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Subject: TG: The Adventures of Ronnie Hammer by ronnie, herself... (1/3)
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Hi.
Ronnie had stolen the outfit of one of the cheerleaders, that was
his mistake. He'd better didn't do that. So his favor for girls
clothes got known to her.
As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.
Enjoy the story.
Ciao
Nostrumo
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The Adventures Of Ronnie
Hammer
by ronnie, herself...
When I was 17, fresh out of high school, with the whole summer
ahead of me before classes started at college, I really didn't
know where to go; my parents were traveling west for 2 months,
and it seemed weird around my house. You see, my two older
sisters were married off within a year of each other, and that
left me, the "baby", all alone for practically the entire
summer. Well, I decided to enter school early to get a head
start on some credit hours. Most people weren't at school over
the summer, so I was offered a double dorm room for myself at
the single rate, and immediately accepted, knowing full well
that my collection of girl's & women's clothing that I'd been
so discrete with at home would be free to enjoy in my own
private room, and would thus grow in size, as I acquired new
items.
I had been dressing in one capacity or another since 5th grade;
I was caught on occasion with my mother's or my sisters panties
hidden in my drawers (*wink*). Mom wanted to send me to see a
psychiatrist to straighten out my "problem", but I had her
convinced that I no longer dressed by the time I was 16.
Little did my family know that I had amassed a small collection
of panties & slips in the crawl space under our house, items
which belonged to my mother and my sisters which I cherished
dearly.
As I unpacked the suitcases in my new found privacy, I
carefully folded each pair of panties and placed them neatly in
the top drawer of my dresser. my collection contained nearly a
dozen pairs, all belonging to family members. Also in my
collection was a sweater and a very short skirt which belonged
to Cindy. Cindy was captain of the cheerleading squad at my
high school, and a year older than myself. Folding up the
short red wool skirt with black & white pleats (my school
colors) the warmth in my groin grew as I thought of the days in
high school as a junior, playing trombone in the marching band.
I looked forward to each Saturday in the fall as the band would
march from the gymnasium to the stadium, preceded by the
cheerleaders. As a trombonist, I was in the first row, right
behind Cindy. I could barely play the notes as I was
constantly thinking of how I could achieve a better look of
Cindy's fleshy, round, but firm thighs under that skirt. Just
as much, I had to have that skirt. I had vivid fantasies of
being part of Cindy's squad, as a "cheerleader in training".
Cindy was semi-buxom, with a large round bottom that flared
from her waist like a lovely black widow's abdomen, and nicely
shaped breasts which stood up like two lovely friends standing
at attention and pressing tightly in her cheerleading sweater.
Along with her vivacious, flirty personality, Cindy was easy to
imagine as a dominant figure in my fantasies, teaching me the
fine art of femininity, even though she was but 5 foot 4.
Cindy's best friend was named Buffy. Buffy was on the squad,
too, but no one knew how she got there: Buffy, too, was about
5' 4'', but she had to weigh about 170 lbs, whereas Cindy was
about a pleasantly buxom 140. Everyone made fun of Buffy, and
rumors flew about Buffy having to literally kiss Cindy's ass to
get on the squad. You know how those rumors fly...
Anyway, I knew Cindy was graduating my senior year and going to
college, and I had to have something to remember her by -- I
HAD to have that cheerleading outfit!
I carefully swiped the darling sweater and wool skirt after a
pep rally one evening in the band's storage room with no one
looking.
A scandal ensued about the missing outfit, but it was soon
replaced with a brand new one.
Cindy was very angry - I remember her anger, and I felt sorry
for her. I wanted to tell Her that I just wanted to wear it
once and then return it, but of course that was not possible;
it was now my outfit. i realized through her anger also, that
she is a very dominant girl who gets VERY upset when things
aren't going her way.
Anyway, this became my favorite item of clothing, and I wore it
whenever I had a chance, even staying home "sick" from school
during my senior year to have a dressing fest, complete with
rented videotapes of she-males being dominated by mistresses.
I would get up on my bed in my mothers pink satin briefs and
Cindy's outfit and jump off in front of the mirror, just to see
my skirt blow up, revealing the feminizing panties covering my
naughty male anatomy. I would even practice cheers in front of
the mirror, wishing someone was around to coach me... Even
though I am 5'11'', and 180 lbs, the outfit seemed to fit just
fine when I had occasion to try it on.
"Those days are over," I thought to myself as I neatly tucked
the cheerleading outfit away. No longer would I have to hide
my clothing and play sick from school to enjoy my femininity.
I felt free. Only one pair of mens underwear accompanied me to
college (to wear on trips home, where I had other mens
underwear). The rest of my undergarments were from my
collection, and I left that one mens pair in a suitcase in the
dorm's locked storage room which I could only access on
Mondays. Today was Tuesday. I quivered as I chose my favorite
pair of pink satin briefs with white lace trim around the legs,
to wear under my jeans, then proceeded to head for dinner
downstairs in the dorm cafeteria. It was a hot June day, and
moving into my new room had worn me out. I was about to
experience my first taste of dorm food ... baked scrod or
chipped beef ... your choice... I chose the fish and shimmied
into my chair at the cafeteria table, feeling the friction of
the pink satin against my pantied ass.
By incredible coincidence, Cindy walked in. I hadn't seen her
in over a year, and I didn't even know we were going to the
same college! Would she even remember me? We sat near each
other in orchestra (she's a trumpeter), and were at the same
parties, but only knew each other colloquially. I couldn't
help from staring. Her skin was the same beautiful smooth
peachy color. Her long, flowing, brown hair was now in the
softest of curls with a pink satin bow which matched her pink
sweatshirt and pink sweatpants. Her brown eyes had just enough
mascara, eye liner, and shadow to give her a somewhat girlish,
but somewhat flirtatious look. I wanted to stop staring, but I
couldn't. Those hips flared from her waist and filled the back
of her sweatpants so beautifully...
I was alone at my table, as school didn't start for another
week, and besides, most people weren't at college over the
summer. Then She came out from the serving line behind me and
tapped me on the shoulder from behind.
"Aren't you ronnie hammer, from the band?"
I jumped around, as I was so engrossed in fantasy, that I
didn't realize She was coming up behind me. "Yes," I
stammered, and asked if She'd like to sit with me.
"Well, I always sit with Buffy, but you can join us if you'd
like."
There was Buffy, across the room. I didn't notice her when i
came in. She had chosen both fish AND chipped beef. She
redefined the freshman 5 into the freshman 15 ... she had been
a growing Girl. I sat next to her anyway, so I could sit
across from Cindy's brown eyes and her two pert friends...
As the conversation went on, I learned that the Girls did not
live in my dorm, but in an apartment across the street. They
both had dinner contracts at my dorm because they didn't enjoy
cooking, even though they had a kitchenette. They joked about
hiring a maid for the summer to cook for them and clean up
after their parties. Boy, were they playing mind games on me
without even realizing it! I would die to be Cindy's
housemaid, cooking her meals, washing her delicate clothing...
I think Buffy might have been paying extra for Her meal
contract; Her thighs were quite muscular, though, I noticed.
She was not flabby, but firm, as I saw looking down next to me
at Her thighs below Her white pleated circle/mini skirt. Her
hair was blond, and Her eyes were the lightest of blues. The
white t-shirt She wore clung tightly against Her large,
breasts, and the outline of lace on a pink bra could be made
out at such close range. Buffy looked very feminine in a funny
sort of way, with a liberal application of blusher and mascara.
The conversation had ceased momentarily, so without even
thinking, I said, "You look very nice today, Buffy." And She
did, too. There was something very attractive about Her.
Buffy stopped eating long enough to thank me for being kind,
and She said, "Well, BOTH of you look great today." "I did
Cindy's hair today, ronnie, what do you think of it?"
"You have gorgeous hair Cindy, and You did a great job, Buffy!"
I said, and noticed Buffy winking Cindy's way out of the corner
of my eye. I couldn't believe the girl whose skirt I was
wearing only days ago was sitting across the table from me.
Dinner ended all too soon, and Cindy and Buffy got up. I
followed suit, and bumped Buffy's tray, sending a fork
careening across the floor. Buffy chased it, and as she did in
her floppy miniskirt, bent over, I could make out the outline
of some pretty pink panties ... probably to match her bra ...
What if She saw my panties? ... What would She think?.... I
wondered...
"ronnie, would you be a dear, and help us carry some things
back to our apartment?" Cindy coyly asked, and of course I
agreed. Buffy had a big brown box next to Her, addressed to
Her, and I figured that was what I was going to carry. After
our trays were deposited, Buffy picked up the box. I said I
should be carrying that, but She said it was something
important and She'd rather be carrying it. I soon realized,
walking with the two Girls, that we were headed for the dorm's
laundry room, where Cindy & Buffy were doing their weekly
laundry.
