Sissy Tammy

Sissy Tammy

It all started back in the 60’s, 1967 to be exact, when I
was 13 years old. As a c***d I was a bit small and frail,
taking longer to develop than most boys my age, and as a
result I ended up playing more with the little girls on my
block than the boys. This was also a problem of geography,
not having any boy friends living near us, and that was
probably just as well because all they did was tease me and
beat me up, never letting me play any of their games.

My only real play friend was a pretty 11-year-old girl
living next door to us, and her name was Jacqueline Taylor.
We use to spend all of our free time together playing in
the yard behind her house, getting into whatever we could
find to keep our interest. It was an innocent time; both of
us were immature and usually our play reflected that but my
body was changing and unknown to me Jacqueline was
developing other interests and it was these interests that
led to my first experience with feminization.

At this point I have to talk about Jacqueline’s beautiful
mother Mrs. Taylor, or Mistress Amber as I later got to
know her. She was a very outgoing, pretty woman in her mid
30’s that had lost her husband the year before in a tragic
automobile accident. Mrs. Taylor had long auburn hair that
cascaded over her shoulders in thick waves with green
almond shaped eyes and full pouting lips. Though I was too
immature to appreciate it at the time, she had a
curvaceous, buxom figure of 38-24-36, which turned many
men’s heads, but she had few real suitors because she was
very picky and she was a woman on her own with a c***d to
raise.

On that fateful day I was out side playing with my playmate
and we were having trouble trying to decide what we were
going to do that afternoon. I suggested the usual things,
trucks in the sandbox, hide and seek, and just poking
around the backyard to see what we could find, but my
little girl friend answered an emphatic ‘NO’ to all my
suggestions.

“Well, what do you want to do then?” I asked.

“I want to go inside,” she replied. “Let’s go upstairs to
my room, and play Barbie’s!”

I’d never played with dolls before; not having any sisters
or dolls of my own and I thought it was kind of a ‘Sissy’
thing to do, but things being the way they were between us,
it really didn’t matter to me and besides I hand nothing
else to do anyway.

“Fine let’s play Barbie’s then,” I said and we went inside
to see if it was OK with her mother.

When Jacqueline made her request, Mrs. Taylor looked at me
kind of funny. She knew how old I was and had always been a
little mystified as to why I hung around with her sweet
little daughter.

“Do you want to go play Barbie’s with Jacqueline, Cammy?”
She asked.

“Sure Mrs. Taylor, why not?” I replied innocently.

Again she gave me that funny look and shrugged her
shoulders. “OK sweetie that’s fine, but if you two are
going to be inside then I’ll have to come up and keep an
eye on you.” Jacqueline and I both agreed that would be
fine and taking me by the hand and we went upstairs to her
room to play. What I didnt see was my playmate giving her
mother a mischievous grin over her shoulder as we started
up the stairs and her mother returning it with a knowing
wink.

Mrs. Taylor really didn’t stay to watch them; she appeared
to be quite busy with other more important chores and she
only popped in occasionally to check on them when they were
quiet for too long. She found it a bit odd that a teenager
like Cammy could be coaxed into playing dolls by her sweet
little daughter, but she had noticed the boy had a few
rather ‘feminine’ traits that seemed to come out when he
was around her daughter, and they were totally inconsistent
with a rough and tumble boy of thirteen. She’d had a few
interesting thoughts about Cammy over the last little
while, mostly musing about his orientation and his apparent
feminine mannerisms and as she thought about it they
flashed through her memory. In the end she gave herself a
little mental shrug, then she left them to go fold some
laundry.

Cammy settled in with Jacqueline and she showed the boy all
her pretty Barbie’s and how to play dolls, dressing them in
all kinds of pretty clothes and playing with all the
accessories. The boy didn’t get the concept at first but
soon he understood all about playing house and the feminine
role-playing that went along with it and he especially
liked dressing the little plastic mannequins in their
pretty party dresses. The two played happily till about
4:00 PM when it was time for Cammy to go home.

As Jacqueline and Mrs. Taylor waked the boy to the door the
older woman asked, “So did you like playing with
Jacqueline’s pretty dollies Cammy?” Mrs. Taylor had asked
the question a bit sarcastically expecting the boy to blush
in embarrassment at participating is such ‘sissy-like’
activity, but his enthusiastic answer surprised her.

“Actually Mrs. Taylor it was lots of fun!” the boy answered
excitedly. “I wish I had dolls of my own at home! Can we
play with them again tomorrow?”

She could see the excitement in the boy’s eyes and thought
it very curious. She didn’t have the heart to say no to his
request and besides, she had the feeling that something
interesting was developing here and wanted to see how it
played out.

“We’ll see tomorrow sweetie,” she replied and Cammy ran for
home and his waiting dinner.

Over the next few days Mrs. Taylor allowed Cammy play dolls
with Jacqueline three more times up in her room, carefully
observing the boy’s actions and mannerisms, but on the last
occasion things took an unexpected turn. He and Jacqueline
were happily playing in the girl’s room when they heard the
downstairs phone ring. Mrs. Taylor hurried by the room and
down the stairs to catch the call, leaving the two of them
alone upstairs. Jacqueline listened for a few moments to
hear when her mother picked up and started talking.

“Hello, oh yes it has been a while since we talked. How
have you been?” The girl continued to listen intently.
“Sure we can talk for a while,” she heard her mother say
loud and clear as if on cue and she looked over at the boy
playing next to her.

“Mommy is going to be busy on the phone for a while and I’m
sick of Barbie’s, let’s play something else!” She
suggested.

Cammy looked up at her when he heard the strange tone in
her voice and he reluctantly put down his Barbie and asked,
“What would you like to play now?”

The sweet young girl made a momentary pretense of thinking
hard then blurted out excitedly, “Let’s play dress up!”

“I’ve never played that before,” Cammy replied a look of
confusion on his face. “How do you play?”

Jacqueline smiled sweetly. “Awe, it’s easy!” she said. “All
you have to do is dress up!”

“Well OK, if you say soÉ” he replied with a shrug.ÓBut I
don’t have any good clothes here. What will I wear?”

Jacqueline gave him an impish grin; Cammy clearly did not
understand his playmate’s intention. “I’ll take care of
that!” the girl said with a giggle. “Go over by the bed and
start taking your clothes off.”

Jacqueline got up and moved about the room gathering what
she needed for they’re first game of dress-up. First she
went to her dresser and opening one of the drawers she
quickly withdrew a few items. She was careful to use her
body to block Cammy’s view so that his outfit would be a
complete surprise.

The confused boy was a little unsure of what he should be
doing, so he went over and stood beside the girl’s bed and
started to slowly remove his clothes. Even though Cammy was
thirteen he still had a trusting c***dish innocence and
Jacqueline was his best friend, so why wouldn’t he take of
his clothes, they were only playingÉrightÉ?

Cammy was down to his underwear and socks as he watched his
playmate move around the room; excitedly collecting items
of clothing for him wear, Jacqueline had almost gathered
everything she wanted together, time to play dress-up!

Jacqueline glanced in his direction and yelled, “You’re
cheating! You have to take ALL your clothes off, and close
your eyes! There’s no peeking or you get a spanking! That’s
the punishment in this game!”

The boy turned away from his playmate and slipped his
underwear and socks off and stood waiting for the next step
of their game of dress-up, his eyes tightly closed as
ordered. The girl dug around in her dresser giggling to
herself and warning Cammy repeatedly not to peek. To make
sure that he didn’t see himself until she was done she
quickly tied a dark blue scarf over his eyes blind folding
him, then she went to her closet to get a few more items.
Finally she came back to the bed and dropped an armload of
girl’s clothing on the bed.

Jacqueline picked up the first lacy item by the waistband
and choked back a laugh, then bent down beside the waiting
boy. She pushed on the Cammy’s right leg and said, “Lift
this up.” The boy steadied himself on her shoulder and did
as he was told, foolishly trusting his little playmate.

Cammy felt something-soft brush over his foot and the
sensation of something gathered around his ankle as the
girl pushed his leg down. “Now the other one stupid!” Again
Cammy did as he was told, and again felt the same soft
brush of material against his foot as it slipped over it.
Now there was a gentle tugging between his two legs
restricting his movement a little as he put his leg down.

“Don’t spread your legs too far apart, you might rip them!”
the girl yelled out.

“Rip what?” he asked, looking around blindly.

Cammy had the sensation of silky fabric sliding across his
legs as Jacqueline pulled the item of clothing up his legs
settling them around his hips and waist with a sharp ‘SNAP’
of elastic. He would have turned beet red in shame if he
could’ve seen that Jacqueline had made him wear a pair of
her laciest little girl pink panties! The feminine little
undies dripped frills, with pretty white lace accents
around the waist, leg openings and several more rows across
the rear. As an added feminine touch the pink undies had a
big pink satin bow right in the center of the rear was with
a lovely pink rose bud in the center.

After she got her unsuspecting playmate dressed in her
little girl panties, she sat him down on the edge of the
bed to make it easier for her to finish her strange game of
dress-up. Of course Cammy knew he had underpants of some
kind on, he could feel them snugly gripping his waist and
thighs, but the material felt different, not at all like
his normal underwear. The unsuspecting boy hadn’t known
that Ôdress up meant him being completely feminized as a
little girl!

Secretly Cammy had contemplated trying to get into sweet
little Jacquelines panties before, but not quite this way!
The young boys hormones had started to stir lately and he
found himself admiring his playmates tight little ass as
they played together. Little did he know, that Jacqueline
had already far surpassed that type of innocent petting and
moved on to more serious sexual activitiesÉbut thats
getting ahead of the story.

Jacqueline giggled to herself again as she looked down at
Cammy sitting on the bed in a pair of her laciest panties.
She wished some of her girlfriends were here to see this!
It was fun to be dressing a boy in panties. Something about
it gave her a feeling of control over her older playmate
and she knew when she finished fully dressing him he would
turn purple with embarrassment. It was kind of cruel to
take advantage of her friend this way, but she had a
dominant streak in her that she now needed to satisfy.

Next Jacqueline had him lift his arms as she slid a
matching pink nylon camisole over his head, covering his
flat hairless chest. The silky pink camisole had the same
pretty lace trim and ribbon detailing as the pink panties
she had put on him and it made quite a feminine little
lingerie set. She thought Cammy looked quite cute dressed
this way and she could see that with a little more work,
the boy would make quite a convincing girl. He was a couple
of years older than she was but Jacqueline was maturing
faster, both mentally and physically, and was already an
inch or two taller than he was. Cammy had always seemed
smaller and weaker than she, and she had always considered
him to be kind of a Sissy, so why not dress him this way?

Jacqueline quickly set about the task of completing the
boys sissy makeover, dressing him in some of her most
feminine clothes, with pink lace ankle socks on his feet,
and a pair of her white Mary-Jane shoes which fit the boy
remarkably well. All the while, Cammy sat patiently and
could feel the various items of clothing that Jacqueline
was putting on him, but he was trying to be the good
playmate and not peek. He did try once, tilting his head
back and trying to see under the edge of the blindfold, but
Jacqueline caught him and put her hands over Cammy’s eyes
before he could see anything.

“That’s not fair! I told you not to peek! Now keep your
eyes closed!” she yelled and pulled the blindfold down to
cover more of his eyes.

Jacqueline hauled the boy to his feet and spinning him
around she smacked him hard on his pantied rear.

“OWWW!” he screamed out in shock and surprise trying to
cover his lacy rear with his hands. “Why’d you do that?”

“I warned you not to peek or you’d get a spanking! You have
to wait until we’re dressed. THEN you can see!”

