to be as feminine as it's possible
to be. I know you will like it, and I will love you more than
ever." We hugged one another, and I had a strange feeling that
something had gone wrong somewhere, but I couldn't quite figure
out what it was.

Jan took me to see her room. It was on the second floor too, but
along a different corridor. It was a very nice room, similar to
mine, but arranged and decorated slightly differently. The large
bed looked inviting; "I rather like what this corset is doing," I
said, "and it isn't really uncomfortable, but it does force me to
sit upright, and that gets tiring after a while." I flopped down
on the bed and my skirt and petticoat layers billowed up over my
knees, settling down rather untidily. "We used to lie side by
side in bed quite often," she said. "I've been missing it." She
lay down by my side, but smoothed her skirt quite carefully, and
presented a much more elegant appearance than I did. She turned
on her side to face me; "I love you, Rita. I love your
femininity; those lovely petticoat frills showered all over your
nylons make a very attractive sight, and they do suit you." I
liked what she was saying, and I reached out to brush her arm
with my fingers. She responded by reaching out to stroke my nylon
clad legs; I found her touch exciting, and I quivered with
delight. "That's nice." She smiled, and started to explore gently
under the layers of frilly petticoat; I felt her hand moving up
my thigh, and very soon she encountered one of my tightly
stretched suspenders. She fingered it gently, and then worked her
way around both my stocking tops to find the others. She touched
all of them, feeling carefully at the decorative ribbons attached
to each of them; she looked at me with a smile: "You have eight
of them! That's nice; it must feel wonderful." "It does; I'm
aware of them all the time, and the sensations are really
pleasant." She got more bold in her probing and started to run
her fingers gently over the material of my panties; she started
to explore all the things hidden underneath them, and then smiled
lovingly at me. "It used to be wonderful when I did this; you
enjoyed it, and I found it very exciting too. But you don't seem
to be reacting to me at all." "That doesn't happen any more," I
told her. "It's part of the feminising process." She seemed
worried: "Doesn't that bother you?" "Not really," I said; "a lot
of nice things happen instead, and I really like them because
they are feminine. I think I respond much more like a woman does
now. Last night, when my mistress came to visit me, she got me
quite worked up; I felt eager to please her, and when she had
finished I had a climax myself. I don't think I want those things
there any more; I really would like to have a vagina, just like
you, and be penetrated. I hope they let me have the surgery, then
I will be able to have great pleasure myself if the master comes
to visit me." "You will," she said. "It's a wonderful experience,
and I would like him to visit me too. But there are so many of
us; he won't be able to visit each of us very often." "Never
mind," I said; "I'm sure we shall be able to have a wonderful
time with one another." Jan's intimate caressing and fondling
were very pleasant, and I thought it would be nice to carry on,
but we were interrupted by the lunch bell. We realised we would
have to go, and I hoped we would be able to meet one another
often.

In the afternoon I went to one of the makeup salons. The woman
there seemed very pleased to see me, and like all the others I
had met, made a special point of welcoming me when she realised
that I was a feminised male. Although we apparently had a lower
status officially than the other residents, I was beginning to
think that we got special helpful treatment from everyone, and
the others went out of their way to be specially friendly to us.
It was almost as if we had preferred status; I wondered if that
explained some of Jan's reactions -- she seemed happy enough, but
I didn't think she fit into things quite as well as I had seemed
to. The makeup specialist was very helpful. She sat me down in
front of a large mirror, and told me she would start the whole
process right from square one; at each step she explained what
she was doing, and told me what effect she was trying to achieve.
Along the way she gave me a lot of useful tips. The session went
on for most of the afternoon, and I enjoyed it immensely. It was
fascinating to see the subtle effects being gradually created,
and to see how femininity could be brought out in facial
features. By the time we were finished, I was absolutely
delighted with the way I looked, and I thought I could remember
quite a lot about what had been done to achieve that. I looked
forward to trying things for myself in the morning.

The next important step was to get someone to help me deal with
styling my wig; I was sure I would find someone equally helpful,
and I thought that would be my project for the next day. After
dinner I looked for Jan again, but I didn't find her, and I
wasn't sure about going to see if she was in her room. I sat in
one of the lounges for a while, and got into conversation with
two of my companions. They had been here for some time, and were
able to tell me quite a lot about the way things were organised.
From time to time I thought about the master; I knew it would be
some time before I was ready for him, but I found myself
wondering what it would be like, and feeling pleasantly excited.
I asked my companions how often he came to visit; they thought he
was in the building almost every evening. One of them had
actually been favoured by him, and I was very interested to hear
what she had to say. She didn't want to talk about the evening in
detail, but she said that it had been a wonderful experience, and
it was the most intense ecstatic pleasure she had ever felt. He
was apparently very kind and considerate, and quite often stayed
for a long time with someone who had been favoured. Another
interesting thing they told me was that quite often he selected
two or three other residents to join him, and assist him and his
favourite for the evening in their pleasure together. "I imagine
that would be very satisfying too," I said; "I wonder if he might
occasionally choose a feminised male to assist." "Oh yes," one of
them said. "He does, and it quite often happens as part of their
training. To be truly feminine, we all have to learn how to
respond to and stimulate the supreme masculine urge in order to
make the experience most pleasurable for the master. The
satisfaction we have in doing that enhances our own pleasure and
makes the encounter the most wonderful fulfillment we can have.
Some females have the qualities necessary, but most of us have to
learn them, and of course feminised males need special training
in order to overcome their unfortunate background." I was
fascinated by what I heard, and the bizarre idea came into my
mind that maybe if Jan was favoured by the master, I might be
able to join them as an assistant.