"I had to pick up this box at the post office. Could you carry
my laundry up to our place for me?" Buffy asked. I said I
would and watched the two Girls load Their baskets from the
dryers. I've always wanted to candidly view Cindy's clothing
collection, and here I was: watching Her gingerly remove Her
delicate clothing from the dorm dryer. Cindy pulled out a pair
of black satin bikinis out, held them out and giggled, "do you
remember THESE, Buffy?" They both looked at me and turned away,
giggling. After They filled their baskets, Buffy handed me
hers, which included some of the most exquisite lingerie i've
ever laid eyes upon, let alone my hands. The clothing had the
lightest scent of perfumed fabric softener, wafting through my
sinuses, and causing my once flaccid cock to harden within its
satin confines. The sight of Buffy's garter belt in the basket
made the butterflies in my stomach flutter, and seeing her
brightest yellow panties laying on top made my vision blur.
Buffy asked, "Wait! Where's our outfits?" Cindy reached in the
dryer, placed two cheerleader's outfits, just like mine, into
the basket I was holding and said, "We still practice our
cheers, now and then, ronnie." And then She winked at me.
Cindy winked at me!!! I dropped the basket, and Buffy's yellow
panties dropped to the floor. They giggled as I delicately
replaced them upon the pile and picked up the basket. Going up
the stairs to the main entrance of the dorm, I followed the
Girls, seeing those lovely pink panties peeking from under
Buffy's mini, lovingly embracing Her large, but rounded ass
cheeks, as if pulling them out toward me. I also noticed the
darkness of some deep colored panties under Cindy's pink
sweats. This, in addition to my cock rubbing against my own
satin briefs with each step of the stairs, made me stop a
moment. "Too heavy for you?" Cindy beckoned. It was too much
to handle, in any event.
We finally arrived at Their apartment, which was very homey,
but not too tidy. Buffy went into the kitchen to find a few
cold ones for the three of us. Then I realized I had to pee.
I quietly asked Cindy where the little boy's room was, and She
replied, "All We have here is a little girls room, but We'll
let you use it anyway. Around the corner on the right." Well
around the corner on the right was the pink bathroom, but I
couldn't help noticing around the corner on the left was the
lone bedroom in the place -- with one large canopy bed with 4
huge posts rising up to the ceiling, and pink and white trim
around the bottom. I relieved myself in the pretty pink
bathroom, and noticed the array of beautiful panties hanging
upon the curtain rod, both in Cindy's and Buffy's sizes. I
pulled my own panties back up, but not my pants, and pulled
down a smooth white pair of briefs which were Cindy's and a
large red pair of bikinis which belonged to Buffy. I placed
the crotch of Buffy's to my nose and smelled the sweetness of
Her young Womanhood. Cindy's were just as sweet. My cock grew
larger, and I lightly touched it. it grew some more.
I tucked these two pairs into my own panties, pulled up my
pants and opened the door to see Cindy crouched in front of the
door, picking up a pen. "Dropped a pen...," Cindy muttered and
stood up. I noticed the door had a wide keyhole -- wide enough
to see everything that just happened, IF She was watching.
Was She watching? I couldn't tell at first. Buffy brought out
3 cold beers and we all sucked them down furiously. it must
have been 95 outside, and the humidity was unbearable. The
Girls went back to get a second round for us and returned
giggling. Buffy proudly declared that She MUST make a trip to
the little GIRL'S room, with emphasis on GIRLS! I was
reasonably sure I was in trouble, so I told Cindy it was about
time I left. Before I reached the door, Buffy came running in
screaming, "Who's got My FAVORITE pair of red panties?!" They
both turned toward me and I blushed my little heart out. I was
caught red handed (or red pantied, so to speak), and I just
stood there, quivering and red.
"Give them to me, ronnie!" Buffy cried like a little girl. i
shook violently as I removed them from my jeans and placed them
delicately in Her hands.
"Isn't there another pair down there, ronnie, dear?" Cindy
slyly slurred. "I've been totally humiliated," I stammered as
I handed Cindy's white satin briefs with pink floral appliques
at the legs back to Her. My little undeserving dick grew as
they continued to glare at me. "I think We have a little panty
thief here, Buffy," Cindy proclaimed proudly. "I know you have
one last pair down there. Buffy and I want to see them!"
They folded Their arms across their chests as I lowered my
jeans in front of Them. "My, my, sissy, where did you ever
come across these lovely sissy pink panties?" Cindy asked.
I told them they were my mother's. "Does she dress you like
that, or do you do that all on your sissy own?" Buffy giggled.
"my mother doesn't know I wear her panties..."
My cock was rock hard and straining against the pink fabric.
"Only little girls wear sissy pink panties like those! Do you
want to be a little girl like Buffy? Show ronnie, Buffy." With
that, Buffy giggled, turned around and flipped up Her skirt,
but for a moment, showing us all Her huge, but somehow
attractive ass covered in pink.
"No, I want to be a guy..."
Cindy stated, "you're not doing a very good job at it in those
panties! I bet you'd make a sweet little girl. Buffy's been
MY little girl for a few years now, and I think She'd like a
playmate. Would You like to have ronnie for a playmate, Buffy,
Sweet?"
Buffy nodded, and I started to quiver, standing with my jeans
around my ankles and pink panties encasing my naughty dick.
"Buffy, please bring something more appropriate for ronnie."
Buffy scampered away, the floorboards creaking, and quickly
returned with a pair of oversized pink rhumba panties with
strips of white lace sewn across the back. Buffy then, ever so
gently, removed my mothers pink panties from me and replaced
them with the rhumba panties, and lovingly kissed my posterior,
once. I didn't put up a fight. They knew I was enjoying this,
and Buffy took my mother's panties back to the bedroom.
"she's so cute, Buffy. We'll have to dress her in some more of
Your clothes soon ... the special clothes..." Cindy continued,
"I'll bet she was responsible for My cheerleading outfit
disappearing two years ago..."
Guilt was written all over my face in the form of a blush. i
stood there in my mother's panties, in front of Buffy&Cindy,
quivering more than ever. my silence was my guilty plea.
"Do you still have it?"
I nodded, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Good. I want you back here tomorrow at 5 PM, sharp, wearing
the outfit you stole! That cost Me forty dollars to replace!!!
The least I could get is to see you in it! Now put your little
clit back in your pants and go home, sissy girl. Be here if
you don't want your mom to get her panties back in the mail
from Us ... We have the evidence!"
That they did, I realized, as I pulled my jeans back over my
sissy rhumba panties and cowered out the door.
As I walked down the stairs from Cindy's apartment, She said,
"Make sure you get registered for classes tomorrow, and be
ready for a lengthy stay!"
Registration was tomorrow, and I had no commitments other than
that until next Monday when classes started ... and today was
Tuesday!!! The last thing I could hear from Them was a chorus
of giggling which seemed to reverberate all the way back to my
dorm room.
Back in my room, I tried to gather my senses; I couldn't. I
realized I had no options. Cindy & Buffy had my mothers
panties, and were prepared to incriminate me, unless I was at
Their apartment, in a cheerleaders outfit, in the MIDDLE OF THE
AFTERNOON!!! What if i came there in my jeans? I couldn't;
They had me against the wall, and They knew it.
I opened my panty drawer in my new room and looked at the
things which got me in so much trouble: my sister's & mother's
panties lying there in such an array of rainbow colors and
coated with perfume, lace and ribbon. But then I saw the
cheerleading outfit. I remembered Cindy, Her lovely body, Her
dominant personality, Her grin and giggle as I stood before Her
in Buffy's sissy pink rhumba panties...
Oh, how I loved Cindy. I remembered the moment I stole Her
outfit, how I longed to see myself in those dear garments. It
was all happening to me, my fantasies coming real, but I was
scared. i cried myself to sleep, and the mixed emotions of
fear and anticipation for the next day stirred the essence of
my dreams.
I woke in simple white satin briefs. I was so scared and
thoroughly embarrassed in front of the Girls that I wanted to
sleep in men's undies again, but I had none, and it was too
late last night to go shopping. I thought the simple panties
would help me feel less excited as I slept, but the feel of
satin against the "clit" which Cindy & Buffy taunted yesterday
was the victor, and I soon realized I had a wet dream in my
white panties, leaving a yellowish stain running down the
smooth, silky fabric. Droplets of cum clung to my leg, and I
sat and cried again. Registration started at 10 AM and it was
9:30. No time to buy any mens underwear... I had to be on
time... I wiped my tears, showered quickly, put on Buffy's
rhumba panties again (did She want them back? I didn't want to
do anything wrong ... They were in control...) and dressed.
Registration, involving running back & forth to & from all the
departments I had classes with, took me all day. It was 4 PM
and I had to be dressed and ready for the Girls at 5. I stood
in my last line at the administration building, and I heard a
voice whisper, "Hurry, sissy..." By the time I realized what
happened, I saw Cindy walking away, Buffy scampering behind. I
never saw Cindy's radiant face, but Buffy turned Her head, gave
me the sliest grin, and smacked Her lips my way.