Jacqueline pulled the boy over toward her closet. “Stay
right there, don’t move!” she commanded and Cammy waited
blindly while his sweet little girl friend quickly took off
her sundress and put on a beautiful white satin party dress
from the closet. Jacqueline zipped herself up and tied the
wide pink sash into a big bow at the small of her back.

“Put your arms up again Cammy,” she ordered as she removed
a pink satin party dress from another hanger and getting
the boy to bend slightly forward she pulled it over his
head guiding his arms out through the short puffy cap
sleeves.

Unable to see what was happening, Cammy’s other senses were
in a heightened state. He was almost overwhelmed by the
soft caress of the pink party dresses satiny skirts and
lacy white crinolines as she slid the girly party dress on
him and then she quickly zipped up the back. Then she tied
a big bow in the small of the boy’s back using the white
satin sash at the waist. The girl happily fussed over the
short satin skirt, fluffing and smoothing it over the under
lying white crinolines so that the party dress now had the
proper frou-frou style it was meant to have.

As Cammy stood with his eyes blindfolded he could hear the
soft rustle of the dresses crinolines as Jacqueline made
the finishing touches until she was satisfied her new girl
friend was ready. Then she shut the closet door and taking
him by the hand Jacqueline excitedly said, “OK Tammy, open
your eyes!”

She whipped off the blindfold, and at first the boy was a
little confused by what he saw in the mirror. There in the
reflection he could see were two beautifully dressed little
girls standing side by side, and then it dawned on him HE
was the other girl! Cammy blushed furiously as he looked
for the first time at what he was wearing!

Jacqueline looked like the picture perfect little princess
wearing her pretty white satin party dress, matching white
lace ankle socks and black paten shoes and the other girl
was; HIM! His playmate had dressed him in a pink satin
party dress with lacy pink ankle socks and white paten
shoes! From a certain, blurred perspective Cammy imagined
he no longer saw a boy in girls clothing in the mirror, but
a cute p*****n girl with short blond hair, but still a
girl!

In a daze he slid his hands over the silky satin of the
skirt and grabbing the hem he lifted it revealing rows of
frothy crinoline and the pretty pink little girl panties he
wore beneath. Butterflies fluttered around in his stomach
as he traced the pretty ruffs of white lace around the leg
openings of the undies till they disappeared in the rear.

“Do you like it Tammy?” Jacqueline asked as she watched her
playmate closely trying to gauge his reaction.

“I don’t think I should be wearing this,” was all he could
say as turned this way and that in front of the mirror,
hardly believing what he saw. If anybody from school heard
about this he knew he’d be in for the pounding of his life!
As he moved he could feel the gentle caress of the dresses
crinoline as it brushed against the smooth nylon and
ruffled lace of the panties and he had a sudden urge to see
more. He gathered up the rear of his flounced skirt and
bent over in the mirror exposing the frilled rear of the
pink panties for view.

“Nice girls don’t show off their panties Tammy,” Jacqueline
giggled.

“Why do you keep calling me Tammy?” The boy asked as he
looked at the big pink satin bow perched in the center of
his pantied rear. He was over the initial shock of seeing
himself dressed in such an ultra-feminine outfit, but he
was still very uneasy with it and wanted to change back to
his regular clothes before anyone discovered their game. He
was positive that Jacqueline’s mother would take a dim view
of the boy next door wearing her daughters frilly undies
and dresses.

“That’s your new girl name,Ó she said, a menacing tone
creeping into her normally friendly voice. ÒIf you’re going
to play Barbie’s, and wear my dresses then from now on you
have to be Tammy!”

Cammy quickly smoothed down his flounced skirts, covering
up his pink panties once more and looked curiously down at
the white paten Mary Jane shoes and the short lace frilled
socks on his feet; this wasnt right! The boy was gripped
by a sudden wave of panic as it washed over him like cold
water.

“I’d better change before your mother comes back,” he said
and he reached for the zipper at his back, trying to undo
it as rushed for his clothes on the bed.

Jacqueline quickly jumped in his way blocking him. “No you
can’t change yet, you’re my new sissy sister now Tammy!
MOMMY!”

Cammy heard Jacqueline’s mother quickly saying her good-
byes to the other person on the phone and the hurrying up
the stairs. The boy franticly tried getting around his
playmate, the pink party dress rustling loudly as he moved.
Jacqueline just laughed at the smaller boy’s frantic
attempts to get to his clothes before her mother arrived,
blocking his every move. Just then Mrs. Taylor burst into
the room.

“Well, well and what do we have here?” She said in mock
surprise. She wasnt sure what she would find when she got
to the room, but she had a sneaking suspicion based on the
look her daughter had given her as they had climbed the
stairs to her room.

Cammy turned to face Mrs. Taylor looking shame faced and
guilty both at the same time. “Tammy and I were playing
dress up, but now she won’t play anymore ’cause she say’s
she’s afraid!” Jacqueline said this last statement at the
boy with a sneer on her face, and Cammy hung his face in
shame as she turned to address him.

“Tammy, is that your name?” The boy stood silently with his
head down, his face bright red staring at his shoes.

“I SAID is that youre NAME? Answer me GIRL!” she
commanded.

Jacqueline reached over and pushed the boy trying to prod
him to answer. Cammy kept his head down and mumbled “Yes
Mrs. Taylor.” A smile crept over the woman’s face as she
heard the sheepish boy’s response.

“Now what seems to be the problem girls?” She asked curtly.

“We were playing dress-up and I put Tammy in my best pair
of pink panties and my favorite party dress, but now she
says she wants to change!” Jacqueline blurted out.

“Is this correct Tammy?” Mrs. Taylor asked the boy mildly.
She was trying not to scare him too much by forcing her
voice to be as calm as possible.

Cammy finally looked up at her, tears starting to well in
his eyes. “I shouldn’t be wearing this stuff Mrs. Taylor,
what if someone saw me and besides I didn’t want you to
think I was a creep or something?” The boy dropped his face
in shame again.

Amber was actually very touched that he was so concerned
about her opinion of him. She lifted the boy’s chin and
smiled sweetly to reassure him. “Oh sweetie, I don’t mind
if you play dress-up with Jacqueline? No harm done.”

The boy brightened considerably when he heard her say that.
“REALLY? You don’t mind?” he asked unsure if she was being
sincere.

“Why should I? Jacqueline doesn’t seem to mind sharing her
pretty things with you, unless of course you mind?”

The boy looked at himself in the mirror, remembering the
look of the frilly pink panties he wore when he looked
under the skirt, and he was very keenly aware of how the
panties felt against his teenage penis as he moved. After a
few moments reflection he said, “I don’t mind Mrs. Taylor,
if you dont,” but he avoided direct eye contact with her.

Amber reached out and turned the boy’s face toward her. “Do
you mind Tammy?” she asked again in a commanding tone.
Cammy looked into her eyes and felt an overwhelming urge to
obey this woman. It was more than respect for an adult;
there was an air about Mrs. Taylor that demanded obedience.

“I don’t mind wearing Jacqueline’s pretty things Mrs.
Taylor, honest!” he responded clearly while looking her
straight in the eye.

“Good girl. Now lets have a look at what you’ve got on.”

Cammy stood before Mrs. Taylor as she reached out and
flounced the skirts of the pink dress so that they were
there fullest. “Turn around for me sweetie,” she asked and
Cammy started to turn slowly for her.

Her daughter had done a good job of feminizing the boy,
right down to the white paten shoes and frilly socks he now
wore, but she was curious to see how far the boy had let
her daughter go. She lifted the front of the dresses frou-
frou skirts and peered beneath. Framed by layers of lacy
white crinoline, Mrs. Taylor could see that the teenager
was wearing a pair of her daughter’s frilliest pink
panties. She knew that pair! Those particular undies were
one of the prettiest she had ever bought for her daughter.
They were ultra feminine, dripping with lace and ribbon.

“How sweet Tammy, what pretty pink panties you have on!”
she gushed.

The boy blushed furiously at having Jacqueline’s beautiful
mother see him wearing such frilly little girl undies.
Seeing that her comments were making the boy uncomfortable
she decided she’d had enough fun at the boy’s expense, at
least for the moment. She let the skirts of the dress
settle back into place and abruptly turned to leave.

“You girls go back to your game I’ve got things to do.” And
she left the room.

The two sat back down on the floor and started playing
Barbie’s again, but now things seemed different. Cammy’s
demeanor changed with that of his pretty feminine clothes
becoming less boisterous and more submissive to Jacqueline.
As they played it became apparent that the younger girl had
definitely taken charge of the situation and anyone looking
in on them would have sworn it was two beautifully dressed
little girls happily playing dolls.

Mrs. Taylor went back to the laundry room and continued
sorting and neatly folding both hers and her daughter’s
things including a lacy pile of lingerie. Her mind kept
coming back to the femininely dressed boy sitting on the
floor in her daughter’s room and she thought about
everything she had ever noticed about the boy’s behavior.

She had always thought that Cammy’s soft feminine features
reminded her more of a little girl than of a boy and lately
he had exhibited some very girlish traits. Over the last
while she had been watching the two closely as they played,
concerned that as he got older his rough and tumble ways
would be too abrasive for her delicate little girl. After
seeing the boy completely feminized it was obvious to her
that her daughter was in complete control of their
relationship, how else could you explain his miraculous
transformation to that of panty-clad sissy boy.

Mrs. Taylor peeked in at the two playmates on and off the
remainder of the afternoon smiling at the change in the
neighbor’s boy since donning her daughter’s panties and
pretty pink dress. However, was starting to get late and
she knew that Cammy would have to leave soon, so she
decided it was time for him to revert back into a boy and
go home for supper.

Her daughter as visibly upset at having to loose her new
girl friend, but she calmed down a bit when her mother
assured her that ‘Tammy’ could come back and play again
tomorrow. She supervised the two of them as Cammy changed
back into his boyish clothes and her daughter dressed into
something more appropriate for supper.

Mrs. Taylor instructed the boy in how to properly remove
his dress, and got him to put it and his shoes away in her
daughters closet and where the laundry hamper was located
for his discarded lingerie. She watched the boy intently as
he wandered around in her daughter’s frilly undies thinking
he looked quite cute as a girl and he was behaving like a
perfect young lady. When the boy finally removed her
daughter’s frilly pink panties to put them in the hamper
all she could say was, “OH MY!”

Even though the boy was only 13 years old his developing
teenage penis hung down a good 5 or 6 inches even when
flaccid and it was quite thick. She had seen other boy’s of
his age nude before and their penises were usually quite
small and immature at that age, not at all like his. She
was sure that by the time the boy passed fully through
puberty he would be very well hung indeed! Amber grew a bit
flustered as she imagined just how big the boy’s penis
could possibly grow to be and busied herself helping the
c***dren dress to drive away her lewd thoughts. Once they
were fully dressed, she and Jacqueline escorted the Cammy
to the door and said their good-byes.

“Thank you for letting me play Barbie’s with Jacqueline,
Mrs. Taylor.”

She smiled at his polite comment noting that he didn’t
mention their game of dress-up. Since donning her
daughter’s clothes today she had noticed a definite change
in the sometimes-unruly boy. Feminization seemed to agree
with him and she had to admit, she found it somewhat
stimulating to be manipulating the teenagers orientation.

“You’re so very welcome sweetie!” she replied. “Why don’t
you come over early tomorrow and spend all day Saturday
with us, wouldn’t that be fun Jacqueline?”

“Oh yes, Mommy! And can we play dress up again?” the little
girl gushed.

“That’s up to your little playmate honey. What do you think
Cammy? Would you like to play dress up again?”

She wanted to see if the boy had any inhibitions about
wearing girl’s clothes again. If he hesitated she wouldn’t
allow it to go on, he might become upset and tell other’s
what had happened. Better not to start a controversy over
the boy dressing up in her daughter’s undies and things.