Back in my room I thought over the events of the day. The more I
learned about this establishment, the more interesting it was; I
was enjoying the life very much, but I did wish that I could get
together with Jan more often. I heard a knock at the door; that
was unusual, and it certainly couldn't be my mistress. "Come in,"
I called; the door opened, and Persephone came in. "I'm here to
help you undress, ma'am," she said. She looked down at the floor,
instead of directly at me, as she had done in the morning, and I
got the impression that she wasn't happy. I was also quite
intrigued by the subservient status she, and some of the other
residents, seemed to have. "Thank you, Persephone," I said, and
stood up to start unbuttoning my dress. She quickly came to
assist me, and skillfully helped me ease the dress over my head
so that my layers of petticoat were not disturbed. I slipped it
down over my knees, and stepped out of it, leaving a frothy pile
of delicate material on the floor; Persephone carefully gathered
it up, and folded it neatly over the back of one of the chairs.
"May I undo your suspenders now, ma'am?" she asked. It was clear
now that she was unhappy, and that made me feel sorry for her.

"In a moment," I said. "You don't seem to be very happy. What's
the matter?" She looked up at me, dolefully. "Please tell me what
it is; you're such a pretty girl, and it makes me sad, too." I
noticed a reaction to the word 'girl'; she looked at me again,
undecided whether to respond. Then her worries overcame her: "But
I'm not a girl!" she blurted out. I didn't understand why that
bothered her. "Well, I suppose you aren't yet, technically
speaking, but everyone here is female; some of us were males
before we came here, and we're being feminised so that we can
join the others. They seem very kind in the way they accept us."
"They aren't all kind to me," said Persephone; "and I don't like
being made into a girl. I am a man, and it's embarrassing to be
forced to wear these clothes and work as a maid." I couldn't
understand why she didn't realise how much nicer it was to be a
girl, but I was even more curious about her status. "Why do you
have to work as a maid?" "Because I told them I was a man, and I
didn't want to wear girl's clothes. The one who calls herself my
mistress got very angry with me; she picks out the clothes I am
forced to wear, and told me I would have to work as a servant.
They tied me up in my room until I agreed to do that." I was
quite upset by what she was telling me, and didn't know why she
would bring problems on herself like that. "Wouldn't it be better
just to accept the feminisation?" I asked. "It's wonderful to be
accepted into this feminine world, and I am really enjoying it."
"I can't. It's wrong, and I react against it." I didn't quite
know how to respond, so I thought we should get back to business.
"Would you help me with my suspenders now?" "Yes, ma'am," she
said bitterly. "I'm not upset with you, but it really is
degrading for a man to be helping women with their corsets and
suspenders. Under the right circumstances, it would be exciting;
the fact is I still find it exciting, but I don't react properly
any more, and I can't do anything to relieve my desires."

She busied herself with my suspenders. "I just love wearing
them," I said, "and the corset does wonderful things for my
figure." "You look beautiful," said Persephone; "in fact you
appear to be a very exciting woman; I wish I was able to do
something about it." "You can. Come and lie on the bed with me."
"No. You're very kind, but it wouldn't work. When I take your
panties off, I'll find that you aren't really the beautiful woman
you appear to be, and that will spoil everything" "But I will be,
soon, and I'm sure I would respond to you as a girl, now." She
had unlaced my corset now, and was laying it on the chair. "Let
me show you," I said, and I led her over to the bed. She lay
down, and I lay by her side. "You are attractive," she said, "and
I get a tight feeling in my groin, but I can't do anything about
it." "Let me try," I said; I pushed up her satin skirt and the
layers of petticoat, and started to caress her through the crotch
of her panties. "How's that?" "I like it," she said, "but nothing
will happen; they have made sure of that. And I feel so silly
with these nylons and suspenders; they look nice on you, but I am
a man. They are feminine things, and I shouldn't be wearing
them." She got up quickly and walked over to the door; "Will that
be all, ma'am?" "Yes. Thank you, Persephone."

I was quite upset by the things Persephone had said; her
experiences and reactions seemed to be so different to mine. It
affected me strangely, and gave me the feeling that there was
something I should be concerned about; it probably related to my
life before I came to stay in this new home, and my memory was a
little vague about that. She came again in the morning to help me
get dressed; she was quite businesslike, and I thought it best
not to pursue the conversation of the previous evening. After
breakfast, I went looking for Jan. I found her in the usual
place, and she didn't seem very happy either. "What's the
matter?" I asked. "My mistress came to visit me last night, and
it wasn't very pleasant at all." "Oh. Do you want to tell me
about it?" "I think I would, but not here; there are some things
I don't like about this place." "Let's go to my room." We went
back to my room, and without thinking about it, we both lay side
by side on the bed; I remembered that was something we often used
to do together.