All I could see was Cindy from the back, in a rainbow striped
fluttery blouse, a black floppy mini which accentuated Her
hips, and the seams up the backs of Her panty hose (or were
they stockings ... oh, I wanted a peek...). Buffy's long
blond hair billowed over Her wide shoulders encased in Pink.
She was all Pink. Pink blouse, Pink Reeboks, and sheer Pink
knee hi's under the tightest of Pink spandex pants which
shimmered in the bright light. Her buxom ass was separated
into two beautiful halves by the tight crotch...
I got back to my room at 4:50, threw on Cindy's cheerleader
outfit over Buffy's pink rhumba panties, and looked at myself
in the floor length mirror on the back of my door. I looked
silly, and I cried because this outfit, which once was my
source of pleasure, was now my downfall. I looked like a big
sissy.
Oh, my God! 2 minutes to go, and HOW am I going to get across
street to Cindy's?! I did the only thing I could; I threw on
my winter parka which barely covered the bottom of my skirt and
hastened for the exit. I ran half way across the street and
realized that running made my skirt clearly visible. I saw two
other girls walking down the street, giggling. Did they see
me? I saw nothing through Cindy's window. The shades were
pulled. I walked the rest of the way across and got inside the
apartment, in my parka. It was 95. The heat wave hadn't let
up.
I walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor where Cindy was. I got
to the top and saw two little Catholic school girls about 12 or
13 go into the apartment across the hall. They were behind me
on the stairs!!! They looked at me and giggled loudly as they
went in their room. Were they laughing at my parka in this
weather? I doubt it. If they looked up, they would surely
have seen the white lace on my pink rhumba panties under my
parka and skirt. I knocked and blushed beet red.
There They were. Buffy & Cindy stood before me at the door, in
cheerleading outfits which matched the one I'd concealed.
"Get in here, sissy girl!", Cindy demanded, "and take that
parka off! You are 3 minutes late for cheerleader practice!"
"Take ronnie's coat, Buffy, and bring her some new shoes!"
Buffy was gone several minutes. Cindy slowly sauntered around
my sissy self. When She reached my posterior, She put an arm
around my waist and pushed my torso forward. I bent. She
laughed girlishly when She saw Buffy's panties on my ass, and
then straightened me up.
She squeezed my cheeks and said, "you make a VERY cute sissy
cheerleader, and if you are a good girl, I'll let you join My
squad. Wouldn't you like that, my sissy ronnie girl?"
"Y-Y-Y-es...", I muttered through a wall of embarrassment.
"Good ... Oh, Buffy, those are divine!!! ronnie needs a
fitting right away!!!"
Buffy held out a pair of white and black saddle shoes, and a
pair of white ankle socks with the most delicate lace at the
top.
"Sit, sissy!!!", Cindy commanded. I did so, and Buffy removed
my old sneakers, and gently completed my footwear. I
remembered that the Catholic schoolgirls I'd seen moments ago
were wearing the same, and my sissy clit grew, as Buffy looked
up my short, pleated skirt. The shoes fit fine, but just tight
enough to feel confined.
Cheerleader practice began with kicks and yells. I was to face
both Girls as I yelled for them, "my name's sissy ronnie --
one, two, three -- I wear sissy panties -- look at me!" and
with "me", I was to turn around, bend over, and properly expose
my lacy rhumba panties to the giggling girls. I did this
several times until the Buffy insisted that She wanted to see
me play with my sissy clit, which was now rock hard in my
panties. I pulled it through the leg band of the pink satin
confines and began to stroke.
"Cheer, sissy! Like We taught you!!!" yelled Buffy, and I sang
my cheer louder and louder in a sissy sing-song voice for them
until I soiled Buffy's panties in the most wonderful orgasm I
ever experienced. I laid there for awhile, and then heard a
click
*CLICK*!!!
Buffy ran back to the bedroom with a videotape of my entire
cheerleading performance. I ran after Her, tripped on the
laces of my saddle shoes, and fell flat on my sissy face,
crying.
"What's the matter, sissy girl?" Cindy taunted, "Wasn't that
fun? We're going to have Sooooo much more fun, too!" She
looked slier than ever. Buffy came back with a wide smile on
Her pudgy face. "The tape, and your parka too, are safely
locked away in Cindy's trunk, sissy ronnie. I think you'll be
staying with Us for a while, because only Cindy has the
combination, and you have to earn it from Her!!!"
I looked at Cindy's beautiful face. "That's right, little
girl," Cindy teased.
"I'm so embarrassed, I could cry!" I whimpered.
"Not as embarrassed as when you see your wardrobe for the week,
sissy ronnie," Cindy said. She was enjoying my new name.
"Buffy, show ronnie her new things..."
Buffy waited until I tied my saddle shoes up again, and lead
me by the hand into the bedroom. There were two closets. One
for Cindy, filled with black, red, and deep purple skirts and
blouses (no pants). Buffy's was filled with oversized pink,
white, yellow, and baby blue party dresses, with puffy sleeves,
tight bodices, and flaring skirts. Also in there were numerous
petticoats, of heavily layered satin and crinoline, and a huge
hoop dress with a plunging neckline, like Scarlet O'Hara would
wear, only puffier! Buffy pointed at Her closet, "we share
this one, ronnie."
I noticed the antique dresser, in white, with added padlocks on
all the shelves but the top. Buffy opened the top drawer,"we
share these, too." And inside were the loveliest pink, white,
and bright yellow panties, just like I was wearing, plus
training bras,tights, and darling ankle socks. my mouth gaped
open with pleasure and fear. I felt so sissified, that I
quivered in my ankle socks. The box that Buffy was carrying
the day before was on top of the dresser. I wondered what
could be so special...
"Mistress Cindy likes you, sissy ronnie. you should be
thankful," Buffy whispered into my ear. Cindy stepped into the
room.
"Behave yourselves, girls, We have a long week ahead of us, and
it's just begun!" There we all were, three girls after our
cheerleading practice. Cindy had me sit between Buffy and
Herself as She sweetly explained the terms of this week. I was
to be trained as a Girl, how to dress like a Girl, talk like a
Girl, walk like a Girl, eat like a Girl ... not a Woman..., a
Girl. I had little choice in the matter, as They possessed a
video tape of my performance as a cheerleader, and were happy
to distribute copies to whomever They saw fit, including my
mother, who was to receive a copy, wrapped in the pink panties
of hers i had worn the day before, if I was not a satisfactory
Girl. There was not even an acceptable scrap of clothing or
towel to make a mad dash home in; that was all safely locked
away. Of course, that mad dash would certainly lead to wide
distribution of the tape, as well. I felt like a naughty sissy
in my soiled, pink rhumba panties, and incredibly helpless with
no way out, other than pleasing BOTH Cindy and Buffy,
physically, mentally, emotionally, and of course ... sexually
(but that was still a way off). Yet somehow I felt very secure
and loved as a cheerleader, between these two cheerleaders. We
sat there for some time, Their arms around myself and Each
Other. I nuzzled Cindy's delicate Breast with my nose.
"Welcome to The Squad, sissy ronnie," said Cindy.
Buffy hugged me, Her Breasts lovingly caressing my sissyness
with warmth. I belonged.
We three Girls held each other for about a half hour, my sissy
cum drying a stain into my pink rhumba panties and forming a
thin crust upon my leg. I felt so warm and loved, yet knowing
that Cindy was completely in charge of my training. There were
no two ways about it:
I was to be Cindy's little girl until Sunday. Little did I
know that this would become such an important part of my life.
Cindy's lavish pink bathroom contained a large, heart-shaped
bathtub. Cindy requested that Buffy, my new Sister, and I were
to take a refreshing, perfumed bubble bath together. Cindy,
though 8 inches shorter than myself, was in control, and She
knew it.
Buffy put Her finger to her lips once we were in the bathroom.
"Shhhh, sissy ronnie, don't say a word," cooed Buffy, and she
lowered my skirt, noticing the cum stains on her rhumba
panties. "We'll have to get you a fresh change of panties
dear, but Cindy might have to punish you for being such a
naughty girl and soiling your pretty pink panties..."
She eventually had me stark naked. I quivered, and Buffy said,
"Be a dear and draw our bath, sissy."
I filled the tub with warm, bubbly water, scented with delicate
lavender and lilac and proceeded to help my plump Sister out of
Her cheerleaders outfit. She had on panties just like mine! I
wanted to kiss Her lace-covered Ass, but She motioned no, and I
heeded Her. She was so beautiful. Her body was large and
round, but not a sign of flabby skin or "thunder thighs" could
be found. Her body was like a dreamy Cloud which I wished to
ride. But 5 foot 4, She was Love itself. I loved my Sister.