“Can I? Thank you Mrs. Taylor!” the boy said happily. “Bye
Jacqueline, see you tomorrow.” And he ran for dinner.

The next time morning Cammy was up bright and early
knocking on the Taylor’s front door. Fortunately,
Jacqueline and her mother were early risers so they had
been up for a little while before he arrived. Mrs. Taylor
casually opened the door still wearing her nightgown and a
short sheer pink dressing gown over top. Cammys mouth fell
open in surprise as he stared at her sexy outfit and he
could clearly make out the short pink baby doll nightie and
matching panties she wore beneath.

“Good morning Cammy, you’re here early.” She said with a
grin, obviously the boy was raring to go. Good, she wanted
him to be enthusiastic it would make things simpler.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Taylor, should I leave and come back
later?”

Cammy didn’t want to seem pushy and bother Jacqueline’s
mother, otherwise she might not let him come over and dress
up today, and Cammy was REALLY looking forward to it.
Secretly he had really liked the pink undies and dress that
Jacqueline had put on him yesterday and later when he had
put it away, he had seen that her entire closet was filled
all kinds of pretty, feminine dresses and other equally
interesting things.

“Oh no, I was expecting you early Tammy, come in.
Jacqueline is just eating breakfast in the kitchen, but I
want to talk with you first for a minute.” She opened the
door and led the boy over to the couch and sat down.

“Sit down here next to me sweetie.” Cammy felt a wave of
anxiety come over him. He wasn’t sure if he had made Mrs.
Taylor mad at him or something worse, as he sat next to her
on the couch.

“Cammy what did you think when Jacqueline asked you to
dress up like a girl yesterday?” she asked.

“I didn’t know she was going to do that Mrs. Taylor and she
blindfolded me and told me not to peek,” he replied
innocently.

“Well, you’re a very obedient boy Cammy. A quality very
hard to find these days I can assure you.” Amber thought
that her daughter must really have the boy under her thumb
for her to completely dress him without resisting her once.

The boys disposition seemed right for her little plan, now
for the critical question she thought. “Cammy when you took
the blindfold off and saw you were wearing a dress and
other girlish under thingsÉdid you hate it?”

The boy blushed deeply at that question and stammered
nervously as he answered. “No Mrs. Taylor, it kind of
surprised me at firstÉ but you knowÉI kind of liked it.”

She decided to press the point a little more, as she wanted
the boy to freely admit his weakness, then they could
proceed. “Why did you like it Cammy?”

The boy had his head down looking at his feet as if the
answer could be found there. “Because the dress was so
pretty, prettier than anything I own. And when I looked
underneath and saw the pretty undies I had on I
feltÉfunny.”

“If wearing girl’s undies makes you feel funny you don’t
have to dress today. Is that what you want?” She said
lifting the boy’s chin to look in his eyes.

“Oh no Mrs. Taylor, I want to play dress up. Honest!Ó he
explained. ÒI just meant it felt Ôgood funny not Ôawful
funny, thats all.” She could see how earnest Cammy was
being and she smiled and gave the boy a hug.

“OK sweetie, but I have a few rules that you have to follow
from now on, OK.”

“Yes Mrs. Taylor,” the boy said, happy that she didn’t want
to discuss the difficult subject anymore.

Here we go, she thought.

“Rule one, from now on you will address me as Mistress
Amber and Jacqueline as Miss, is that understood.”

“Yes Mistress Amber.” He replied with out hesitation.

Cammy didn’t know it but this was the first step in Mrs.
Taylor’s plan to train the 13-year-old in the proper ways
of femdom. She had started formulating her plan the day
before, shortly after she had seen without his panties on
for the first time. She knew that if she taught him early,
by the time he matured, he would be properly trained to
serve and pleasure her, her daughter and her friends for
years to come. ÒHow splendidly wicked,Ó she thought.

She continued. “Good girl, I see we understand each other.
Second whenever you’re here Jacqueline and I will refer to
you either as Tammy or Sissy and you will answer
appropriately, understood?”

“Yes Mistress Amber,” the boy replied on queue.

“Very good Tammy!” She wanted to be sure to complement the
boy every chance she got, at least for the time being, so
that he felt he was doing well.

“The next rule is that whenever youre in my presence, you
must wear a dress and the appropriate feminine under
things, no more boyish clothes, understood.”

“Yes Mistress Amber,” the boy answered again. To Cammy it
all seemed to be some kind of a game; little did he know
this was no game!

“The final rule and the most important one is that no
matter what happens you can never, ever, tell anyone what
goes on when you’re in my house. Do you under stand Tammy?”
The boy felt the gravity of the situation and answered
appropriately.

“Yes Mistress Amber.”

“Very good Tammy, you’re such a bright little girl! Now
let’s go into the kitchen and see if your new sister is
done with her breakfast.” The unsuspecting boy followed his
new Mistress into the kitchen where Jacqueline was just
finishing up her breakfast at the table.

“Hi Tammy,” the girl said with a big smile on her face.

“Hi Jacqueline,” the boy replied without thinking.

Jacqueline quickly corrected him. “You have to call me Miss
now; remember Tammy? Mommy and I had a long talk last night
and she told me that you’re going to be my new Sissy
sister. What was that other thing you said MommyÉpanty
something?”

“That was ‘Panty Slave’ sweetie,” her mother corrected.
“But we won’t get into that now.” The girl giggled at the
humiliating reference aimed at her former male playmate.

Now, Cammy knew what a Sissy was, some of the boy’s at
school had called him that when they were picking on him
and he wasn’t sure he liked the idea of Jacqueline calling
him that. He had never heard the term ‘Panty Slave’ before
during his short and sheltered life and it made him feel a
little uncomfortable. If he had known better he would have
run right back out the door, but he was already hooked on
wearing lingerie and the urge to dress up in Jacqueline’s
pretty things again was too strong in him, so he didn’t say
anything.

Mrs. Taylor looked at the boy expectantly. “You’ve been
spoken to Sissy how should you respond to Jacqueline?”

A confused look spread across the boy’s face for a moment.
“Yes Miss?” he replied hesitantly.

“That’s correct Sissy. We have to maintain the proper
decorum at all times, remember the rules.” She knew it
would take a little work to properly adjust the boy’s
attitude to his new subservient role and the only way to do
that was to enforce the rules whenever possible.

Mistress Amber walked over to Cammy and felt his hair with
her fingers. “Did you have a bath this morning Tammy?”

“No Mistress,” the boy replied. “I did wash my face and
brush my teeth though.”

“Filthy little urchin, that’s a start, but a proper young
lady has a bath each morning and does her daily beauty
regiment. You must project cleanliness as well as beauty
and femininity.” She instructed. “Well girls I think it’s
time we got cleaned up and ready for the day ahead.
Upstairs and we’ll all have a bath.”

Cammy was made to follow behind the women as they made
their way to the second floor and into to Jacqueline’s
room.

“Strip off those boyish clothes NOW Tammy!” Mistress Amber
ordered and Cammy scrambled to obey.

As the boy removed each item of his clothing Mistress Amber
gathered them up, placing them in a canvas laundry bag.
Once she had everything she pulled the drawstring tight at
the top and locked the bag with a small pad lock. Cammy was
red-faced with shame at having to strip naked
in front of the women but when he saw his new Mistress lock
up his clothes his shame was replaced with anxiety and a
bit of fear over what was to come.

“Just a precaution Sissy,Ó she said seeing the boys
concern. ÒJust incase you chicken out on us and try leaving
before Im done with you.” She left the room to run the
bath and hide the boy’s clothes for the day.

Jacqueline giggled and pointed at the boy when her mother
had left the room. “You should see the look on your face
Panty Slave!” She said mockingly.

Cammy was hurt by Jacqueline’s use of that humiliating term
and he hung his head again, his face burning in shame. When
Jacqueline saw his reaction to her calling him a ‘Panty
Slave’ she laughed out loud. She was happy to know she
could use that humiliating term on Cammy to put him in his
place. Her mother was grooming her to dominate her former
playmate and properly humiliating him would be part of her
new authoritarian role over the would-be sissy.

Jacqueline stripped off the top of her yellow baby doll
nightie and tossed it on the bed, quickly followed by her
panties as she also prepared for their bath. This was the
first time Cammy had seen his girl friend with all her
clothes off and he swallowed hard as she shamelessly stood
nude before him.

She was a couple of years younger than he was, but
Jacqueline’s p*****n body was starting to show early signs
of maturing. The small pointy mounds of her breasts were
almost totally nipple and stood out proudly both from
excitement and the cool temperature of the room. Her young
body was slim and nubile not yet showing the womanly curves
of maturity, but her p*****n rear was well rounded and
firm. Cammy’s eyes roamed over her body coming to rest on
the deep cleft between her coltish legs. Jacqueline’s
smooth puffy mound was completely hairless because puberty
had not yet touched her.

Cammy felt a weird tingling between his legs as he stole
glances at his playmates sweet young body and he quickly
averted his eyes when she caught him staring. Of course,
Jacqueline had noticed the boy gawking at her and was
equally curious about him.

“What’s wrong Tammy, never seen a girl before?” She came
over beside the boy who had his head down staring at his
feet and his hands covering his crotch modestly.

“I spoke to you Sissy, my Mother’s rules say you must obey
and answer!”

Cammy’s head remained down, “No Miss I haven’t seen a girl
before,” he mumbled.

Jacqueline wanted to see what her new sissy sister was
hiding and reached over and pulled away his hands, Cammy’s
half-erect penis popped into view and the girl’s eyes
widened in delighted surprise. The naked girl licked her
lips sensuously in anticipation and slowly reached for the
boys growing penis, curious to feel it pulsing in her
hand. Just then her mother re-entered the room and the girl
jumped back in surprise and Cammy quickly covered up again
as she looked at the two of them suspiciously.

“OK you two, no playing around just yet, into the bath.”

His new Mistress led the way down the hall, followed by
Miss Jacqueline and him again bringing up the rear. He
couldn’t help but stare at Jacqueline’s sweet rear as she
walked in front of him and was watching her so intently
that he almost ran into her when they stopped in front of
the bathroom door. “In you go ladies,” Mistress Amber said
motioning them to enter. Cammy could see the steam rising
from the large standing tub and it was overflowing with
fragrant bubbles.

Jacqueline climbed in and settled down into the tub and
after a moments hesitation Cammy followed her, any chance
to hide his current embarrassing condition. Mrs. Taylor
came over to the edge of the tub and taking off her
dressing gown she picked up a large bath sponge and started
scrubbing the c***dren. Cammy had never been scrubbed that
thoroughly in his life, and his Mistress seemed to pay
special attention to his genital area. He couldn’t help but
stare at her large 38-DD breasts as they jiggled invitingly
just inches from his face. Add to this the sheer baby doll
she wore had gotten wet, and as she had washed them, it
molded itself to her large firm breasts leaving nothing to
the imagination.

Suddenly he jumped in surprise as he felt his new Mistress
grab hold of his penis and balls with her hand as she gave
them a through examination under the water. Cammy squirmed
around uncomfortably in the tub as her hands roamed over
his teenage penis and then between the cheeks of his rear,
her red painted nails brushing against his tight sissy
hole.

“I’m glad that you’re fairly hairless down their Sissy, but
I think we need to be sure, don’t you agree Jacqueline?

“Yes Mother,” the girl replied and she giggled.

“Stand up Tammy, you to Jacqueline and we’ll deal with any
remaining unsightly hair!”

Mistress Amber pulled the plug on the drain and as the two
stood dripping in the tub, she retrieved a large plastic
squeeze bottle and a pair of latex gloves from the medicine
cabinet. Cammy watched nervously as his Mistress put on the
gloves with a loud ‘SNAP’ and squeezed a large dollop of
smelly white cream into the palm of her hand.