"Did your mistress want to have some pleasure with you?" "Yes,"
Jan replied, "and she wasn't very nice at all. I thought at first
that it would be fun, like you and I have, but she wanted me to
do all kinds of nasty things. She was mean, and ordered me
around, and didn't seem at all interested in my feelings." That
worried me, because Jan was usually a very happy person, and of
course I was very fond of her. "There do seem to be some things
here that aren't right," I said. "I have enjoyed it very much,
but I had a chat with Persephone last night, and she said some
things that really bothered me." "Who's she?" "Oh, I didn't tell
you about that. My mistress thought I should be corset trained to
improve my figure -- I told you about that -- and it's so tight
that I can't bend very easily. She came with a maid, Persephone,
who helped me with lacing up, and doing my suspenders; then she
told me that Persephone would come to help me dress and undress
each day. When she came last evening she seemed quite unhappy, so
I asked her about it; I also wanted to know why she had to work
as a maid." "I've wondered about that," said Jan; "what did she
say?" "She told me that she was a man, and that she didn't want
to be feminised. Her mistress was very angry about that, and she
was punished by being tied up. I tried to console her, on the
bed, but she got quite upset and told me it wouldn't work. She
said I looked very attractive in my corset and suspenders, but
then when I tried to caress her, through her panties, she said
she was upset by having to wear nylons and suspenders herself. I
didn't really understand why."

Jan thought about it for a moment. "Most men don't wear stockings
and suspenders," she said, "and I don't think they would want to.
They think they are things for women; they like to see them on
women, but they don't like them for themselves." "But I used to
love wearing girdles," I said, "and stockings with suspenders
made me feel wonderful." "I know; but you were very feminine, and
I liked that. I don't think there are very many men like you." I
hadn't really looked at it like that, but I realised that she was
right. "Most men want to make love to women," Jan continued, "and
the attraction is because they are very different; they like
women very much, but I don't think they want to be women at all."
"I suppose they don't," I said, "but it would be difficult to fit
them in here; this is a feminine place, and obviously they would
have to be feminised to come here." "Maybe they don't want to
come here; that could be what's bothering Persephone." I found
that hard to understand; this was a nice place to be, and to be
allowed to come here, males would have to be feminised; why would
they object to that? "What about the master?" Jan asked. "He is a
male, and according to what we hear, he spends a lot of his time
here." "But, he's the master," I said; "he comes here to have
pleasure with those he has favoured." "Yes," said Jan, "but other
males might want to do the same thing. I think that the master
doesn't want any other males around; he doesn't like other males,
and he wants to have all the women here for himself." Again, what
Jan was saying was right, and I just hadn't thought about it that
way. "It's very confusing," I said; "it really is so nice here,
but I am beginning to wonder about the way things are organised.
It doesn't seem right. Poor Persephone is very unhappy, and I
certainly don't think your mistress should have treated you the
way she did."

To console ourselves we started to caress one another, and we
found it very enjoyable. Jan became quite aroused, and she
obviously wanted me to stimulate her properly; I probed her
pleasure centres, and felt the response, and that inspired me to
do all the nice things I remembered. She enjoyed what I was
doing, and came to an intense climax. That made me very happy,
because I loved her very much. She tried to do the same for me,
but I didn't respond properly, and we finally just relaxed in one
another's arms. The bell rang for lunch, but we ignored it; we
weren't hungry, and we preferred to stay together on our own. I
began to wonder why I hadn't responded physically to Jan, and the
more I thought about it, the more it worried me. Until I had
talked to Persephone, I was enthusiastic about being feminised,
and becoming a woman if I could. If it was the medications that
were causing me to become sexually frigid, then I wasn't sure any
more; it really was confusing.

Jan and I spent the whole afternoon together, and I began to
think much more about the wonderful life we had together;
although things were so nice where we were now, I wanted to be
able to spend all my time with her. We parted company to go for
dinner, and I was unhappy for the first time since I had arrived.
After dinner I went back to my room, and thought over some of the
things we had talked about. I wondered about the master, and why
he had such special status. He was a male of course, but several
of my companions were feminised males, and I now realised that
they may not all have wanted to be feminised. The door opened,
and my mistress came in, followed by Persephone. "I wish to see
if there are any effects yet from your corset training," she
said. "Persephone: assist Rita in removing her dress and
petticoat." I started to unbutton my dress, and Persephone helped
me lift it carefully over my head. She took it to the closet and
hung it up there. I had slipped my petticoat down my legs, and
stepped out; Persephone picked it up and folded it, placing it
over the back of a chair, as before. My mistress looked at me for
some time, and asked me to turn round. "There is some
improvement," she said; "I think you should wear it overnight,
too. This evening I wish to have my pleasure with you, and for
that it will be necessary to remove your panties and brassiere.
Persephone: undo the corset laces; Rita: hold the corset in
position while it is loosened." Persephone stood behind me, and I
felt the constraint of the corset ease off. She was obviously
familiar with her task, as she then tugged at my camisole,
pulling it out and letting it lie over my bosom; she undid the
hooks of my bra, and removed the breast forms, then arranged the
bra over my shoulders. "You may tie the laces again, now," said
my mistress, and Persephone set to work. It was soon back to its
former tension, and I no longer had to hold it in position over
my waist. The camisole and bra were then slipped over my head and
shoulders, and I stood with the corset tightly constraining my
naked torso.