I wanted to be like Her, to be so gentle, to love Cindy as She
must... When I saw She had but the shortest sprouts of
baby-fine blond hair near Her Vagina, like a darling little
girl,
She smiled at me, softly. Without a word, we stepped into the
tub hand in hand as Sisters.
We each had a big, pink, heart-shaped sponge. Bathing each
other was a delight in itself. Never had I really been able to
enjoy a naked girl before then; clothing always had to be
involved to gain a great deal of arousal, but this was
different. Buffy KNEW I was Cindy's sissy girl, and She
treated me as such. We sponged each other, everywhere, but in
a non-sexual way. Of course, my penis rose when She washed the
naughty cum from my thighs and crotch, but Buffy just smiled
and continued... "you'll learn, soon, dear," Buffy whispered.
I did, and I lovingly caressed Her thighs with the sponge,
washed between Her toes, and made sure those soft, blond hairs
(the only hair on Her aside from Her head) were clean. I knew
there was a great deal of training to endure; to attempt to
approach Her in a lustful way now would have been "improper",
and Buffy made this clear to me in a loving, Sisterly way. She
cradled me in Her Bosom for 20 minutes..."I love You..." I
whispered, and She held me tighter.
Buffy & I finally got out of the tub, "smelling as proper girls
should," She said. I was to be properly sissified next, and
Buffy led me by the hand into the bedroom where Cindy was
waiting, in White. White waist cincher. White push-up bra.
White garter straps delicately descending from Her waist
cincher over her wide, flaring hips and attached to White
seamed stockings. White pumps. White lace fingerless gloves.
Her face was redone, Her mascara perfectly accentuating Her
eyelashes and deep brown eye shadow to let both us girls know
that She meant business.
Oh, and Cindy's Panties ... I had tried to lift them the day
before, and there they were, encasing Her broad, flaring Hips
... they weren't bikinis ... these briefs, with the delicate
rosebuds above Her Thighs were gorgeous. The thigh was cut
high on these, but I still saw no tan line. Cindy straightened
out Her Panties as She stood and the garter straps gently ran
over the smooth satin of Them as She did so.
"You look delightful, Buffy," and Cindy squeezed Her into Her
Own Bosom, "but you, sissy ronnie, you smell sweet, but look SO
un-sissy like!" my clit was standing straight out as I stood
naked, trembling from the air around me after my bubble bath.
"We'll have to transform you into a proper playmate for Buffy
..." She added. Buffy handed Cindy my soiled rhumba panties
and proceeded to dress Herself in a White Baby Doll, with puffy
sleeves, and a skirt which, with its numerous frilly
underskirts, stood out from Her wide Hips, barely revealing the
white satin panties which cupped Her big, beautiful Ass cheeks
from below. Cindy looked very stern as She ran Her Fingers
across the satin, feeling my naughty cum stain Cindy glared at
me, grabbed my clit (for the first time ever) and twisted as
she warned me never to soil my panties again. I apologized to
Cindy, but She remained upset. "you need much training,
sissy..." She sighed, as She shook Her Head at my naughty clit.
We three Girls stepped into the pink bathroom, and Cindy
motioned for me to sit on the toilet seat as Buffy pulled
numerous items from the white cabinets: Nair, Bikini Bare, a
Straight Razor, Eau Fresh Perfume, a makeup kit, and other
various instruments of Feminization. I objected fiercely, but
to no avail, for "Cindy's videotape of little sissy girl ronnie
hammer, soiling her rhumba panties at cheerleader practice was
obviously far too incriminating," Buffy giggled. Buffy
proceeded to cover my legs liberally with Nair, but didn't stop
there. my chest and arms were next. my legs were to be raised
as the Nair was applied to the backs of my thighs. Buffy
helped me hold my legs up for what seemed the longest time. I
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Subject: TG: The Adventures of Ronnie Hammer by ronnie, herself... (2/3)
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Hi.
Ronnie had stolen the outfit of one of the cheeleaders, that was his
mistake. He'd better didn't do that. Si his favor for girls clothes
got known to her.
As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.
Enjoy the story.
Ciao
Nostrumo
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felt so strange and helpless as I felt the foam dissolving my
manly hair, tingling as it worked.
"Into the shower, sissy!" Cindy commanded and Buffy pushed my
foam-laden body into the stall. Cindy was very impatient, and
I had to rinse the hair off my naked body quickly.
As I stepped out, hairless besides my head and pubic area,
Buffy snickered as She held back what would have been a very
loud giggle. I was commanded to lie prone on the floor next.
with my arms out on the big pink rug on the bathroom floor.
Cindy stood on my hairless arms, Her Heels on one side of my
arms, Her Toes on the other so that I was trapped by Her as She
faced my sissy clit. All I could see was the Crotch of Her
Panties as She oversaw a process I was unable to see. I felt
my pubic hairs being cut, as Buffy worked gingerly around my
clitoris. I strained as much as I could, and Cindy shouted,
"Careful, sissy! She's got a straight razor! We wouldn't want
to see your sissy clit cut off now, or would We?!" Both Girls
giggled loudly, and I was forced to spread my legs as Buffy
carefully sliced all my pubic hair to a very short length. All
I could see was Cindy's grinning face over Her Breasts as They
were supported by Her push-up bra, and Her Crotch, as the
tiniest bit of wetness showed through the beautiful White Satin
of Her Panties. I could tell She enjoyed seeing me squirm.
After the close shave, I was made to stand for Cindy. Buffy
took what looked like a long steel rod with leather clasps on
each end and fastened my hairless feet into the clasps. my
legs were spread so far apart that I couldn't stand, and had to
prop myself up against the wall.
Cindy held my hands there as Buffy applied Bikini Bare
liberally over my entire crotch, testicles and all. It burned
fiercely at first, but soon became a dull pain, as I was near
passing out. I had no leverage against Cindy's grip. Buffy
massaged as the tingling continued. It seemed like ages before
Buffy sponged away the remaining hair. I then received what
must have been the closest shave on my face I ever incurred, at
Buffy's knowing Hands. my legs still spread wide, Cindy tied
my wrists to a heavy chrome towel rack with pink satin ribbons.
I then felt a tube inserted into my hairless rectum and a slow
but sure gushing feeling I could barely recall from my
childhood. The warm enema flowed into me, filling my sissy,
hairless body. Cindy held the bag up as Buffy parted my long
brown hair down the middle. I felt my hair pulled to each
side, and tied in ribbons. my hair was in pigtails! This,
along with the warmth filling my behind, made my 7 inch sissy
clitoris strain for attention. The Girls said little, but
continued giggling, and making comments like, "Aw, come on,
sissy ronnie, take it like a good little girl," or, "Doesn't
she look cuter already?" or,"Maybe we should stop. I think
she's enjoying it too much." The harmony of the mild Pain and
the warm Pleasure caused a chorus of cooing, girlish sounds to
emanate from my glottal passage. Buffy stroked my pigtails.
The bag was empty. Cindy demanded that I hold the soapy warm
water, and to help, Buffy inserted a large butt plug in my
hairless sissy hole. I felt so full I wanted to burst. I
wanted to burst from excitement too, as I was released from the
leather clasps and my previously soiled rhumba panties were
slid over my sore, hairless crotch area.
I was then commanded to sit on the toilet seat again, as Buffy
painted my toenails and fingernails, and then worked on
transforming my face. Mascara, Base, Blush, Eye Shadow, Eye
Liner, Lipstick, and who knows what else were professionally
applied by Buffy as I fought off the tremendous pressure the
warm, filling enema applied upon the butt plug which my rectum
grabbed onto for dear life, like a thousand drowning people
grabbing for a life rope, lest I explode inside my pink rhumba
panties. my cum from my cheerleading practice expose was
drying still, and felt cold now against my hairless crotch.
Buffy, in her White, Girlish nightdress, sat Herself into my
lap, Her legs wrapped around my sissy body as She worked. Her
pristine white pantied Ass cheeks spilled over my thighs and
clitoris, and Her tremendous weight nearly made me lose all my
water! To hold it in, I grabbed Buffy, pulling myself into Her
Big, Billowy Breasts, but She pushed me away and returned to
the topic of my sissyfying.
Cindy's gentle Hands ran Noxemma along my tender legs, arms,
and chest as Buffy worked. It stung at first, but soon became
cool and soothing. I thanked Cindy. "you're very welcome,
dear sissy ronnie girl," She cooed like a Mother cradling Her
child.
When Buffy finished, She stood me up, the water shifting in my
body, straining against the butt plug hidden under my pink
rhumba panties. Cindy looked over my body, now transformed
into that of a little girl. "Very acceptable, Buffy," Cindy
stated as She ran Her Hands along my hairless body. I shook
franticly as I crossed my legs, standing as I held my enema
like a little girl needing to pee.
"I think your little playmate has to go potty, Buffy," Cindy
declared, "but we have yet to complete her transformation!"