“I think we’ll start with you Sissy, since you’ve never had
this treatment, you’re bound to need it more.”

His Mistress reached for his penis and started to spread
the smelly cream all around his genital area. Repeatedly
she filled the palm of her hand, generously spreading the
cream over his entire body all the way up to his neck. In
the end every inch of skin was slathered in the smelly goo
and Cammy was forced to stand with his legs apart and arms
up while his Mistress performed the same procedure on her
daughter. Once she was done Amber pulled the latex gloves
off her hands, tossing them into the trash.

“You two must stand there for the next half-hour while the
cream works its magic,” she said. “Then I will rinse you
off. Tammy you’ve never experienced this before so don’t be
alarmed. You will feel a slight discomfort, but it won’t
kill you, Jacqueline can testify to that.”

“That’s right Sissy, it won’t kill you,” said Jacqueline,
and she gave Cammy an impish smile.

Mistress Amber left the room to prepare for the next phase
of her Sissy’s feminization, leaving the two standing
awkwardly in the tub. Jacqueline stood watching Cammy, a
slight smirk on her face waiting for the show to begin.
Cammy had no experience with depilatories so he had no idea
what to expect. All he knew is that Jacqueline was staring
at him with that a snotty, know-it-all smirk that she
always gave him when she thought she knew something he
didn’t and it was making him mad!

“Quit staring at me Jacquie!” the boy hissed.

“You can’t call me that anymore Panty Slave!” the girl
snapped back at him. “My Mother told you the rules Sissy!
You are to address me as ‘Miss’ from now on! Otherwise
you’ll be punished!”

“If you don’t quite calling me Panty Slave, I’m going right
home!” the boy threatened.

“We’ll see Tammy, we’ll seeÉ” the girl whispered, her eyes
narrowing to slits.

Cammy didn’t like the way his playmate was acting and he
especially didn’t like being called a Panty Slave. That
term made him very uncomfortable, but at that moment
something else was also starting to irritate him as well.
About twenty minutes had passed since Mistress Amber had
covered him in the thick smelly cream and an uncomfortable
burning itch was starting to develop around his penis, and
it was starting to spread all over his body. Cammy started
to fidget, touching himself in a couple of places where the
burning seemed to be more intense.

“Mistress Mommy told you not to move Sissy, I wouldn’t
disobey herÉ” the girl warned.

“But it’s hurting!” Cammy whined.

Just then his Mistress re-entered the bathroom to clean her
two girls off and get them ready to dress. Amber had
intentionally done her new sissy boy first knowing that he
would be covered in the depilatory a good ten, or more
minutes longer than her daughter would. All the more time
to burn every last sprouting male hair from his body,
nothing better than a silky smooth sissy!

Amber could see that the boy was suffering some discomfort.
She had anticipated it. “Well I think it’s time I got my
two girls rinsed off? What do you think Sissy?”

“Oh yes, pleeease Mistress!” the boy begged.

Amber handed the boy a washcloth and turned on the water
through the rinse hose. “I want you to rub your skin
briskly with that cloth Tammy while I rinse you off.”

Amber stared at the top and worked her way down over his
slight body. The boy had very little hair before, but as he
rubbed his skin what there was wiped away leaving him as
smooth as a new born baby. Cammy didn’t really notice the
hair loss on his arms and legs as it wasn’t very
substantial and he was blond anyway, but where he did
notice it was where his burgeoning pubic patch had been.

Cammy had been proud of the little patch of fuzz that had
started growing down there as the symbol of his passage
into manhood. He had been rubbing his crotch frantically as
his Mistress rinsed him, trying to stop the prickly burning
of the cream. Now that she had finished with him and the
burning had stopped, he took stock of what the cream had
done to him. His skin was a little pink, not really sore,
but as he ran his hand over the surface of his arms he
could feel they were perfectly smooth, not a hair left
over. It was then that it hit him!

Cammy looked down at his pubic area, tears welling up in
his eyes. His little patch of pubic hair was gone and in
its place was nothing but smooth pink hairless skin! In one
fell swoop his Mistresss smelly cream had reduced him to
the status of hairless c***d again.

“What’s wrong Tammy?” Amber asked innocently knowing full
well what was troubling the boy.

Cammy stood there in a daze rubbing his hands over his now
nude pubic area and genitals. He looked up at his Mistress
and said, “All my man hair is goneÉ”

“Why of course it is Tammy,” she said. “For one thing you
are no longer a MAN and as far as I could tell you never
really were! I mean honestly, what MAN would allow his
playmate to dress him up in panties and a pink satin party
dress? WellÉ” Cammy stood silently in the tub his head down
in shame recognizing the truth of what his Mistress had
said.

“You’re nothing but a panty waist. From now on you are
Jacqueline’s and mine Sissy Panty Slave! This is one of the
new rules you must obey Tammy: Sissy’s keep their bodies
free of any offending pubic hair at all times, at the
pleasure of their Mistress! That is because they are
immature little girls and they will be treated as such! ”

Cammy kept his head down and answered, “Yes Mistress
Amber.”

“Very good Tammy,” she said. “If you maintain your current
level of obedience we’ll be able to whip you into a first
class sissy in no time, but remember if you don’t obey
there will be punishment!”

Amber let that threat hang in the air as she finished
rinsing off Jacqueline, then she wrapped them each in large
fluffy towel and led them back down the hall to
Jacqueline’s room. Once there Jacqueline sat down at her
vanity and started brushing out her long brown hair while
her mother went to the dresser and collected several items
she had set out in advance.

Cammy stood in the middle of the room feeling awkward and
unsure what to do. “Come here Tammy,” Jacqueline said. The
boy walked over to her and she took her brush and combed
back his damp blond hair. She had just finished when as her
mother dropped a lacy pile of items on the bed and motioned
for the two of them to join her.

“Today Tammy my daughter and I are going to introduce you
to all things feminine,” she said picking up an item from
the lacy pile and holding it up for him to see. It was a
white lace garterbelt embroidered with pretty baby-blue
flowers on the front panel and trimmed with baby blue
ribbon. Amber smiled as she saw the sick look on the boy’s
face as she stepped behind him, wrapping the feminine
undergarment around his waist and fastening the hook and
eye closures at the back.

This pretty little garterbelt was not the usual play item
that women sometimes bought to wear for their men, but a
practical piece of lingerie that could be worn comfortably
all day. Amber had altered it for her daughter when she had
bought it, adding extra lace and ribbon accents to make it
especially feminine for her. She thought it the perfect
item to start her new sissy out with on his road to femdom,
after all nothing in the world made a girl feel more
feminine than wearing a garterbelt and silky stockings.

Cammy looked down dejectedly at the frilly garters dangling
around his thighs and the large baby blue bows attached to
the end of each one. His little game of dress-up with
Jacqueline yesterday had been a fun innocent thing, but now
that her mother had become his Mistress it now seemed more
of an exercise in control and humiliation.

Sure, he thought the lacy garterbelt was pretty and after
his first experience in cross-dressing he now felt an
overwhelming urge to wear Jacqueline’s pretty lingerie and
party dresses. However, he knew in his heart by allowing
them to dress him and treat him in this degrading way, it
was taking him down the road to feminine domination that he
probably never would have, had he not willing submitted to
them.

While all this was running through his mind his Mistress
picked up a pair of sheer white nylons from the pile and
handed one to the boy. “Now Tammy quit day-dreaming and pay
attention,Ó she scolded. ÒI want you to gently roll the
nylon this way,Ó she demonstrated. ÒAnd be ever so careful
not to snag them as you go.”

Cammy mimicked her actions perfectly until he had the first
silky nylon rolled up in his hands, then she instructed him
on how to properly point his toes and work the nylon up his
leg keeping it taught until fastened to the frilly garters.
He struggled a bit with the garter tabs, not being use to
the way the small rubber nubs fitted into the channel of
the clip, but once he got the first one fastened the others
were a snap. Once the Sissy-boy had his nylons on to her
satisfaction, Amber picked up the next item of lingerie
from the pile.

“Hold your arms up Sissy,” she ordered holding up a lacy
white training bra for him to wear.

Cammy looked at the soft padded insides of the A-cups as
his Mistress slipped the straps of the lacy little
undergarment up his arms. The padding was designed to
protect a young girl’s budding breasts from the rough lace
of the cups and to provide just a little additional bust
size. On Cammy the bra cups were almost flat against his
chest, but his Mistress corrected this by putting jelly-
like inserts with nipples into the small cups. Now the cups
were filled out to capacity and the small nubs of the
artificial nipples could be seen poking out the lace in
front.

“Now you’re starting to look like a proper young lady,”
Mistress Amber told him with a smile.

“No fair mommy, he has bigger boobies than me now!” said
Jacqueline stomping her foot down in displeasure.

“Don’t worry sweetie before too long your boobies will be
much bigger than Tammy’s,” said his Mistress trying to calm
her daughter.

Cammy looked down at the white lace cups of his bra and the
small points of his artificial nipples. Amber had also
altered the bra and accented it with the same pretty lace
and baby blue ribbon to match that of the garterbelt and in
the center between the cups was another large baby blue bow
to match the ones on the end of his garters.

While he was looking down at his newly expanded chest
Mistress Amber picked up the final piece in his first full
sissy lingerie set, a pair of beautiful white lace rumba
panties. Amber had put together this ultra feminine
lingerie set for her daughter’s first communion just last
year and she had scoured local clothing stores trying to
find the prettiest, laciest undies for her little girl to
wear under her communion dress.

The panties were a full cut style of brief made of the
softest white nylon she had ever seen, appearing almost
sheer as she held the undies up to the light. A 2-inch
ruffle of pretty flowered lace rimmed the waist and each of
the leg openings and it had pretty baby blue piping made of
satin ribbon woven through it. Across the rear were 7 rows
of the same pretty white lace making the rear a mass of
feminine frills; like a lacy white cloud. As a final touch
in the center of the rear just below the waistband, Amber
had added a large baby blue satin bow with a pretty baby
blue rosette at its heart.

Cammy’s mouth went dry as he stared at the lacy panties his
Mistress held up in front of him. He had never seen
anything so totally girlish in his life except for some
baby panties he had seen at his Aunt’s one time and they
weren’t nearly as feminine as these! He couldn’t believe
Mistress Amber was going to make him put those on!

A sense of dread came over him, and Cammy knew that once he
put those lacy little girl panties on, he really would be
nothing more than Sissy plaything for Mrs. Taylor and
Jacqueline. The more he thought about the prospect of
having to wear those undies, the more frightened he became
and he started to slowly back away from his new Mistress
towards the door.

Amber had been admiring the beautiful detailing of the
undies when she caught the boy’s movement out of the corner
of her eye and quickly reached out, grabbing the boy by the
arm and holding him in place.

“Where do you think you’re going, my sweet little Sissy?”
she asked.

Cammy’s mouth worked silently as he tried to formulate an
answer for his Mistress. Mistress Amber could see this was
going to be her first real test of wills with the boy. Up
to this point she had been surprised at how easy it had
been to feminize the boy. He seemed to be quite subservient
taking one humiliation after another without much
complaint. Finally the boy was showing a little spark! That
was the thing that made forced feminization so satisfying,
resistance and the breaking of the boy’s unruly will!

She held Cammy firmly and gave him shake to show him she
was still the dominant and could easily overpower him.

“Cat got your tongue my little sissy pantywaist?” she said.
“I am your Mistress and don’t you forget it! When I speak
to you, you WILL answer. I haven’t disciplined you YET
Sissy, but DON’T push it!”

The boy started shaking, completely cowed by his Mistresss
veiled threat. He couldn’t guess what awful punishment
might be in store for him if he disobeyed his new Mistress,
but the tone of her voice made it clear he didn’t want to
find out!