"Let me see if there is any breast development," said my
mistress. She came over to me, and looked closely at the area
around my nipples, over the top of the underbust corset. She
cupped her hands over my tiny breasts; "Not much," she said, "but
there is a definite effect." She kept her hands over my breasts,
and then allowed her fingers to contact my nipples. They
responded, and became quite stiff, giving me very pleasant
sensations. My mistress smiled; "I enjoy the ambiguous bodies of
feminised males," she said. "It's such a wonderful combination;
you are doing your best to respond like a real female, and the
pathetic effect from a tamed male body is quite entertaining. We
must get rid of those panties now; Persephone: undo Rita's
suspenders." Persephone kneeled down to her task, and undid all
eight of the pink suspenders; I tugged at my frilly panties and
pulled them free of the hem of the corset. "Persephone: now do
the suspenders up again." Persephone carefully attached each of
them, and I felt the delicious tension in my stockings again. I
was quite excited after my mistresses examination of my breasts,
and I felt strange stirring in my groin. "That's all, Persephone;
you may leave us now." I could feel Persephone's unhappiness, and
realised that having the intimate parts of my body exposed, while
she was performing feminine tasks, must have underlined her own
situation. Underneath her pretty maid's uniform and petticoats,
she was wearing suspenders and stockings just like me, and her
frilly panties were stretched over her own impotent male parts. I
realised then that my mistress had deliberately put Persephone
into this situation, and it was a means of causing her
embarrassment and drawing attention to her feminised state.

"Lie on the bed, by my side," said my mistress to me, and I
realised then that she was wearing her dressing gown. She removed
it, revealing her lovely satin nightdress, and reclined on the
bed. "You look quite lovely," she said. "The effect of those
feminine pink suspenders, firmly attached to nylon stockings, is
particularly pleasing when they frame those remnants of
masculinity. It is a delightful symbol of the power of
femininity, as it quells the unruly nature of a male." She moved
her hand to my crotch and started to play with my cock and balls.
The sensation was quite pleasant, but there was no stirring
response; I felt deprived, somehow. She was treating me partly as
a male, and taking pleasure in the fact that I was no longer able
to respond; I felt impotent, and began to understand Persephone's
unhappy state a little better. My frustration was accentuated by
the fact that I was delighted by my feminisation, and I knew that
if I were treated as feminine, I would be able to respond in
spite of my limited capabilities; she was deliberately exploiting
the fact that I was neither fully masculine nor feminine. She
continued playing with me, standing my penis up with one hand,
and stroking the sensitive area of the glans with the other; it
might have been extremely pleasant, but she spoke continually of
the male responses that would have occurred before my
feminisation, and the fact that my masculine capabilities had
been subjugated to femininity. I became more and more frustrated,
as she skillfully prevented me from enjoying the effects of my
feminisation; eventually she asked me to stimulate her, telling
me that it would be instructive for me to see what a real female
body was like. She responded quite quickly to my manipulation,
and told me that this was how real women reacted, enjoying their
physical nature to the full; she told me I was just an effeminate
corseted male, wearing suspenders and stockings in a vain attempt
to emulate true femininity. At that point she sensed my
irritation and frustration, and it brought on her climax.

I lay back by her side, utterly miserable, and was so upset that
I began to wonder if the femininity that I had been enjoying was
so wonderful after all. She left me soon after, reminding me that
I should wear the corset at all times. I was in such a state that
I began to dislike its firm constraint, and my confused thoughts
prevented me from sleeping until well into the night.

Persephone came in the morning to get me properly dressed for the
day; we took the corset off and I had a long bath before she
helped me into my bra and camisole. The corset was finally laced
up firmly, and its suspenders attached to a fresh pair of
stockings. With my petticoat and a new dress on, I finally began
to feel better. I did realise now that this was not such a nice
place to be as I had thought; many of the companions I met and
talked to were friendly and helpful, but my mistress had a very
sadistic nature, and had known exactly the right approach to use
to frustrate and hurt me. There was a knock on the door just
after Persephone had finished, and Jan came in. She was very
upset, and hugged me tight; "I'm so unhappy, Rita," she said.
"What's the matter, my love?" "My mistress took me off to a
session with the master," she said; "it was horrible."