Buffy quickly scampered off and returned with another baby doll
like her own, only Pink. She lifted my hairless sissy arms and
slid the top on. my rhumba panties remained on, holding my
butt plug. I finally saw myself in the mirror. I recognized
the girl I saw, but she had no resemblance to ronnie hammer
yesterday. I saw the new, "sissy girl, ronnie hammer" in the
mirror, and I cooed softly. I was hurt, but happy. Then Cindy
snapped on a tight pair of rubber panties over my pink satin
rhumba panties and told me to crawl over to my crib. "Only
baby girls soil their panties, sissy girl," Buffy giggled.
Then Cindy proclaimed, "Get on your knees, sissy ronnie, and
crawl into the living room! I have some special training for
you tonight. Training for little girls who soil their
panties!!"
I didn't know what awaited me, but I did as she commanded. It
was too late to fight. I was to be a sissy baby girl, because
Cindy demands it be so.
The living room now had an exercise mat in the middle,
surrounded by 2 foot high expandable wood fencing, like you
might keep kids away from the stairs with.
"Get in your crib, ronnie!" Buffy shouted girlishly. She was
enjoying my punishment as much as Cindy. I crawled in, the
satin rhumba panties exciting my sissy clit with each step, and
the water becoming unbearable behind my butt plug. I looked up
at Cindy as She stepped into my crib in Her White garb, sat on
my pink satin-encased back, faced my rubber covered hairless
rear and spanked me ...HARD!!!
Cindy: "you naughty girl, sissy ronnie!"
SMACK!!!
Buffy: "her name's sissy ronnie -- one, two, three!"
(tauntingly)
SMACK!!!
Cindy: "Will you promise to become potty trained for us and not
soil your panties, sissy girl?"
ronnie: "Yes, I promise, Cindy! Oh, please stop, Cindy.."
SMACK!!!
Buffy: "she wears sissy panties -- Hee, Hee, Hee!" (sing-song
...)
SMACK!!!
ronnie: "Please! I can't hold it back any longer.."
SMACK!!!
Cindy: "I think she's going to cum in her panties again,
Buffy!"
(giggling)
SMACK!!!
Buffy giggled loudly, and jumped into my crib as well, with a
hand mirror.
SMACK!!!
I could feel Cindy's warm Wetness soak onto my back, as Buffy
moved Her chubby Body closer and held the mirror in front of my
girlish face.
SMACK!!!
Buffy: "Doesn't she look cute? Just like me!!!"
SMACK!!!
my hands were tingling and numb from the position I was in , on
all fours. Buffy shoved Her chubby Breasts into my face, the
white satin between Her Sisterly Bosom and my hungry mouth
becoming damp from my wagging tongue. She pulled back and held
the mirror up again just in time for me to see myself and
appreciate myself as a fully transformed little girl just
before the next...
SMACK!!!
... I exploded. My butt plug slipped, sending a gush of dirty
enema water which soiled my pink rhumba panties and filled the
encasing rubber pants. My eruption of cum as all this occurred
was more spectacular than my performance during my cheerleader
practice earlier that day, but all was captured by the rubber
panties. I fell forward onto my face and Cindy climbed off my
back. I could still feel the coolness of Her Womanhood upon my
back. I laid there for about 3 minutes, stroking my naked
body, in disbelief of what has occurred in the past 48 hours.
Stroking my rubber panties, and feeling the warmth of all that
filled them, I cried.
Cindy & Buffy stood and both first stared at me in disgust as I
lay stroking my aching sissy ass and clitoris, the dirty water
seeping and dripping down my legs.
Then They both broke out into a loud chorus of laughter:
"her name's sissy ronnie -- one, two, three"
"she messed her sissy panties -- Tee, Hee, HEE!!!"
They jeered at me, doing the same cheer I performed for Them
earlier that day, taunting me as They jumped, kicking Their
pudgy Legs and bending over to tease me with Their highly
desired Behinds.
I wept loudly with a cry which seemed to have infantile
proportions. Buffy bent over and kissed me good night, gentle
lipstick remaining on my forehead. Cindy went away but for a
brief moment and returned with a pacifier.
Cindy lovingly took the pacifier and placed the nipple gently
through the leg band of Her White Satin Panties, into Her
Vagina, rotating it to coat it with a motherly dose of
Womanhood, then removed it slowly and stuck it into my sissy,
lipstick colored, cry baby mouth.
"Shhh, little ronnie girl. This is what you want now, isn't
it?" I sucked gently, and then more, as I tasted Cindy's
Sweetness. i rolled over on my back, the dirty water sloshing
in my panties. They smiled at me. "I think she will sleep
better now, Buffy, dear," Cindy announced. I smiled back at
them from in my crib and cooed softly.
CLICK!!!
Buffy stopped the videotape again, my entire spanking
performance forever saved on tape, and then She giggled as She
scampered back to the bedroom with the tape to lock it away. I
saw her beautiful, plump Sisterly Ass swaying two and for in
Her nightdress, but I didn't pursue Her as before; I was much
to sore, and I was a total mess. Even my frilly pink
nightdress was soiled. I sucked harder on the pacifier.
Cindy inserted another videotape into the machine and started
it recording at extra-long-play. The camera lens was securely
focused on my crib, and its tripod was far out of my reach.
"Sleep now, little girl, and don't leave your crib until We let
you out!" Cindy sing-songed to me with one hand on her White
Waist Cincher. "If you are a GOOD girl, We might let you grow
up and play with bigger girls, like Buffy. Now don't get
adventurous, or We might have to send your mommie her panties
back, with TWO cute videos of her little girl."
"Nighty-Night, sweet little girl, ronnie!" Cindy declared, then
She laughed all the way back to the bedroom. Buffy clung to
Cindy's arm.
I fell asleep to the sounds of giggling and cooing from the
closed door of Cindy's bedroom and the video recorder, which
watched my every move. The pacifier, now a coveted toy, never
left my mouth all night. I was happy and Loved.
It was Thursday morning, and I woke before the sun rose.
Sleeping was difficult, as Cindy required that I wear my soiled
panties all night. The rubber panties held almost all my mess
in, which had started to congeal, but the rest of my body was
not in the best of conditions. The warm, soapy water dried on
my hairless legs overnight, leaving ugly brown runs down my
hairless legs. I stroked my legs. Not a sign of hair. Not
even razor stubble. The Girls were very thorough. Somehow, I
gained pleasure from running my hands across my hairless,
sissified self. As daylight broke, I picked up the mirror
Buffy left in my crib. The makeup on my face was smudged.
Mascara ran from my eyes down my painted cheeks, tracing the
tears of pain, humiliation, and pleasure of the past evening.
The video recorder continued to whirr as I smiled at myself in
my pink hand mirror.
My rhumba panties were now a sloppy, goopy mess inside the
rubber panties and my hairless ass was becoming very painful
from a combination of razor burn and diaper rash. I sat up,
the slop running to the back of my panties momentarily cooling
my rash. If I removed my rubber panties now, before Cindy
allowed me, I was certain I would be in for more potty
training. I wanted to show Her I could be a good little girl.
I sucked quietly on my pacifier, trying to forget the pain of
my sloppy behind, and thinking of Cindy. She tasted so
wonderful, but I had yet to see Her Womanhood.
About 6:30, Buffy stepped out of the bedroom, obviously drained
from a fun-filled evening, teasing a sissy girl. She looked at
me in my crib, tears still drawing black mascara lines across
my blushing cheeks, and She sweetly said, "you've been a good
little girl, sissy ronnie. I'll clean you up and get you
dressed for today." Still in Her white nightdress, She
proceeded to start some coffee, and then ordered me to crawl
back to the bathroom. As I did, the gooey slop sloshed in my
panties. Buffy and I could hear the sloshing as I returned to
the bathroom, and I saw the instruments used the previous night
to transform me into my new self.
Buffy drew me a wonderful, warm, perfumed bubble bath, and then
removed my soiled panties as I stood over the toilet. Most of
the sloppy mess spilled into the bowl, as did the butt plug.
Buffy made me reach into the bowl to retrieve it. "We're not
quite through with this, sissy girl...," She giggled.
She then removed my pink nightdress, and placed all my
nightclothes in a diaper pail in the corner of the bathroom.
She led me to the tub and washed me carefully and completely.
Leaning over the edge, Buffy, my Big Sister, soaped my entire
body with lovely perfumed soap, and gently removed all traces
of mess from my sissy, hairless, little girl body and clit. I
finished bathing myself as She picked up the mess in the
bathroom and cleaned up & put away my messy crib in the living
room. I relaxed in the tub as my Sweet Sister finished. She
was so caring...
After Buffy helped me out of the tub, She applied some lovely
Baby Magic lotion to my scorched ass, Noxemma to my shaven
arms, legs and chest, and told me to shave as closely as
possible. I was to do this twice a day, until Cindy could
think of a more permanent way to get rid of that hair.