After his mouth worked soundlessly for a moment Cammy
finally blurted out, ÒNothingÉnowhereÉI’m not going
anywhere MistressÉhonest!” Mistress Amber held the
frightened boy’s gaze with her own and slowly moved around
behind the boy to ensure he didn’t escape.

Mistress Amber leaned down behind him close to his ear.
“Were did you think you were going to my little Sissy.
Hmmm? Just look at the way you’re dressed. Did you think
you’d be able to run home to your Mommy looking that way?”

Cammy looked down at what he was wearing and then at his
reflection in the mirror on the closet door. Where could he
run, partially dressed in Jacquelines frilly girl’s
lingerie? He didnt dare leave the house like this, even to
run the short distance home. And what would his mother say
if she saw him like this? He looked down at his hairless
penis, framed by the snowy white lace and baby blue ribbon
of the garterbelt and his shoulders sagged in resignation.

His Mistress was right; he had let them go too far. They
had exploited his weakness for pretty feminine things and
then used Jacqueline’s pretty party dresses and lingerie to
ensnare him in a virtual sissy prison; he was trapped! Now
there was no-where for him to go. Mistress Amber could see
the boy understood his predicament when his shoulders
suddenly slumped in submission.

“Jacqueline,” Mistress Amber called, “Come here for a
moment and help me finish dressing our new Sissy Panty
Slave,” Amber said holding out the lacy rumba panties for
her to take.

“Sure mommy, but arent you forgetting something?” she
replied gleefully.

ÒYoure right darling I almost forgot,Ó she continued. ÒYou
better bring me that special piece of jewelry I got for
Sissy.Ó

Jacqueline giggled and threw Cammy a wicked smile and then
she went to her vanity and opened the drawer. Cammy
couldnt see what she retrieved until she handed the item
to her mother; it looked like a large silver ring. It was
too small to be a bracelet, it wasnt an earring, Cammy
didnt know what it was until the two women switched places
with Jacqueline holding is arms and his Mistress knelt down
in front of him.

Taking the sissy boy by the pecker she slipped the ring
over it and down to the bottom, then holding him by the
sack, she forced his first ball through the tight ring and
out the other side.

ÒOWWW!Ó The sissy boy screamed out in pain.

Cammy struggled to free himself from Jacquelines grip on
his arms, but she held him firm. Taking little notice of
his discomfort, Mistress Amber squeezed his other ball
through the tight silver ring. This time Cammys legs
almost buckled, but he took the pain without crying out and
Jacqueline helped support him. When she was done, the ring
squeezed the sissy-boys balls and cock into a tight little
package that looked quite cute and very fem with no hair on
them.

ÒThere,Ó his Mistress said standing once more. She reached
out and took Cammys chin in her hand holding his face so
that he was looking straight at her.

ÒDo you know what I just put on you Panty Slave?Ó She
asked.

ÒNo Mistress Amber,Ó the boy replied, a tear running down
his cheek from the pain of having his young balls squeezed
mercilessly into the ring.

ÒThats a cock ring Sissy.Ó She explained. ÒThat means that
you belong to me now and you have been branded.Ó Cammy
didnt understand what that really meant, but he would come
to know in the future.

ÒThat cock ring is your token of submission to me and you
will wear it at ALL times.Ó She commanded.

ÒButÉbut how will I explainÉat school and at home?Ó He
stammered out.

Mistress Amber squeezed his face in her hand to emphasize
her point. ÒI said you will wear it always as your token of
submission to me, is that understood.

The boy looked down and mumbled, ÒYes Mistress,Ó but Amber
wasnt having any of that.

She tilted his head up again and said, ÒWhat? I didnt hear
you, did you hear him Jacqueline?Ó

ÒNo Mommy I didnt,Ó the girl answered with a sneer.

Cammy looked his new Mistress in the eye and clearly said,
ÒYes Mistress Amber.Ó

ÒGood, now lets continue. Jacqueline you may have the
honor of pantying our protZgZ since you brought him to our
attention.Ó

Jacqueline had been holding the boy happily watching her
playmates growing humiliation, as her mother skillfully
feminized and degraded the boy. On queue she switched
places with her mother and knelt down before the mortified
boy. Cammy looked down at the lacy panties before him as
his former playmate used her fingers to spread the
waistband of the undies open and held them before the newly
minted Panty Slave to step into. He felt trapped between
the two women with nowhere to go except deeper into his
dominants feminization trap and his own degradation.

Mistress Amber gently pushed on the back of his right leg
from behind urging him to step forward into the panties and
his total submission. With nowhere to go the sissy-boy
reluctantly lifted his leg, and pointing his toe in a
decidedly feminine way, he daintily slipped his foot past
the waistband and through the lace-rimmed leg opening.

“Good Sissy, put your panties on!” Jacqueline said and she
started to giggle.

With one leg in the panties Cammy had now committed himself
to total feminization, so without further hesitation he put
his other foot into the opposite leg opening and the girl
and her mother both quickly pulled the lacy undies up his
legs. Once again, Cammy felt that weird, sensual feeling
come over him as the frilled undies slid up over his nylon
sheathed legs. As his Mistress and Jacqueline adjusted the
fit and settled the panties over his hips and waist the
soft buttery nylon of the undies brushed invitingly against
his little sissy pecker and it started to harden.

Since they had used the depilatory on him, Cammys skin
felt ultra sensitive, almost tingly, and he was now acutely
aware of the fit and feel of the white lace panties
especially wearing the cock ring. He loved the way the
narrow, frilled elastic of the undies hugged him around his
waist and legs, tickling him a little as he moved; the
sensation was much different from the cotton Y-fronts he
normally wore. As well, the dainty nylon of the panties
gently caressed his growing hard-on and each movement
became a gentle caress that sent little shivers of pleasure
through his young body.

“I think he likes wearing my panties Mommy,” Jacqueline
said with a giggle as she watched the expression on the
boy’s face change from one of fear and loathing to
pleasure.

Jacquelines expression changed to one of surprise and she
pointed down at the front of the white lace rumba panties.
“Look Mommy, his things got all hard too!”

Cammy’s face turned bright red as his playmate let out a
high pitch giggle and pointed at the front of his panties.

“Well, wellÉ” said his Mistress as she looked down in
admiration at the 6-inch hard-on tenting out the delicate
nylon of her daughter’s lacy communion panties.

“You are a proper little Sissy aren’t you Tammy? Only a
real Sissy-boy would get so excited over wearing such
pretty little panties.”

The boy averted his eyes and bowed his head in shame as his
Mistress did her best to humiliate and degrade him in front
of her daughter. Cammy didn’t know that his Mistress was
very impressed that a boy of thirteen could raise such an
impressive boner and she looked forward to properly
training her Panty Slave to bring out any other hidden
talents the boy possessed.

Mistress Amber pulled the boy to her as if to hug him and
let her hands slide down the front of his body to the silky
soft nylon covering his swollen penis. Cammy looked up at
her in surprise as she gently wrapped her hand around his
protruding tent pole and started to slowly move her hand up
and down.

The Sissy-boy’s breathing became irregular as she gently
milked him and she could feel her new Panty Slave start to
push back against her hand as she masturbated him through
the front of her daughter’s lacy white rumba panties. Cammy
loved this new sensation as the buttery soft nylon caressed
his teenage penis, especially as it was his Mistresss hand
doing the manipulation.

To this point in his life Cammy had only ever masturbated a
couple of times as his sexual desires had only recently
started to awaken. The boy was too naive to realize that
all this was part of his Mistresss master plan to seduce
him into loving cross-dressing. That’s what made Amber and
Jacqueline’s feminization of the trusting boy especially
cruel. By enslaving the boy now they were sentencing him to
a life of perversion and servitude, because from this day
forward he would always associate sexual arousal with the
wearing of women’s lingerie.

Jacqueline still knelt before the newly transformed Sissy-
boy and watched in growing fascination as her mother
manipulated the boy’s penis through the front of her lacy
communion panties. When she had first dressed her playmate
she had no idea that it would lead to this kind of kinky
activity. It had just been her own dominant tendencies
coming to the fore, and the lonely neighbor boy was a
convenient target for her.

Forcing Cammy to dress in her lacy lingerie was a real turn
on for both her and her mother. It was her mother who had
devised the plan to enslave and use the boy and when she
had explained it to her daughter, she had been more than
willing to go along. Jacqueline started to get that
familiar tingling sensation between her legs and her hand
slipped through the opening in her dressing gown and
between her legs where it started to move. She was no
stranger to this type of open sexual play, having been
encouraged to do so at a young age by both her mother and
her occasional boyfriends.

“My, my, you are a horny little Sissy-boy aren’t you Tammy?
Do you like Mistress playing with your little doodle,
Tammy?”

“Yes Mistress Amber,” the boy replied as if through a fog.
He could feel his Mistresss heavy breasts pressing into
his back, and her breath was hot against his ear.

ÒThats my sweet little panty-boy! You look so precious in
your lacy undies Tammy, and you have such a beautiful
little cock for such a pretty girl. Does my Sissy like the
new undies we chose for her?” she asked.

“Oh yesÉyes Mistress Amber,” the boy replied as she gently
continued to milk his penis through the front of his
panties.

Amber leaned in close to the boys face looking him
straight in the eye, the tips of their noses almost
touching. ÒAre you Mistresss devoted Panty Slave?” she
asked, almost in a whisper.

“Yes Mistress Amber. I want to please youÉI want to be your
devoted Sissy Panty Slave?” In the back of his mind he
screamed at his response but his newly emerged subservient
side was now in control and he was too distracted to
realize the gravity of what he was saying.

Mistress Amber gave the boy a soft kiss on the mouth with
her full red lips. Now that she had gotten the answer she
was looking for she suddenly stopped her soft
ministrations, breaking the sexual spell that held them all
and she slapped the panty-clad boy playfully on the rear.

“We’ll explore this in greater detail in the future Sissy.
Right now let’s finish getting you two dressed.”

Cammy stood there half dazed for a moment and then looked
down at his playmate Jacqueline who was just withdrawing
her hand from between her legs, the same dazed look on her
face. The boy followed his Mistress as she entered
Jacqueline’s closet again and returned a moment later
carrying a beautiful white satin communion dress and a full
lacy crinoline slip.

The short white satin dress was the personification of
little girl femininity and it literally dripped with lace,
ribbon and chiffon. The short bodice of the dress was
covered in beautiful flowered lace and had small seed
pearls sewn into it at regular intervals. At the neck was a
2-inch white lace collar and it had short puffy cap sleeves
that were made of sheer white chiffon with a lace ruffle at
the bottom. The lace ruffle of the sleeves had elastic sewn
into it to tightly grip a young girl’s forearms and
maintain the puffy appearance of the sleeves and each was
accented with a large baby blue satin bow.

The short white satin skirt of the dress flared out
immediately from the bodice high up on the waist and would
form a satin cloud around the wearer when flounced out by
the multiple layers of lacy crinoline beneath. Accenting
the dress at the waist was a wide baby blue satin sash that
would be tied into a huge bow in the back. Around the
bottom the satin and lace of the dresses skirt was gathered
at regular intervals around the hem with matching baby blue
satin bows sewn at the top of each gather and this gave the
dress a pretty scalloped. The over all effect was the kind
of over the top, elaborately feminine outfit that you might
dress a cherished doll in.

The boy felt his face burning as he looked at the ultra
feminine dress that his Mistress held before him. She
quickly removed the crinoline slip from its padded hanger
and with her daughter’s help slipped it over the Sissy-
boy’s head. Cammy was now totally resigned to his Sissy
fate and passively submitted while his Mistress and her
daughter dressed him.