"Tell me about it," I said. We went over to the bed and lay side
by side; Jan turned to face me, and I put my arm round her
shoulder. We snuggled very close, and our petticoats billowed up
making an enormous pile of frills at the foot of the bed. "Well,"
said Jan, "my mistress came to my room quite early in the
evening. She told me that the master wished to make the
acquaintance of several of the new residents here, and I had been
chosen. I was quite excited and followed her to a large room;
there were about ten of us. It was beautifully furnished and
arranged; there was an enormous bed at one end -- about twice the
size of this one, with layers of satin pillows. The master was
reclining on it with two of our companions, one on each side. I
was quite interested to see what he would be like, and it was
disappointing; he wasn't handsome at all, and quite fat, with a
distended stomach. He was wearing a silk dressing gown, which was
completely open, and the two companions were kneeling, gently
massaging his penis and testicles. He had an erection, but I
could see that it wasn't really stiff and upstanding. I think the
two companions were trying to get him ready to have sex; they
were still wearing girdles and stockings, but nothing else. He
just lay there placidly, with his hands on the thighs of the two
poor girls, and from time to time he toyed with their suspenders
in a half-hearted way.

"I was really quite excited about the idea of being favoured,
when we first came here, but he looked so dissipated, and the
whole scene really put me off. My mistress said to him 'Here are
the new arrivals you wished to see.' He didn't seem too
enthusiastic and simply said 'Prepare them for me to look at.'
She herded us all into the corner, and told us to remove our
dresses, petticoats and bras; she told us to remove our panties
too, so that we would be wearing only girdles and stockings. As
we undressed hurriedly, jostling one another, she demonstrated
her authority over us by giving unnecessary orders and harassing
us. When we were all ready, we were led in a parade past the foot
of the bed; each of us had to stand facing him, so that he could
peer at our breasts and pubic areas. 'They seem to be
satisfactory,' he said; 'they certainly are worth closer
inspection.' He motioned the girls who were on the bed to go
away, and my mistress took one of my group by the hand; she was
led right to the top of the bed, and then told to get on to it
and kneel facing the master. She did so, and he reached out,
still reclining on the cushions, to feel her breasts. He motioned
her closer then, and pushed one hand between her thighs and
groped her labia. We were all subjected to this treatment in
turn; one girl in front of me was given particular attention, and
the master examined her vagina at length, pushing his fingers
into her repeatedly. 'This one appeals to me,' he said; 'I shall
fuck her.' When it came to my turn, I felt completely degraded;
he fondled my breasts, and then probed right inside me; finally
he looked at my face. 'This one does not feel completely
suitable,' he said, 'but she does attract me. She will do to help
me get ready.' We were all being treated as objects, and it
seemed just like a slave market. I was also worried about what my
task would be.

"I looked at my mistress; she saw the question in my eyes, and
hurriedly whispered to me. 'He needs some help in order to get
nice and hard; he likes to use a fellatrice for that. Crawl up
between his legs and start work -- and be very careful, he is
very particular about the way it is done.' I didn't want to do
that, but I couldn't possibly have refused. So I did as I was
told; I took that horrible limp thing in my mouth. I sucked away
at it, and slid my mouth up and down over the end, trying hard
not to gag. It took a long time, but eventually I felt him
responding, and I could feel it growing and stiffening. He was
running his hands through my hair all the while, and finally he
pushed me away, and motioned me to lie by his side. The chosen
one was ready; she climbed quickly on to the bed, and sat astride
him, and eased his penis into her. Another of the girls got onto
the bed and lay by his other side; as the chosen one moved up and
down, and gyrated her hips, he just lay on his back, and used his
hand to grope and poke at my vulva; he was obviously doing the
same to the girl on his other side. All the other women moved
back to a discreet distance, and stood posed in case he happened
to look up." Jan had tears in her eyes, and I hugged her. "It was
horrible," she said. "Sex shouldn't be like that; it can be so
wonderful. That was utterly perverted."

"My poor Jan," I said. "The more I hear about what happens here,
the less I like it. There must be a way of escaping, so that we
can go back to our life together." "Yes," she said; "what I
really want is you, and I want us to be able to live our lives
with one another." "I really thought life was going to be very
good here," I said; "everything seemed so wonderful, and of
course I was overjoyed at being given assistance in becoming
feminised. But the people who control us are very nasty; I had a
visit from my mistress last evening, and she was very sadistic."
"Oh, Rita, my love," Jan said. Even in the depths of her own
unhappiness she felt concern for me. "It did seem nice at first,"
she said, "and when I saw what had happened to you, I was
delighted. The more feminine you become, the more I like it." We
were happy in one another's company, and we both found
consolation from our unpleasant memories. Neither of us felt like
eating, and we stayed in the room together all through the day.

Jan left around dinner time; she didn't want to, but she thought
she might get into trouble if her mistress came looking for her.
I was beginning to resent the way the people in authority over us
abused us, and the more I thought about it, the more I came to
realise that we were really prisoners. We were confined to this
building, nice as it was, and were required to take orders from
people who seemed to have no regard for us. What right did they
have to behave that way?