As I shaved, my sissy clit fell limp. I was intensely
concentrating on shaving closely. In the meantime, Buffy had
stepped out. I was just finishing, and I didn't notice Buffy
come up behind me. Before I could put the razor down, She
clipped a tight strap around my clit and pulled it through my
crotch back to my rear. She caressed me and stated, "This is
for your own good, ronnie. Cindy wants you this way." She then
applied a heavy dose of lubricant to an even larger butt plug
than I experienced the night before, and told me to relax as
She inserted it into my hairless rectum. I took it all, with a
childish whimper, and then Buffy pulled back the wide pink
leather clit strap, ran a pink satin ribbon through a loop at
the strap's end, ran the ribbon around my sissy waist twice,
and tied a big bow in the back. "Only Cindy is allowed to
untie you, ronnie ...," Buffy whispered. My sissy clit tried
to harden, but it couldn't. I could see no sign of it in the
mirror. Only my hairless skin running to my sissy crotch in a
pretty triangle. I felt womanized, touched myself in front of
my crotch, and smiled. The butt plug was so filling and
delightful.
Buffy commanded that I sit upon one of the cushioned stools in
front of the vanity as She showered and try to make up my own
face as She had done for me last night. By the time She
stepped out, my face was a total mess, and She shook Her Head
in disbelief.
"I will show you one last time how to make yourself pretty,
sissy, then it is up to you. you must watch carefully and do
as I do," Buffy lovingly said, and She went to the bedroom for
a moment, returning naked with 2 pairs of clean oversized
rhumba panties with matching training bras.
One set was bright pink; the other, bright yellow. Buffy
looked me over and then looked at the sissyfying clothing in
Her Hands. "I think yellow will look pretty on you today,
sissy girl. With that, we dressed each other in our sissy
clothes. I realized my clit strap securely held my butt plug
in place as Buffy slid my panties on, then gently fastened my
training bra. I dressed Buffy slowly and gently, enjoying my
sisterly role. Buffy turned me so I could see my profile in
the mirror, placed a pair of panties in each cup of my bra, and
then faced me. I looked in the mirror and saw that my sissy
body was now en femme, albeit, quite young looking. My Older
Sister's Breasts were much better developed, but my young,
budding titties were there, and I cupped them in my hands
through my bright yellow training bra, enjoying my profile and
comparing it with Buffy's. Of course, I appeared taller, but
certainly much younger. i looked and felt like a little girl.
I ran my fingers and their bright red painted nails down my
sissy, hairless body to my yellow rhumba panties. I ran them
down the front of the satin, and felt nothing but my hairless
crotch skin. No clit. In the mirror, I only saw a flat
silhouette across the front of my panties. Slowly I motioned
my hands across the back of my rhumba panties, running across
the rows of lace to the area where Buffy filled my vagina with
rubber Joy. No clit. my profile from any angle was that of a
little girl on the budding edges of puberty. I smiled and
Buffy returned a bigger smile.
Buffy and I sat side by side on the cushy stools. I watched
intently as She made Her Face. I tried to mimic Her every
move, and soon learned the proper way to make my face match my
11 year old girl's body. We took over an hour, in our bras and
panties, as i received a sisterly lesson in cosmetology. I
became fluent quickly, and I emerged prettier than ever. Buffy
excused Herself for a moment, saying that we were running out
of time. At 8:30, we had an appointment in the living room,
and Cindy wanted to use the shower, She said. Buffy returned
with two party dresses, one pink, one yellow. Cradled above
those in Her Arms were two white girls full slips with half a
dozen layers of petticoating in the short skirt, two pairs of
white tights, and two pairs of black patent leather Mary Janes.
We anxiously dressed each other. Seeing Buffy's pudgy Body in
the short pink dress which barely covered Her plump,
petticoated Ass was just as thrilling as seeing myself in my
petticoats in yellow. Our puffy sleeves, tight bodices, and
ultra-flared skirts, standing out over layers of satin and
crinoline were more than enough to make both us girls tremble
with delight. we both delivered high pitched giggles as we
shimmied into our tights. The tights felt so arousing over my
feminized legs... I cooed girlishly. Then we snapped on our
Mary Janes ... they fit perfectly! Buffy and I pranced for
each other momentarily, and She taught me how to walk properly
and sit properly, so as not to expose my pretty panties to
naughty little boys ... somehow I wanted to whole world to see
me like this, though. Buffy finished by encasing my head in a
beautiful blond wig, with pigtails done on each side in yellow
ribbon. The ribbons matched my dress perfectly, and the wig
made my girlish face look even cuter, younger, and more
feminine. I let forth a grin as Buffy held me and whispered in
a sing-song manner, "Sugar and Spice and All Things Nice.
That's what sissy ronnie's made of..."
As we girls were stepping out of the bathroom after a proper
perfuming, Cindy was stepping in, in Her dark blue robe. She
looked lovely, even after just waking up, and She kissed both
of us on our painted, blushing cheeks: "You girls both look
very pretty today, especially you, ronnie." She reached under
my short billowing skirt to feel the smoothness of my crotch.
"Very nice, sissy ... I see you have your little clitty under
control this morning," Cindy taunted and She stepped into the
bathroom.
Buffy and I went into the living room. The mess was all
cleaned up, and I thanked Buffy for helping me. She ran back
into the bedroom and returned with a small butt plug.
"ronnie, I almost forgot! PLEASE be a dear sister and help me
with this!!! Cindy will be hopping mad if I'm not properly
made for Her by eight thirty!!!"
The plug was already greased. Buffy got on all fours, Her
plump, round Tush, covered by the smooth tights and silky pink
rhumba panties was proudly displayed as Her petticoats threw
the ruffled skirt of Her party dress over Her Back. I gently
eased down Her tights, applied a sisterly kiss to Her Pantied
Ass, then pulled down the remaining youthful underclothes to
Her Knees. I saw Her lovely Pussy, puffy and wet, between
those lusciously pudgy Cheeks, and quietly licked Her Clitoris
once and it rose to attention in Her moist Pussy Lips. She
moaned, and whispered, "Hurry, ronnie, make me cum. Before
Cindy comes out of the shower..." I then moved my lipstick
encircled mouth to Her Anal Passage. Slowly, my tongue tickled
Her Entrance. She moaned, "sissy, you make a wonderful
playmate..."
I took the greasy plug and slowly worked its head in and out of
Her Big Bottom as I payed loving, sissy lip service to Her
Puffy Pussy. This continued for some time ... I realized my
own position on all fours, worshiping Buffy's Pussy with my
tongue, my own frilly skirt flipped up and exposing my
panty-laden behind in the direction of the bathroom.
Buffy came and moaned a girlish cry, and I whimpered too, my
sissy clit attempting to strain against the tight, feminizing
clasp to no avail...
*SMACK!!!*
Cindy's Big Rubber Paddle hit my ass with such force that both
us little girls fell forward, my nose comfortably resting
within Buffy's Anal Region and my sissy, painted face smothered
by Her Ass.
We were both in Big Trouble, but especially Buffy, for
corrupting Her younger sister (that's me... *giggle*). Cindy
said that She should have known better.
It was 8:30, and I finally realized what the "appointment" was
as Cindy switched on the Cable TV to channel 9 from Secaucus,
N.J... Do you Girls know what I'm speaking of? It was time
for ROMPER ROOM!!!! Cindy demanded that we sit and pay
attention to Miss Molly like good little girls while She got
dressed. While Cindy dressed, we watched games like Duck,
Duck, Goose, Catch The Dragon's Tail, Picture Games, and
others. we responded loudly to Miss Molly on TV, along with
the rest of the children. Cindy wanted to hear us as She
dressed. Buffy was showing me Her adventurous, girlish side as
She played peek-a-boo with my skirt, and I had no other
recourse than to follow suit. we wound up in a sisterly
wrestling match which continued as Cindy stepped out, unaware
to us. Our skirts were flying to and fro as Buffy wanted to
play "I see London, I see France ... I see sissy ronnie's
Underpants!" more than "Red Light, Green Light", which the kids
were playing on Romper Room.
We were both scolded and received a minor spanking, compared to
last evening's. She inspected our butt plugs, and my sissy
clit strap and supervised us as we watched the last half of the
show. Buffy and I sat cross legged on the floor, with our
hands folded in our ruffley laps in silence, except when we
were to reply with the children when Miss Molly spoke. Then
came Jumping Jacks... Buffy and I did jumping jacks with the
little girls and boys. All the girls were wearing pretty party
dresses just like ours, and Cindy jeered that She should send
us to the studio in New Jersey sometime to meet Miss Molly,
Do-Bee, Kimbal, Up-Up, and Granny Cat because we fit in so
well. I imagined that Miss Molly would be the first to get the
video tape that Cindy was making of Buffy and me being good
little Romper Room girls, if I slipped up.... However, I now
WANTED to be a good little girl for Cindy. I was truly
enjoying my little sissy, femme self and I enjoyed admiring my
sissy body in my yellow party dress.