As the feminine undergarment floated down over his head, he
had the sensation of being enveloped in a delicately
perfumed lace cloud as the women quickly settled the
crinolines around his hips and zipped him up. Jacqueline
fussed over him as she gently flounced out the multiple
layers of the slip to ensure he had the proper frou-frou
look once he had the dress on.

Once Mistress Amber was satisfied the boy was properly
primped she removed the beautiful white satin creation from
its hanger and unzipped the back. Cammy started to tremble
as his Mistress and Jacqueline pulled the communion dress
over his head, guiding his arms through the
sheer puffy sleeves until it was settled on him. Jacqueline
giggled like a schoolgirl as she straightened the skirt of
the dress over the full puffy crinolines the boy wore; lacy
edges of the feminine undergarment peeking out where the
skirt gathered around the hem.

Mistress Amber adjusted the puffy cap sleeves at his
shoulders and smoothed out the fit of the dress on the boy
making sure it suited his figure.

“Now you are starting to look like a proper Sissy-boy
Tammy,” she said as she pulled up the zipper in the back
and fastened a cleaver little lock at the top. Amber had
added the device yesterday when she had come up with her
plan to feminize the boy. Couldn’t have him undressing
without her permission.

Cammy had heard the little ‘click’ at the back of his neck
as his Mistress had secured him into his sissy outfit.
Alarmed, he reached back to feel the small device and his
Mistress said, “Don’t worry
Tammy, just a little precaution. Now, let’s seeÉyou still
need a few more feminine touches.”

His Mistress went back to the closet and returned carrying
a pair of the now familiar black paten Mary Jane shoes and
from her daughter’s dresser she retrieved a pair of short
lace frilled socks.

“Sit down on the edge of the bed Tammy,” she ordered.

“Yes Mistress Amber.” the boy replied properly, and in a
rustle of crinoline and the whisper of satin he perched
himself on the edge of Jacqueline’s bed.

Cammy watched in surprise as the skirts floated up around
him, threatening to envelop him in a satin and lace cloud.
Jacqueline was watching the expression on his face and
said, “You like your pretty lacy dress don’t you Sissy?”

The boy dropped his eyes in embarrassment and replied, “Yes
Miss,” as he had been instructed.

Mistress Amber smiled at the boy’s obedient and
increasingly submissive behavior as she took him by the
ankle and slipped the ruffled socks on over the nylons on
his feet. The little girl socks had a blue lace ruffle
around the ankle and a large baby-blue satin bow on the
back that matched his outfit perfectly. The she slipped his
feet into the black paten shoes and fastened the strap. The
boy was now dressed head to toe in frilly lace and
lingerie.

Mistress Amber pulled the boy to his feet and admired their
transformation. Cammy was now styled as the picture perfect
little Sissy princess. She could hardly wait to see the
boy’s expression when he saw himself in the mirror, but
there was one more yet to be done before the boy’s
feminization was complete.

“Wait right here girls I’ll be back in a moment and
Jacqueline make sure our Sissy stays away from the mirror
until I return.”

“Yes Mommy,” the girl replied.

His Mistress left the room leaving Cammy standing awkwardly
by the bed while Jacqueline stood with her arms crossed
watching him. She returned a few moments later carrying a
curly blond wig on a foam head form.

Amber had purchased the wig years before and it had been a
favorite with her husband when they had played their own
dress-up games. She had taken great care the night before
to style the shoulder length hair of the blond wig into a
mass of big looping curls similar to the style that Shirley
Temple use to wear in her old movies. It just wouldn’t do
for Jacqueline’s new Sissy sister to have a boy’s plain
short hair.

“Jacqueline, seat little Sissy Tammy over at your vanity
will you.” She instructed.

“Yes Mommy, come along Tammy,” the girl ordered, taking the
sissy-boy by the hand and leading him over to the stool.
Cammy looked down at the surface of the vanity and saw a
number of cosmetics and beauty tools had been set out for
use in advance. Jacqueline sat him down facing away from
the mirror and his Mistress moved up beside and tilted his
head up with her hand. Amber first took a pair of tweezers
to the boy’s un-kept eyebrows. She wasn’t going to tweeze
them as much as she would like, Amber would have preferred
the sissy to have pencil thin eyebrows which she found much
more feminine and alluring, but small steps were better at
first.

Instead she opted to groom them just a bit to give them
some feminine shape, which for the moment would be less
obvious and easier to maintain. As time went on her plan
was to slowly transform her sissy to the proper feminine
degree, as anything more dramatic would immediately be
brought into question. After all he wasn’t hers, Cammy
still had to go home to his parents at some point.

Next she took an eyelash curler and used it on both of his
lashes. One of Tammy’s more feminine attributes was that he
already possessed very long beautiful lashes; she would
just work to enhance that. Little by little she used blush,
liquid eyeliner, mascara and pale blue eye shadow to
totally make the boy over to the image of a pretty young
girl. She had to admit that the boy’s naturally full
pouting lips looked especially sweet in the pretty shade of
pink lipstick she had chosen for him.

As the final touch in his makeover Amber fitted the wig to
Cammy’s head careful to coiffure the big blond ringlets so
that they perfectly framed his angelic face. Amber took a
baby blue ribbon from the top of the vanity and gathering
the mass of curls into it she tied a big bow on the top of
his head and pinned it in place.

“There all done,” Mistress Amber announced. “Come over here
to the mirror Sissy boy and see your transformation.”

She and Jacqueline each took him by the hand and lead the
boy over to the full-length mirror hanging from the closet
door. Cammy looked at his reflection in the mirror and his
jaw dropped in amazement! If he didn’t already know he was
a boy, he was sure no one would have been able to tell,
that under that mass of blond curls it wasn’t a pretty pre-
teen girl rather than a panty-clad Sissy-boy.

The satin dress he wore looked a little short on him with
the frou-frou skirt ending about even with his crotch. The
dress did little to hide the feminine under-things the boy
wore beneath, but that was Mistress Ambers idea. Even
standing still everyone would still be able to clearly see
the lacy mass of crinolines that puffed out his skirt.
Sissy Tammy’s face burned with shame as he saw the tops of
the white stockings he wore were clearly visible just an
inch or two below the frilly hemline. The feminine baby
blue bows at the end of each of his long frilly garters
were prominently displayed for anyone to see. The boy felt
sick as he took in his reflection because from head to toe,
he was festooned in satin and lace.

“Turn around for us Sissy and bend over a little,” his
Mistress ordered.

Cammy did as he was told and daintily holding the hem of
his skirt he watched his reflection as he turned and bent
slightly forward. As he did so, the short skirts of his
little girl dress stiffly rode up exposing the little girl
panties he wore beneath. Cammy stared at the multiple rows
of frilly lace across the rear of his undies and the big
baby satin bow perched right in the middle of his bum and
he felt sick. He had never been so humiliated in his life!
He was totally mortified at having been turned into this
ultra-feminine display of lace, ribbon and lingerie at the
hands of his playmate and her mother. What made this even
worse was that he had willingly allowed them to enslave and
degrade him in such a way.

“This will have to do for the time being, we’ll explore
some of the more feminine arts later Tammy,” Mrs. Taylor
said. “You’ll need further Sissy training on how to
properly applying your make-up and doing your nails, but
for the moment you can accompany me while Jacqueline
prepares herself.” Mrs. Taylor said.

“Yes Mistress,” the boy replied. Cammy took one last look
at his himself and followed his new Mistress down the hall
to her room.

During his visits to play with Jacqueline Cammy had never
been in Mrs. Taylor’s room because it had always been off
limits to them. Now, as he followed her into the master
bedroom for the first time, he looked around to take in his
surroundings. The first thing that struck him was a huge 4-
posted king size bed, topped with a lace trimmed white
satin canopy, which dominated the whole room. Besides the
bed, there was a large 3-mirror vanity in the corner with
numerous beauty products s**ttered across its polished
glass surface, and a large armoire in the corner. The room
was decorated in a tasteful and feminine style, but not as
to be overpoweringly so.

“Sit here on the edge of the bed Sissy and don’t move,”
Mrs. Taylor commanded pointing to where he should sit.
Cammy hurried over and perched himself on the edge, the
skirts of his dress puffing out around him. “I’m going to
bathe, and when I return you will assist me in dressing.
From now on, this is one of the duties you will perform for
my daughter and me. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress,” the boy replied on queue.

Mrs. Taylor went to the armoire in the corner and swung
open the carved wooden doors. Cammy could see it had
several large drawers to one side and a section for hanging
a small number of items on the other. As he watched she
removed the short pink baby doll jacket she wore and let it
fall to a sheer lacy pile at her feet. It was quickly
followed by the short pink nightie and Cammy’s mouth fell
open as she bent slightly and slipped her lacy pink panties
down her shapely legs and daintily stepped out of them.

Cammy stared at her naked rear as she searched through the
items hanging to one side and then removed a sheer full-
length black dressing gown from a padded hanger and slipped
it on. Tying the black satin sash at the waist she turned
and came back over to where her Sissy was perched on the
end of the bed. Cammy could see her large firm breasts
outlined through the translucent black material of the gown
and her large nipples strained against the flimsy material.

“Pick those up Sissy and put them in the hamper,” she said
with a wave of her hand. “I’m going to bathe and when I
return I want to see you sitting right back where I left
you. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress,” the boy said, scurrying over to gather up
his Mistresses discarded pile of lingerie. Mrs. Taylor
strode from the room a grin on her face.

Cammy picked up the jacket and nightie, his Mistresses
perfume wafting through the air as he disturbed the silken
pile, then he picked up her lacy pink panties and was
overcome with a sudden urge to put them to his nose. As the
Sissy brought them to his face he could feel the sheer pink
undies were still warm from her body heat and he could
smell her delicate musk coming from the crotch. The sissy-
boy felt his teenage penis start to harden inside the lacy
confines of his Sissy panties.

Holding his Mistresses sheer undies to his face with one
hand, his other slipped under his own lacy skirts to stroke
his growing hard-on through the front of his panties. Cammy
was feeling over whelmed by all the sheer nylon and lace
that he had been made to wear, the erotic smell of the
still warm undies and the excitement of being feminized and
humiliated by his playmate and her mother. He was just
moments away from orgasm when he heard someone moving
around down the hall and in a panic he quickly ran over to
the laundry hamper and stuffed his Mistresses lingerie
inside, then he ran back to sit on the edge of the bed once
more. His heart pounding, he could feel his Sissy cock
strain against its silky nylon prison, begging for relief,
but fortunately the full skirts of his dress hid that.

Cammy sat anxiously on the edge of the bed for almost a
half an hour waiting for his Mistress to return for her
bath. Every once in a while he would shift position to ease
the ache of his still hard penis as it strained against the
delicate nylon of his white lace sissy panties. The boy was
in a constant state of arousal now; seduced by the all the
pretty feminine lingerie the women had dressed him in and
in and in anticipation of seeing his new Mistress nude once
more.

Even though he was only thirteen, Cammy had been sexually
active for almost a year now; in so much as he had been
masturbating himself. A couple of times when he had been
playing with Jacqueline he had been tempted to try and
‘touch’ her but had been too shy to try. In an attempt to
ease his growing sexual tension he had started borrowing
some of his mother’s panties and masturbated into those. He
loved the soft sensual feel of the cool nylon against his
penis and the pilfered undies helped to satisfy his growing
erotic needs, but his mother didn’t have anything like the
panties that Mrs. Taylor and Jacqueline had dressed him in.
As he sat thinking these perverse thoughts, his Mistress
re-entered the room from her bath.

“Very good Tammy! It’s gratifying to see that you do as
you’re told.” Cammy blushed at the slight praise from his
Mistress. “Did you give my panties a good sniff Sissy?” The
boy’s face turned bright red and he hung his head in shame.
How did she find out? Had she been watching him?