My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. In came my
mistress, followed by Persephone; I looked up in surprise, as it
was still quite early. "You have been honoured, Rita," my
mistress announced. "The master wishes to make the acquaintance
of new arrivals here, and for his visit later this evening he has
made a special request to be attended on by feminised males. I
was able to arrange for your name to be among those selected."
She spoke as though she had done me a great favour, but I was
suspicious of her now. I thought that if she had done anyone a
favour, it was likely to be herself. "You will need to prepare
yourself," she continued. It is likely that it will be necessary
for you to remove your panties; with the corset and suspenders
that may take some time, and we don't wish to make the master
impatient. You must arrange your clothing so that things
necessary can be removed easily. Persephone: assist Rita with her
dress." I didn't know what to think; hearing Jan's story had made
me quite apprehensive about any contact with the master, but I
was excited by the idea in spite of myself. I unbuttoned my
dress, and Persephone helped me slip it over my head and
shoulders. I stepped out of the petticoat, and stood there in my
tight corset, with its eight suspenders stretched across my
thighs. Persephone kneeled by my side and started to unfasten the
suspenders; when that was complete she unlaced the corset, and I
felt the tension ease around my midriff. She undid the front busk
fasteners, and took the corset, laying it on the bed. "Your
panties," said my mistress. I slid them down over my knees, and
let them fall to the floor; as I stepped out of them Persephone
helped me slip out of the camisole, and immediately started to
unfasten the front hooks of my bra. Soon it was free, and I stood
there, completely naked apart from the stockings which were
partially slipped down my legs. My mistress looked at me with an
unpleasant smile. "You look quite attractive," she said. "The
impotent body of a feminised male does have a certain attraction
for me; it won't be to the master's taste, though, so we must
accentuate your feminisation. Persephone: the corset."

Persephone picked up the corset from the bed, and wrapped it
round me, fastening the front busk. After some quick adjustments
to make sure it was properly positioned, she stood behind me and
started pulling in the laces. She went down from the top and up
from the bottom several times, and at each stage I felt myself
being pulled in, tighter and tighter. Finally she tied the lace
pulls into a bow, and stood back; I was constrained very tightly,
and my hourglass waist was clearly discernable, but it was not
painful, and the rigid support even gave me a strange feeling of
comfort. "The suspenders, Persephone," said my mistress; "they
must be carefully arranged, and adjusted perfectly." Persephone
kneeled behind me, and after easing my stockings back up so the
tops were round my upper thighs, she attached the two back
suspenders. I felt her adjusting them, and the tension was taken
up by my stockings; she worked at the sides next, and each of the
suspenders was attached and adjusted; finally she completed the
task by dealing with the two at the front. Feeling my stockings
firmly held, and with my thighs encompassed by the stretched
suspenders, terminating in their delicate pink ribbons, I had an
ecstatic feeling of femininity. My mistress looked at me
carefully, and appeared satisfied. "This is how you will be
presented to the master," she said; your other garments will be
removed at the appropriate time, so they must all be worn over
the corset and suspenders. Persephone: panties." Persephone
picked up my panties, and kneeled to help me step into them; she
slid them up my legs, over the suspenders, and pulled them into
place around my accentuated waist. "Very good," said my mistress;
"it is a pleasure to see the impotent parts of a feminised male
disappear from view behind frilly feminine panties; I find it a
delightful symbol of the way her former male powers have been
subjugated." How hateful she was, I thought; I took delight in
being feminine, but the continual references to my previous
masculine state were designed to make me feel powerless and
subjugated. "Your brassiere, and its contents, will have to go
over the corset just for this occasion; I think a bandeau would
be best. Find a suitable one, Persephone."

Persephone found a bra, and helped me into it; the hooks were at
the back, and she quickly fastened them. She made sure the
shoulder straps were placed properly, and adjusted them to bring
the bra cups to the right height, just over the top of the
corset. My mistress picked up the breast forms, and inserted them
into the cups herself; in spite of her disdain, I enjoyed the
enhancement to my apparent femininity, though the band at the
bottom of the bra was awkwardly arranged over the top of the
corset. Persephone helped me into my petticoat and dress, and
then I was ready; I was dressed very much as I had been all day,
except that my corset was now the bottom layer, next to my skin.
It was a true foundation, I thought. My mistress dismissed
Persephone imperiously, and then motioned me to follow her.

She led me down the corridor to the staircase, and then up one
floor; I had some trepidation, but in spite of that I enjoyed the
sensuous motion of my suspenders as I lifted my feet to negotiate
the stairs. She took me in to a room opening off the main landing
at the top of the flight of stairs. "The master is not here, yet,
so we shall all wait discreetly until he chooses to arrive," she
said. There were about fifteen other companions standing quietly
in a group, and one or two of them looked up as I joined them; we
exchanged quick smiles. I knew that some of these girls were
feminised males like myself, but without hearing their voices, it
was extremely difficult to pick them out. I hoped that they had
equal difficulty making up their minds about me. We stood
quietly, a bevy of feminine finery; we were all dressed
similarly, with beautiful bouffant skirts, underpinned by dark
stockings and elegant pumps. Some of us were dressed in a lovely
shade of pink, as I was myself, and others wore a beautiful
pastel blue. I was able to look round the room, and saw an
enormous bed at the far end, covered with big satin cushions; it
looked exactly the same as the one Jan had described.