Then came another game on Romper Room: Bend and Stretch.
Buffy and I sang in high pitched, feminine voices:
Bend and Stretch! Reach for the Stars...
There goes Jupiter, Here comes Mars...
Bend and Stretch! Reach for the Sky...
Stand on tippie-toe, Oh, so High....
Miss Molly played this game twice. As we sang "Bend", Buffy
and i were to bend over like all the other children. And with
"Stretch", we were to get on our tippie-toes and reach as high
as possible. Just as every little girl's panties became
exposed for Channel 9 viewers this morning, Cindy made certain
that Buffy and I were photogenically exposed, with our skirts
raised, our rhumba panties peeking through our tights.
Stretching was no better than bending, for our short skirts and
petticoats barely exposed the bottom of our cute, girlish
tushes as we reached high, on the tippie-toes of our Mary
Janes.
Miss Molly saw both Buffy and myself in Her Magic Mirror, and
we hugged each other when we heard our names. Cindy told us
that She called the studio yesterday and told them it was our
birthdays today. Cindy stood in a white sundress, with sandals
and no hosiery. White lace ribbon tied Her Hair up, and It
cascaded over Her Shoulders from there. She looked very pretty
and I told Her so, in the girlish voice She wanted to hear from
me. Cindy went to the kitchenette for some coffee.
"Would you girls like some birthday cake?" Cindy asked as She
bent into the refrigerator. I saw the outline of Black under
Her white sundress and I gulped...
Buffy started jumping up and down, nearly throwing a tantrum,
like a little girl, shouting..."Goody, Goody ... it's our
Birthday I want some cake! I want some cake!!!" Buffy grabbed
me, Her proud, pert, pudgy Breasts embracing me as much as Her
Big round strong arms, and started bouncing around with me. I
knew I was to act similarly. I got excited!!! we were going
to get some birthday cake!!! we each were served a small piece
on tiny plates with dainty forks. Buffy stuffed Her Face,
frosting oozing down Her over blushed cheeks. I did the same.
The goopy frosting on my face felt fun, like something I've
missed since I was 10.
Over the course of the day, Buffy and Cindy, who I learned was
my foster mommie, taught me all about being a subservient,
obedient little girl. I was trained to bring Cindy whatever
She wished, including my tongue, if that was what She wanted.
Buffy showed me how to properly worship Cindy's loving Pussy,
its red, puffy lips and clitoris being so delicate, and Her
tight Asshole, which needed just as much attention.
I was never to touch Her Pussy with my undeserving hands. my
unworthy tongue was required to lash its way around Cindy's
Black Satin Bikinis this afternoon as Buffy looked on, lightly
spanking my ass under my petticoats with the rubber paddle as I
did so. my sissy, superfluous, undesirable testicles ached
with each smack. I was happy to love Her Pussy.
I made Her Cum. I quietly slurped up the Sweet Pussy Juices
and then removed Her Soiled Panties with my mouth. Buffy
continued spanking. Once off, I replaced Her Panties with
clean ones of Cindy's choosing: Bright Red Hip Huggers They
shone through Her Sundress like a bright Fire Truck. I smiled,
and She did too. I was a satisfactory sissy girl.
Then She told me that if I was a good little girl, someday She
might undo my pink satin ribbon and let me soil my rhumba
panties again ... but that I would receive due punishment ...
not today though ... this was Buffy and my birthday. If I had
to go potty, I would have to ask Cindy to untie my ribbon for
me. Then I would have to remove my plug, go quickly under
Cindy's supervision, then reinsert my plug. Cindy would then
re-fasten my clit strap and tie my pretty pink ribbon back
around my hairless sissy waist. Untying the ribbon for ANY
reason at ANY time was grounds for immediate distribution of
videotapes to my mommie, and to Miss Molly.
The afternoon passed amid much more humiliation than the
typical hard dick can allow, much to Cindy's pleasure and
satisfaction. But soon came time for dinner, I was to prepare
the meal. Being less than expert at things culinary, I
prepared macaroni & cheese with Smokie Links. Cindy and Buffy
both were constantly pinching and poking under my sissy skirt,
Buffy often holding a mirror under it and giggling as I
prepared the Birthday Meal.
They laughed even more as they recalled their conversation
about having a weekend maid. Problem was, today was Thursday,
and I felt like I might be employed for life! Once I served
dinner, properly curtseying for both Cindy and Buffy, I sat in
a high chair and ate dinner from tiny utensils with pictures of
Rainbow Brite on them, and drank milk from a baby bottle.
Buffy kept pinching under my party dress and asking, "where has
sissy ronnie's little clittie gone?", and making comments like
"Ooh, such a cute little sister, in your tights and Mary
Janes!" my blushing cheeks blushed redder still, but I was
happy to please Cindy and Buffy.
Then Cindy served the cake, and Buffy and I blew out the
candles. Buffy had 13 lit for Herself, and I had 10. We both
must have gotten our wish, because we both blew them all out!
Cindy went to the little girls room as Buffy and I ate birthday
cake. Somehow, I don't know who started it, but Buffy and I
got into a girlish cake fight, smooshing frosting and cake into
each others painted faces, and the front of our party dresses.
We stood up and Buffy lifted my skirt and smooshed a big
handful of cake down my tights, the cool frosting oozing
between the tights and panties. It felt delicious, and I
reciprocated by messing Her pink undies, too.
When Cindy came back from le salle de bain, She was furious,
and both us birthday girls knew we were in the doghouse! We
had to clean up our mess, take a quick bath under Cindy's
supervision, put on fresh nighties, and head straight for bed
where we received a major spanking.
I think Buffy started the food fight because She wanted the
spanking in the first place ... I'll never know... There
being only one bed, Buffy and I fell asleep together, in each
others arms. my clit strap continued to assert its tension
upon my clitoris throughout the night, and both Buffy's and my
butt plugs kept our dreams filled with dainty, feminine
thoughts. We slept on our sides, facing each other, because
our lil' girl bottoms were much too sore after Cindy spanked us
both, tucked us in, and gently kissed each of us good night.
The last thing I remembered hearing that evening was Buffy
whispering, "Happy Birthday, sissy ronnie." I held Her closer.
I had turned ten years old today. As we fell asleep,
exchanging sisterly caresses, we overheard Cindy, as She
watched videotapes in the living room... Cindy came in later
that evening without waking either of Her little Girls.
Tomorrow would prove itself to be another day...
Friday morning started less painfully than the last. My rash
had somewhat subsided, and my "cherry" was being properly
broken, albeit slowly, by the large butt plug I was forced to
endure 24 hours a day.
I felt so filled by its mass, that my hairless sissy clitoris
was under constant stimulation. Yet, it had nowhere to go,
securely tucked under my "pussy" and fastened securely with the
wide, pink leather strap. Cindy woke first and told Buffy and
myself to prepare for Charm School. Buffy instructed me as to
the specifics of Cindy's Charm School. Following another
perfumed bubble bath and thorough hair removal session with
Buffy, we were to dress in schoolgirl uniforms which Cindy
delicately laid out for us. I cringed as I saw my garments: a
blue sweater vest to go over a white cotton blouse. The blouse
had elasticized ruffles around the neck and wrists. A black
watch plaid pleated skirt which came just above my knee on my
well rounded femme thighs. White ankle sox with pink lace at
the tops. Saddle shoes... my sissy blond pigtailed wig went
over my own hair. Then the panties ... Buffy helped me into
my soft, combed white cotton briefs, pulling them up under my
skirt and snapping the elastic around my waist with a giggle.
I blushed tremendously, and begged not to have to wear these
sissy clothes this morning... I think my last remnants of
struggling against my sissyification were making themselves
evident. The big, soft cotton panties felt almost too natural,
like I was meant to have worn them all my life, and this
frightened me terribly. I touched the front of my crotch
through the cool cotton and felt only hairless skin, plunging
towards my inner thighs. A training bra supporting a pair of
small falsies rubbed against my blouse with grace. I was soon
forgetting about my clit. it wasn't there anymore, for
practical purposes, but merely a superfluous, unwanted piece of
flesh which neither Cindy nor Buffy ever cared to see.
2
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Subject: TG: The Adventures of Ronnie Hammer by ronnie, herself... (3/3)
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Hi.
Ronnie had stolen the outfit of one of the cheerleaders, that was
his mistake. He'd better didn't do that. So his favor for girls
clothes got known to her.
As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.
Enjoy the story.