Amber had started the water for her bath and had come back
to make sure the boy had followed her orders when she had
spied the Sissy with his face buried in the crotch of her
still warm undies. The 12-year-old was a constant source of
surprise to her. Not only was he easily manipulated and
feminized, he was also highly submissive and full of
perverse little traits, like panty sniffing and
masturbation while wearing panties. It was all too, too
delightful!

“WellÉ” Mrs. Taylor asked again. “Yes Mistress.” She could
hear the tremor in the boy’s voice as he answered. Cammy
had never done anything like this before, and it made it
even worse to be caught at it by his playmate’s mother. The
boy’s mind was a whirl of confusion but even in the midst
of this new humiliation his penis throbbed in his Sissy
panties as he looked up at Mrs. Taylor.

Her long black hair was still damp from her bath and she
had combed it straight back from her face. Moisture still
clinging to her body had molded the sheer black dressing
gown to her curvaceous body in all the right places,
especially over her breasts. The twin mounds could be seen
clearly now as well as her dark brown areola and large
rubbery nipples. She could see the Sissy boy gawking and
smiled.

“Well I suppose it was to be expected from a weak panty
slave such as yourself.” She said, “Stand up Sissy and bend
over the edge of my bed.” She commanded. Cammy did as he
was told confused by the request, but now he had become too
submissive to question his new Mistresss orders. As he
bent over the white satin comforter covering the bed, the
multiple
layers of lace under his skirt rode up to expose the frills
across his pantied rear.

Mrs. Taylor stepped over to the armoire and retrieved a 3-
foot bamboo cane that was hidden inside. She came up behind
the unsuspecting Sissy and in one smooth motion she swung
hard, THWACK laying the switch across the exposed flesh
between the tops of the boy’s nylons and his frilly
panties.

“AHHHHHH!” the Sissy boy let out high pitch scream just
like a girl and jumped up. Tears welled in his eyes as he
frantically rubbed the soft flesh of his thighs where the
switch had bit him. At the sound of the scream Jacqueline
came running down the hall from her room to find her Sissy
boy playmate standing by the bed rubbing his rear.

“OWWW! Why did you do that?” the boy whined.

“Jacqueline come here to me,” her mother ordered. Tears
streamed down the boy’s face as the girl came over to stand
by her mother. “I am your Mistress, never question my
actions! Is that understood?”

“Yes Mistress,” the boy answered sullenly as he continued
to rub the backs of his thighs.

“Jacqueline I want you to know what a perverted little
Sissy Tammy has turned out to be! Just a short time ago I
caught him sniffing my panties after I had ordered him to
gather up my things and place them in the hamper!” A look
of surprise spread across the girl’s face and then she
started laughing and pointed at Cammy saying, “You were
sniffing mommy’s panties! YUCK-O! Have you been sniffing my
panties too?”

The boy hung his head in shame and mumbled, “No Miss. It
was only just this once honest!”

“Remember this Jacqueline,” her mother said. “You will
always have to keep an eye on Sissy Tammy whenever he is
around. He can’t be trusted to behave, and that is why you
got the whip Sissy! Now say you’re sorry!”

“I’m sorry Mistress.” The boy said.

As Cammy was rubbing his legs he had unknowingly been
lifting his skirts ever so slightly and when he did it
again Jacqueline pointed and yelled out, “Look Mommy!” She
lifted the front of the boy’s skirts exposing the tented
out front of his panties for his Mistress to see. “Look
Mommy his thing is hard again!” Cammy blushed deep red
again as both of them laughed at the site of the Sissy
boy’s hard penis inside the lacy panties.

“Well, well! Seems our little Sissy girl enjoys the
humiliation that comes with being our little panty slave
Jacqueline! Don’t worry Tammy, we’ll make sure the fun
never ends for you!”

A sudden chill ran through Cammy when he heard this
statement. He was starting to feel very uneasy about the
way their game of dress-up developed. Sure, he had
willingly let Jacqueline and her mother feminize him, and
he had basically submitted to Mrs. Taylor’s superiority and
given her dominance over him, but he was a young and naive
boy not prepared emotionally for the demands his new
Mistresses would make on him.

He had only agreed with Mrs. Taylor’s terms because he
found it so arousing to wear panties and pretty satin
dresses and she would have put a stop to that if he had
balked at her terms. Now he was trapped in this
subservient, feminine role until it was time for him to go
home. He hoped the time passed quickly!

“Sit down on the bed Jacqueline while I instruct Tammy on
how to properly assist a woman in dressing,” Mrs. Taylor
instructed her prissy daughter.

“Yes Mommy,” the girl replied as she perched herself on the
edge of the bed, the skirts of her pink dress puffing out
around her. Jacqueline crossed her legs and folder hands in
her lap in true lady like fashion and sat back to watch her
mother’s continuing humiliation of her Sissy-boy playmate.

“Come with me Tammy,” his Mistress ordered as she led the
way to her armoire. She started opening drawers and
withdrawing intimate items, handing them back to her
waiting panty slave. First there was a sheer black lace
circle stitch bullet bra, the kind that gave women that
beautiful pointed chest look so popular with sweater girls
during the 50’s and 60’s. Next his Mistress handed him wide
style black lace garterbelt with 6 frilly garters suspended
from it.

The flowery lace on the front panel matched the lace of bra
and each frilly garter was accented with a large black
satin bow and a length of ribbon to hide the tabs at the
ends. To go with this she also passed him a pair of silky
black full fashion nylons with a seam up the back and re-
enforced Cuban heel and finally from the top drawer she
handed him a pair frilly black lace panties in a full brief
style.

Cammy lingered over the panties running the buttery soft
nylon between his fingers and admiring the lace and ribbon
detailing that made up the feminine undergarment. The
panties were at least 12 inches at the side seam making
them high waisted with a wide, double nylon mushroom crotch
that was popular in panty fashions during that era.
Starting at the gusset in the front and running all around
the leg openings was loads of black flowery scalloped and
ruffled lace. Again black satin bows had been added as
accents at both the hips and in the center of the waist and
the elastic waistband featured fancy intricate pleats and
gathers. It was a sexy feminine undergarment that any woman
would love to include in her lingerie selection and that
the panty boy lusted to wear.

Mrs. Taylor smiled as she watched the Sissy boy fondle her
sexy panties knowing full well what he was thinking. Cammy
blushed hotly when he looked up to see his Mistress staring
at him as he absent mindedly continued to play with her
undies. She brushed past him effecting not to notice his
perverse actions, a knowing smirk on her face and stood
waiting for him beside her daughter near the bed. Cammy
followed her red faced with embarrassment at again being
caught fixated on women’s lingerie in front of his
beautiful Mistress and her daughter. Then Mrs. Taylor did
something quite unexpected she removed her sheer dressing
robe and tossed it on the bed.

She stood there calmly hands on her hips as Cammy drank in
her curvaceous 38DD-24-36 figure. Her breasts were large,
round and firm standing out proudly and her waist was tiny
but as his eyes traveled lower his mouth fell open in
surprise. Mrs. Taylor was completely hairless between the
legs! Cammy had seen Jacqueline’s small hairless slit when
she had changed, but it was quite different to see the same
thing on her beautiful mature mother! Her smooth hairless
mound had a deep clef that looked puffy and glistened with
moisture.

“Place my under-things there on the bed Sissy and we’ll
start with my garterbelt.” Cammy did as instructed and
picking up the wide, lacy garterbelt he moved in behind his
nude Mistress. Cammy was trembling as Mrs. Taylor held her
arms out inviting the boy to wrap the feminine undergarment
around her narrow waist. As his arms encircled her, the boy
could feel his Mistresses body heat as he drew the
garterbelt around her and fastened the hook and eye
closures.

“Next the nylons Sissy and be sure to roll them as
instructed. And if you put any snags in themÉ”

“Yes Mistress,” the boy replied, thoroughly cowed by the
veiled threat.

Cammy picked up the first of the nylons and carefully
rolled it, as he had been shown. He went to hand it to his
Mistress, but she just looked at the offered nylon and
said, “Kneel.”

Cammy did as he was told as his Mistress placed her foot on
the boy’s knee pointing her toe. The Sissy boy knew what
was expected and carefully rolled the nylon up her shapely
leg, his eyes continuously straying to her cleft of her
bald mound, now only inches away from his face.

His hands were shaking as he finished fastening the first
three garter tabs to the tops of her stockings, his hands
in close proximity to her hairless mound. This was repeated
with the second nylon until the silky stockings were
properly smoothed and fastened in place to his Mistresss
satisfaction.

Amber looked down in amusement as she watched the sissy-
boys hands shake as he worked to dress her. She could see
the young boys eyes constantly dart back to the cleft of
her hairless crotch in curiosity, and for her part she was
completely aroused by their submission game and her juices
were now flowing freely.

When he finished fastening the last garter to the top her
silky black stocking he remained on his knees before her,
face level with her crotch, awaiting her next instruction.
ÒTime to put this boys talents to the test,Ó she thought
to herself.

ÒYou seem to be overly curious at to what lies between my
legs Sissy?Ó She asked.

Cammy dropped his eyes in fear, not sure if he had offended
his Mistress by staring at her hairless slit.

ÒYes MistressÉsorry MistressÉI didnt mean to be rude.Ó He
stammered out.

ÒThats alright little girl,Ó she replied the tone of her
voice turning husky. ÒI think you should have a closer
look, after all were all girls here, arent we Sissy?Ó

Cammy looked up when he heard the curious tone in her
voice. ÒYes Mistress Amber.Ó He replied.

Amber lifted her left leg placing it on the edge of the bed
next to where Jacqueline sat, in effect spreading her
crotch wide before the kneeling sissy-boy. Cammys eyes
went wide as he watched his Mistresss flower open before
him and she placed a hand on the back of his head urging
him forward. As Cammy was drawn to the open hairless cleft
he caught a whiff of his Mistresss heady musk and his
sissy pecker jumped in his lacy panties.

ÒThats it Sissy,Ó she cooed as she drew his head closer.

The sissy-boy could see the moisture on the lips of her
smooth snatch and the swollen pink nub of her clit poked
out from beneath its hood. For some reason Cammy had an
overwhelming urge to lick that little nub and his tongue
flicked out to taste it.

ÒOooooh yesss! Thats a gooood Sissy!Ó His Mistress
exclaimed pushing his head deeper into her crotch. ÒGently
now, I want you to lick the entire length of my slit, then
flick your tongue over my clit.Ó

Cammy kept his tongue buried in his Mistresss smooth
snatch, but nodded his head in acknowledgement. He did as
he was told, licking and slurping at his Mistresss snatch,
flicking his tongue at her clit as he finished each long
lap at her pussy. Amber ground her crotch into the
feminized boys upturned face covering the boy in her
juices.

ÒOH GOD, THATS GOOD YOU SISSY BITCH! YESSS KEEP IT
GOINGÉNOW CONCENTRATE ON MY CLIT! OOOOOOH!Ó Amber moaned
out in ecstasy.

Jacqueline watched spellbound as her mother used their new
sissy-boy panty slave to pleasure herself. The girls own
little pussy was tingling wildly at the lewd spectacle
before her and she climbed up onto the bed, and pulling the
full skirt of her pink dress up, she slipped her hand down
the front of her own lacy pink panties. Jacqueline was
panting as her middle finger found her own little love
button and started to frantically rub it, trying to relieve
the itch between her legs.

Cammy could see his playmate on the bed, skirt up, legs
apart, her hand moving under the pink lace rimmed gusset of
her panties. Her rude display really turned the sissy-boy
on and urged him to new heights as he sucked frantically at
his Mistresss swollen clit.