Suddenly a door at the far end opened, and a burly figure
entered; he wore an elegant silk dressing gown, and his legs were
bare underneath it. He flopped down on the bed, and glanced
towards us; his face was not handsome, and he had what struck me
as an unpleasant expression -- it combined disdain and lust. "I
shall need two pages," he said. What followed must have been
arranged beforehand; two of my companions walked over to the foot
of the bed and started to remove their blue dresses, letting them
fall to the floor. They pulled down their petticoats, stepping
out of them, facing the master all the time; then they deftly
unfastened their bras and removed them, and as a final stage of
their disrobing, they pulled their panties down, stepping out of
them too. They stood for a moment facing the master, then they
walked round, one on each side of the bed; when they reached the
master's waist, they clambered onto the bed, and kneeled facing
him, their stretched front suspenders framing their naked pubes.
The master reached out nonchalantly, and pushed a hand between
each pair of thighs; he started to fondle them, and smiled. "Not
too bad at all," he said. The two companions carefully pulled
aside his dressing gown, revealing his bulging naked body, and
they started to massage his thighs, working their way gradually
towards his groin. His flaccid penis started to respond half-
heartedly, and he lay there, being sexually caressed for some
minutes.

Eventually he looked up; "Now what has been arranged for this
evening?" he asked. My mistress approached the foot of the bed.
"I understand that you wished to make the acquaintance of some of
the new arrivals here," she said. "Some of them were males, who
are now undergoing feminisation; yesterday you suggested that it
might be entertaining to meet some of them." "Ah yes, I
remember," he said. "I think that would be quite entertaining.
They won't be ready for fucking yet, but it would be an amusing
change of pace to have one of them assist me. Let me see them."
She returned, and spoke to several of us in turn, telling us that
we should remove all our clothing except for girdles and
stockings. All of us were wearing pink, and it was only then that
I realised the significance of the different colours we were
wearing. We were ushered off into a corner, and hurriedly
assisted one another in removing our dresses. We had soon stepped
out of our frilly bouffant petticoats, and removed our panties.
My mistress then led us towards the foot of the large bed, and we
stood there wondering what was in store for us. "An interesting
group," said the master; "some of them do look promising, and
might eventually be attractive females. He examined us carefully,
moving his eyes along the row of frightened people standing
before him. "You were all male, before coming here to my little
establishment," he said. "You may even have thought that you were
naturally superior to the female of the species. The male is
naturally superior, and entitled to rule over inferior females;
they only exist in order to provide him pleasure. It is my firm
belief that the superiority of the male principle can only be
exercised properly in a society where there is a dominant male.
Logically he must effectively be the only male, and enforce his
superiority over other males by feminising them, and grouping
them together with subservient females. I see your impotent male
genitals, and I take great pleasure in the fact that they no
longer function; your change in status is demonstrated clearly by
the feminine garments you wear. All rivals to my male authority,
will be treated this way; you will be required to wear girdles,
and stockings attached with suspenders, the most feminine of
garments; this will make your status clear to you. As your
treatment progresses, you will start to develop breasts, and
present a more pleasing appearance; eventually you will all
require surgery to remove your useless male appendages, and
replace them with equipment more suitable for giving me
pleasure." His eyes passed backwards and forwards along the row,
and I then realised to my horror that he was intently looking at
me. "You," he said. "Your appearance is tolerable, and the corset
does emphasise your ordained feminine status. Come and join me."

He motioned me to climb up onto the bed at his feet; I was
apprehensive, and didn't know what was expected of me, so I
decided to pose as the two companions at his side. I got onto the
bed, and kneeled before him. He spread his legs, and motioned me
to move towards him; I did so, and saw his flaccid penis, limply
suspended below his bulging abdomen, showing very little response
to the ministrations of my two companions on either side of him.
He smiled at me: "What's your name?" "Rita." "You show some
promise, Rita; I shall take pleasure in fucking you when your
feminisation is completed. In your present state the options are
quite limited, but in order to start your training in the art of
giving pleasure to a real male, you can practice one desirable
feminine skill. Suck my cock. It needs feminine stimulation to
get me ready to fuck a real woman; show me how well you can do
that." The idea disgusted me; even if I had found males sexually
attractive, I think his gross appearance would have repulsed me.
But I felt powerless to resist, and gradually moved toward his
limp penis. He watched me with cynical amusement, knowing that he
was subjugating a former male to his dominance, and underlining
her feminine status. When I got close enough, he reached out his
hand, and briefly fondled my genitals; "They aren't much use to
you now," he said. "I hope you enjoy your feminine clothing; your
suspenders and stockings are much more important now than these
remnants of your former status."

He reached for my head, and pulled it down into his groin. I had
no choice but to take his limp penis into my mouth. I tried not
to gag, and concentrated on my task; I pushed my mouth down over
the shaft, and slid it up again; I closed my lips on the groove
at the base of his glans, and started to stimulate it with my
tongue. I felt a response, and accelerated my movements. He
reclined contentedly, relaxed, with his hands resting on the
suspendered thighs of my companions at his side. "That is quite
good," he said; "you do show promise. Sometimes I am pleasantly
surprised by the capabilities of feminised males; there are a few
that make wonderful cocksuckers. You, Rita my dear, are a
mistress among cocksuckers." His imperious domineering manner
made my task even more odious, but I continued, and as I worked
away, I felt his flaccid penis becoming harder. It stiffened in
my mouth, and I felt the glans become engorged; it now was
enormous in size, and it rubbed against the back of my throat as
I moved my lips down over the shaft. I could feel the masters
excitement mounting, and he now lay back making little gasps of
pleasure in response to my efforts. "Your skills are superlative,
Rita," he said. "You have got me ready to fuck one of your
companions long and hard, but I'll forego that pleasure for the
moment, and reward you for your delightful stimulation; you may
continue and taste my ejaculation."

The prospect nauseated me, and again I made a desperate effort to
prevent myself from gagging. I continued my work, varying the
pace, and exploring the length of his rigid upright penis,
returning repeatedly to the sensitive glans. After what seemed
like an eternity, I felt an initial spasm; I took the base of his
glans gently in my teeth and carefully stimulated it. He
exploded, and his rigid engorged penis pulsated violently,
discharging its warm fluid right to the back of my mouth and down
my throat. The experience was too much for me, I pulled my mouth
away, and in a violent spasm of my own I threw up his semen and
spilled the contents of my stomach all over him.

                            * * * * *

I woke with a start. I was lying in bed with Jan at my side; I
was aware of very pleasant sensations, and gradually realised
that she had her hand in my groin. Her fingers were probing
inside me, and as they explored my pleasure centre I felt my
excitement rising. I was confused, and my head was filled with
strange memories of my recent experiences, and the unpleasant
encounter with the master. They had an air of unreality now,
though they were still very intense. It came to me suddenly that
the real world I had returned to was much more pleasant, and as
that fact dawned on me, I experienced a delightful release. I
looked at Jan happily. "I'm sorry, my love," she said. You were
really sleeping quite soundly; I just couldn't get to sleep, and
as I looked at you I couldn't resist." "I'm glad you were moved,"
I said. "You got me out of a horrible dream; things started out
alright, but it began to get more and more unpleasant, and
finally I did something that would have got me into serious
trouble." "Do you remember it?" "Oddly enough I do, and I still
have a strange feeling of uneasiness; you did the best possible
thing to get me out of it, certainly preferable to pinching
myself." She laughed; "I didn't know what to do, and suddenly
looking at you, inspiration came to me. So what was your dream
about?" "You and I were in a harem, and my mind must also have
been ruminating over our discussion about enforcement. But it got
much closer to sadism." I told her the whole crazy story, and she
shuddered. "It certainly wasn't very nice," she said; "I feel
much better now about waking you the way I did." I hugged her,
and felt an incredible sense of relief that my fading memories
were nothing but a dream.

Now I was wide awake; though it must have been the middle of the
night, I had no desire to go back to sleep. I wanted to make sure
I kept contact with the real world, until the unpleasant memories
released their strong hold on my mind. "It was an interesting
sequel to our discussion," I said to Jan. "Obviously your crack
about harems started things; before I dozed off I was thinking
about what little I remembered from my reading. We got plunged
right into one, and I had a slight problem in that I had reverted
to my previous male state; that idea presumably came from our
chatting about Len, and enforced feminisation. It's almost as if
my subconscious mind was giving me a demonstration in logic."
"How so?" asked Jan. "Well, in the dream I started out reacting
to the idea of enforcement just as I would have a few years ago;
I welcomed the idea of feminisation, and enjoyed all the steps in
the process, so although I was being dominated in a sense, I
thought it was a rather nice experience, and I didn't see myself
as being subjugated. All the stupid rules seemed very reasonable
to me. The first episode with the mistress character was quite
pleasant; I found it quite exciting to get her off, but I was a
little frustrated myself because she was working on me as though
I were male, and that no longer worked. The next time, she
repeatedly emphasised my impotent male nature, and wouldn't treat
me as a female, so it was even more frustrating; it was clear to
me that what she was doing was sadistic, because she was
deliberately preventing me from getting into a mental state where
things would have been a pleasure for me. Then the master carried
that process a step further." "That is a fairly sophisticated
exercise in logic," Jan said. "It's like the old crack about the
masochist saying 'Beat me!' and because she desperately wants it,
the sadist responds 'No!'"

"It's a good job I woke up when I did," I said. "I don't think
the master would have been too pleased with me, and they probably
would have had some fairly nasty way of punishing me. Maybe that
would have been enough to make them forget their humanitarian
attitude to castration; doing that, without SRS, is about as bad
a fate as I can imagine. I'd be mentally a female, presumably
with a female sex drive, and no nice female bits to use to
satisfy it." That gave me an idea; "Speaking of nice female bits,
Jan my love; I really owe you a favour. Would you care for a
return engagement?" "Yes," she whispered, and hugged me. I pushed
her nightdress up out of the way, and started to caress her
beautiful breasts; she responded immediately, and soon she was
moaning with pleasure as I exploited my knowledge of female
anatomy.