Amber was also watching her daughter masturbate on the bed.
She had encouraged her daughter to freely express her
sexuality ever since she had approached her with questions
about sex at the age of 10. Jacqueline was maturing
rapidly, a trait common with women on her side of the
family and her daughter was no exception. She herself had
experienced her first period when she was only 10 and
Jacqueline had hers shortly after her eleventh birthday.

One thing Amber knew about her daughter saw that she was an
incorrigible flirt and promiscuous as well. In the past she
had caught her flirting shamelessly with her boy friends
when she wasnt around and she knew for certain that her
daughter had entertained a couple of her former boy friends
in her bedroom at night when they had thought she was
asleep. She could just imagine what her dirty little girl
had been up to.

Her rude thoughts coupled with the sissy-boys talented
mouth soon pushed her over the edge and she buried the boys
upturned face into her wet snatch holding his head there
firmly with both her hands. Mistress Amber screamed as she
let her orgasm go into the boys hot mouth.

ÒYEESSSSSS GOOD GIRL! AHHHHH!Ó She moaned her juices
flowing into the sissy-boys mouth.

Cammy could taste his Mistresss cum flow into his mouth
and he worked hard to lap it up until her orgasm had
relented. Finally she released his head and he fell back
onto the floor panting from the lack of air. His Mistress
had been holding his head to her pussy so tight at the end
it was difficult to breathe.

Jacqueline sat up on the bed when she heard her mother
finish, her hand still down the front of her panties and
embedded in her own tight slit.

ÒMommmmmy, you finished before I did!Ó She moaned. ÒThats
not fair!Ó

Amber saw that she would have to share her sissy slave to
deal with her daughters own selfish appetites.

Mistress Amber looked down at Cammy as he sat massaging his
jaw after his first hard session of licking his new
Mistresss pussy.

ÒSissy, attend to my daughter.Ó She ordered. ÒI want you to
lick her until I return, and make sure she has a proper
cum, understood?Ó

ÒYes Mistress Amber. Thank you Mistress Amber.Ó The boy
replied obediently.

Amber left the room to go clean herself up and as she left
she heard her daughter give a gleeful Ôwhoop and hop off
the bed. Jacqueline wasted no time and reaching under he
own full skirt, she pulled her lacy panties down around her
ankles and stepped out of them.

The girl stood over her feminized playmate and said, ÒPick
up my panties sissy-boy!Ó

ÒYes Miss,Ó Cammy answered completely subservient to his
younger playmate.

Cammy picked up the girls panties where she had left them
on the floor. He could feel they were still warm from her
body heat and the crotch was soaked with her juices.

ÒPut my panties over your face panty slave and sniff them,
just like you did my mothers!Ó

ÒYes Miss,Ó the boy replied, and taking the dainty pink
lace panties by the waistband he pulled them over his head,
the damp crotch covering his nose. Cammy peered out at his
playmate through the lace rimmed leg opening, breathing
deeply and taking in Jacquelines sweet musk. His sissy
cock was throbbing inside his own lacy panties and he
watched as the girl climbed back onto her mothers bed and
leaning back on her elbows she bent her legs at the knees
and spread them wide.

Cammy was greeted with his first full, unobstructed view of
Jacquelines sweet hairless slit. Her love button was pink
and swollen, sticking out prominently at the top of her
pussy lips and she was very wet!

ÒCome here Panty Slave and lick my cunt, and dont stop
until I tell you to!Ó She ordered.

Her mother hated that term preferring something a little
more genteel like Ôpussy but Jacqueline loved the word
Ôcunt because it made her feel dirty and slutty. She also
loved using the term Panty Slave to call Cammy, because she
knew it bothered him and it was the perfect degrading term
for the feminized boy.

Cammy eagerly leaned forward to lick his younger playmates
pussy and he went to remove her pink panties from his head.

ÒI didnt say you could remove my undies from your head
Panty Slave, leave them on!Ó She ordered.

ÒYes Miss Jacqueline,Ó he replied obediently. Cammy pulled
the damp gusset aside and leaned in close again between his
playmates wide spread legs. The sissy-boy stuck out his
fat tongue and licked Jacquelines sweet pussy from rosebud
to clit and then sucked on her swollen little bud.

ÒOooooohÉyes, thats itÉÓ she moaned out and she grabbed
the sissy boy by the back of the head holding his face to
her slick hairless slit. Cammy licked her sweet little
pussy drinking in her juices and jabbing is fat tongue into
her tight hole. While he licked he slipped his hand under
the hem of his dress, grabbing his swollen pole and
stroking it through the buttery soft nylon of his white
rumba panties.

Even though he had never done it before, Cammy was a
natural at eating pussy and soon he had Jacqueline
withering around on the bed in ecstasy. He reamed her tight
little rosebud, he jammed his tongue into her tight pussy
hole, and he sucked and nibbled on her love button until
finally Jacqueline gushed cum into his waiting mouth. With
her release Cammy also came for the first time feminized as
a pretty young girl, shooting hot goo all down the front of
Jacquelines lacy panties, messing them completely.
ÒUghhhhhh GOD! That was great Tammy!Ó The girl exclaimed
after her orgasm subsided. She sat up and pulling her
discarded panties off his head she took his head in both
hands and kissed him. Cammy felt her hot little tongue dart
into is mouth and he jumped back in surprise.

ÒWhats the matter?Ó She asked, surprised that he had
pulled away.

ÒWhy did you stick your tongue in my mouth?Ó The innocent
sissy-boy asked. He had never kissed a girl before let
alone had one stick her tongue in his mouth.

Jacqueline laughed when she heard that. ÒHavent you ever
been French kissed before?Ó

Cammy blushed, ÒNot for a while,Ó he lied. Actually it was
more like never.

ÒWell come here and let me refresh your memory.Ó She said.

When their lips met again, Cammy opened his mouth and the
girl once again pushed her tongue into his mouth. This time
the sissy-boy intertwined his own tongue with his young
playmate in a passionate kiss. Cammy didnt know where
Jacqueline had learned all this stuff but he was glad one
of them was experienced. He didnt know that his playmate
had experience at this and a whole lot more, learned at the
hands of some of her mothers ex-lovers, but he would
eventually experience all that she knew and more.

Just then Mistress Amber re-entered the bedroom. She had
stayed away to give the two playmates more time to become
Ôintimately acquainted and for her daughter to have a good
cum. She had seen Cammys busy hands at work under his
skirts and was sure what had taken place. Good, it would
help with the transition to the next level of his training.

She strode over to the two of them, a statuesque vision
with her large 38 DD breasts standing out proudly as she
walked. She went straight over to Cammy and said, ÒLift
your dress for me sissy.Ó

Cammy did as instructed and gathered the multiple layers of
crinoline and satin in his arms and lifted them up.
Mistress Amber put her hand on the front of white lace
rumba panties directly over his shriveled sissy cock and
then withdrew it rubbing her fingers together. Suddenly her
hand darted out dealing the feminized boy a hard, open
handed slap to the face.

ÒYou little cunt!Ó She said, in a low menacing tone. ÒI
told you not to cum unless I gave you expressed
permission.Ó Cammy recoiled in fear and surprise at the
sudden blow.

ÒYes MistressÉsorry Mistress.Ó He stammered out.

Mistress Amber held up a hand, cutting off any further
protest. ÒTurn around and lean over the bed.Ó She ordered.

Cammy knew what was coming and whined, ÒNoooo, not that
Mistress? Im sorryÉreally! Not that, pleeease?Ó

Mistress Ambers face remained stern, and all she did in
response was twirl her finger, indicating that the sissy
should turn around and lean over the bed. Reluctantly Cammy
did as instructed and as he bent over the edge of the bed
his skirts again rode up, exposing his lace frilled rear
and the tops of his shapely nylon covered legs.

Mistress Amber retrieved her long bamboo switch from the
armour and flexed it as she took up position behind her
panty slave. She drew back and in one smooth motion she
swung hard, again catching the feminized boy across the
soft exposed flesh of his thighs just above the tops of his
nylons. He let out a high pitched screech in response, just
like a girl and his hands started furiously rubbing the
backs of his thighs trying to relieve the sting.
ÒWhat do you say Sissy?Ó She asked

Even though it stung like hell, Cammy knew the proper
response. ÒThank you Mistress.Ó He said between clinched
teeth.

Mistress Amber nodded her head in response; lesson learned
for the moment, time to get dressed. “My panties next
Sissy,” Mistress Amber ordered the boy. Cammy stopped
rubbing his thighs and picked up the silky black briefs
from the lacy pile on the bed and kneeling before his
Mistress, he spread the waistband open with his fingers and
held them out for her to slip on.

ÒHold it there for a moment Sissy! Jacqueline put your
panties back on and go and fetch my camera, I want a
picture of this.Ó

Cammy looked up into his Mistresss face, his eyes
pleading, ÒPlease Mistress no picturesÉI beg you?

Mistress Amber merely waved her new panty slaves worries
aside. ÒNonsense Sissy, we need to start properly
chronicling your transformation and submission. I should
have started taking pictures earlier but from now on were
going to capture every degrading moment on film.Ó

Cammy got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. If
anyone ever saw those pictures there would be no end to his
humiliation, and he knew that Jacqueline would lord those
pictures over him for the rest of his life.

Jacqueline watched what had transpired without uttering a
word, she knew better than to interfere with her mother,
but she was more than happy to participate in further
humiliation of her playmate. With the swish of her skirts
the excited girl jumped off the bed and quickly pulled her
discarded pink panties back on. She hurried out of the
room, but quickly came rushing back in carrying her
mothers Polaroid camera.

ÒTake your time dear and line up the pictures properly,Ó
his Mistress advised Jacqueline. Soon he heard the ÔCLICK
CLICK of the camera as his playmate circled around them
snapping shots of the sissy-boy being subservient to his
Mistress.

ÒTurn and face the camera Sissy and smile prettily for
Jacqueline,Ó she ordered. Cammy put a forced smile on his
face and reluctantly turned to face the camera. Jacqueline
took a step back to make sure that she got her sissy
playmates full body in the centered in the picture and that
you could clearly see that it was him holding up a pair of
lacy black panties before her mother.

After snapping a couple of more shots, Mistress Amber was
apparently satisfied with the level of humiliation imposed
on the new panty slave and waved for her daughter to stop.
She motioned for Cammy to properly suspend the offered
black lace panties before her and stepped into them. Cammy
quickly pulled them up into place, settling the around his
Mistresss trim 24-inch waist. Finally he picked up the
black lace bra from the bed and holding it up by the straps
before his Mistress, he helped slide it up her arms and the
moved around behind her to fasten the back.

Once she had the bra comfortably adjusted she turned to
Cammy and said, ÒGo fetch my black 6-inch pumps from the
closet Sissy,Ó she ordered.

ÒYes Mistress,Ó the boy replied and hurried to do her
bidding.

Mistress Amber sat down on the edge of the bed and turned
to her daughter. ÒI think its time our sissy took a trip
to the attic Jacqueline,Ó she said in an off handed tone.

Jacqueline knew what that meant, having been there herself
a couple of times and a malicious grim spread across her
face. ÒExcellent idea Mommy,Ó she said, happy that it
wasnt her that was making the trip upstairs.

Cammy returned a moment later with the required shoes and
knelt before his Mistress to assist her inputting the on.
He placed them on each foot in turn doing up the delicate
buckles of each strap and then waited on his knees before
his Mistress, waiting for her next command. Mistress Amber
stood up and started to walk out of the room, when she
casually said over her shoulder, ÒFollow me girls.Ó

Cammy obediently fell into place behind Jacqueline and his
Mistress as she led the way down the hall toward a closed
door at the end. If Cammy knew what lay beyond that door he
would have run away, feminized or not, but it was too late
now.