Ciao
Nostrumo
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I was starting to feel at home in my ankle sox and saddle
shoes once Buffy and I were finished dressing and doing our
faces with extra blush on our cheeks. "Cindy prefers you this
way, sissy," Buffy explained. As Cindy prepared for Her role,
Buffy sat me down and explained how strict Cindy was with Her
Charm School girls. She added that we would be learning to act
subservient, and never question the demands of a MISTRESS or
MASTER. "MASTER?!," I gulped. Buffy nodded and ran Her Painted
Hand over the smoothness of the front of my white cotton
panties. Cindy returned in Black. A Black Satin Blouse and a
Black flouncy circle Skirt which came just below Her Knee.
Sheer Black Hose ... with seams up the back ... as far as I
could see anyway... and Black Patent Pumps. She carried a
Large Oaken Paddle...
After serving Cindy Her coffee and finishing my own breakfast
of sissy, Rainbow Brite Cereal, Romper Room came on again.
Buffy and I took it seriously this time, for Cindy and Her
Paddle meant business. we played all the sissy games. In
"Bend & Stretch" today, Cindy smacked my pantied bottom with
each "bend", and goosed my sissy crotch with each stretch. I
was learning to be an instrument of humiliation for Cindy and
Buffy's pleasure. Buffy made me thank Cindy for the
humiliation after I was done singing the "Bend & Stretch" song.
my personal decisions no longer mattered. I was to enjoy being
a sissy slave girl.
After the Magic Mirror was through and I curtseyed to Miss
Molly and Do-Bee, Cindy put a strap around my right ankle, over
the lacy socks. The strap was fastened to a chain Cindy held
in Her Hand. Then She placed another strap around my neck. It
was fastened by a chain to a strap which tightly encircled
Buffy's Plump Waist. The chain was short; I could not stand
erect. "On your knees, sissy!" Cindy commanded, and I did so.
my neck strap fastened behind Buffy's back, and as I got down
on all fours, I was confronted with Buffy's Big Bottom as I was
positioned under Her Skirt. I couldn't turn, as my pigtailed
head was held high up Buffy's Skirt. Her Panties must have
been a few sizes bigger than mine...
"Buffy, you have been obedient, and I want to reward you with
some pleasure from your sissy playmate," Cindy proudly
proclaimed. Then Buffy thanked Cindy and laid on Her round
Belly, pulling my painted face into Her Crotch. "Please your
Mistress, sissy ronnie. you belong to Her, for the moment
anyway..." I pulled down Buffy's Big White Panties, exposing
Her Expansive Ass. "Do your little trick, Buffy," Cindy
commanded, and before I knew it, Buffy pushed Her Butt Plug out
with Her Anal Muscles, sending the Plug into my girlish face.
"Suck it, ronnie," I heard from Cindy's lips behind me. I dove
for Buffy's Puffy, Dripping Pussy, and sucked Her Juices.
*WHAM!!!!*
I nearly broke my nose up Buffy's smelly behind as the paddle
hit me with incredible force!
"Suck Her Butt Plug, sissy bitch! That's what I meant!!!"
The plug was heavily soiled and smelled awful. I cringed.
*SOCKO!!!* (regards to old batman shows...)
I obediently cleaned Her Plug with my mouth, a familiar smell
now becoming a familiar taste.
Cindy reached under my schoolgirl's skirt, put Her Hand inside
my cotton briefs, grabbed my butt plug under my clit strap, and
proceeded to yank the plug 1/2 way out, turning it 90 degrees.
i nearly swallowed Buffy's plug in the process. "Suck It like
you'd suck a Cock, sissy ronnie girl!!!" Cindy added. The
strap on my little clittie nearly pulled my undesired clit off
my hairless body as it tightened furthering Her grasp. I could
feel my anal area stretching, nearly ripping, with my plug in
its position. I stroked Buffy's Plug with my lips, like Cindy
directed. my painted lips left bright red marks up and down
the shaft of Her Plug.
"Now, little girl, worship Buffy's Ass!!"
Her Passage was gaping. She had obviously experienced more
activity There than I have. I knew, however, that i, too,
would have such a hole, particularly the way Cindy twisted the
butt plug in my rectum...
I inserted my tongue into Her Ass, bobbing my head up and down
like a swimmer doing the butterfly. Her Bottom cushioned my
head, and surrounded it with warmth as I tasted a combination
of lubricant and... this was highly embarrassing. I
recognized the familiar whir of the VCR, its lens tightly
focused on my girlish tongues every lapping. Buffy moaned, as
my rhythm soon created sympathetic vibrations through Her Body.
We achieved Perfect Harmonic Motion, Her Ass slapping against
my face with every plunge my tongue took into Her. I wanted to
please Her, to make Her Cum. She played with Her Pussy as my
tongue loved Her. She cooed loudly, and I felt Cindy untie my
ribbon... Would I have the opportunity to enter this Buxom
Sister of mine with my sissy clit?
no...
Cindy yanked my butt plug out with a high pitched yelp
emanating from my red lips. She then took Her Fist, encased in
protective surgical gloves, and lubricated thoroughly, and
.....
I must have passed out for a few minutes. I woke with Cindy
peeling off the gloves in front of me. Both Buffy and I were
on our bellies, my painted face on Her naked bottom. Her
Panties were around Her Knees. mine were pulled back up...
what had happened? I touched myself through the cotton and
immediately sensed I was in DEEP trouble! As I had blacked
out, Cindy had refastened my clittiestrap, but during the
moment that Cindy's Fist entered my vagina, my unstrapped clit
must have exploded naughty cum all over my clean, white cotton
panties. I was deflowered. my rectum had been stretched so as
to accept whatever Cindy's whims would dare. She had inserted
what must have been the largest plug known to man (or girl,
*giggle*) as I lay unconscious. My hairless vagina hurt
terribly, but I knew the worst pain was over ... physically,
at least.
Cindy was less than pleased with my performance ... Buffy was
still fingering Herself as I came to, and I had to finish Her
Ass off immediately. my hairless ass felt so big and puffy...
I wanted so much to have a Pussy like Buffy's ... and now I
felt like I did.... Yet, I couldn't help but cry from the
intense pain as Buffy moaned and finally came, a gush of warm,
milky juice running onto the floor. I thanked Cindy for
allowing me to lick it up.
I lay sobbing on the floor, rolled up in a fetal position,
stroking my deflowered vagina. Cindy turned me over onto my
back. my skirt fell upward and She saw the big yellow cum
stain The juice was oozing down the front of my panties, and
felt cool against my shaven thighs. I was hoping She wouldn't
notice.
Cindy released Buffy from the waist-shackle, and ordered Her
to freshen Herself. In the meantime, Cindy laid some terry
towels by the front door, forced me to lay upon them, belly
down, pulled up my skirt, squatted over my raped crotch, and
proceeded to urinate over my cotton panties, Her Pee mingling
with my cum. She turned me over and wet the front of my
panties as well. Her Pee seeped over my once-virgin vagina,
and stung. I saw Cindy holding up Her Skirt, peeing on Her
sissy girl, ronnie hammer. She had Stockings attached to what
appeared to be the bottom of a Black Corset. The Pee emanated
from Black Crotchless Panties which were pulled to either side
with Her Black Gloved Hands. Buffy returned and without a word
held down my sissy, hairless arms as Cindy Peed over my
cringing face, neck, and all over my schoolgirl outfit. Then
She returned to the process of soaking my girlie panties with
Her Pee. I couldn't help but notice the Cock pointing directly
towards my face as I saw the Pee trickling onto my panties. It
was strapped on securely. I knew I would soon experience its
length in my newly widened hole. The tears and Pee drew dark
black lines of mascara down my blushing cheeks. Buffy
collected the towelling and squeezed the overflow over my
panties again. I was sopping wet from cum and Pee, and before
I could recover from my pain, Cindy had pushed me out the door
of Her apartment, into the hall.
I banged on the door, begging them to let me in! I heard
sounds coming up the stairs. my panties were dripping urine
and cum, and my butt plug filled my gaping vagina as the clit
strap pulled taut on my flaccid clittie. I banged louder! I
pleaded to enter Their place of humiliation. "Say it like a
girlie, sissy ronnie!!" came a chorus of two from behind the
door. The steps on the staircase grew louder. I ran for the
stairwell at the other end of the hall as the same two Catholic
schoolgirls returned for lunch in their outfits which looked
just like mine. They captured a glimpse of my sobbing sissy
face as I turned and ran away, Pee pouring from under my
pleated skirt. my yellowed panties peeked at them from under
my soiled skirt as I ran red faced down the hall, as quickly as
my little hairless legs could take me, and leaving a trail of
Urine behind me. They giggled loudly as I ran down the stairs
to the floor below.
I quickly ran across the floor below to the stairwell the girls
had just come up and sprinted up them to Buffy and Cindy's
floor, leaving Pee behind me everywhere I turned. I pounded on
the door, and in my most girlish voice, to please Cindy &
Buffy, said, "Please let me in!!! I'm peeing in my panties!!!"
I surprised myself. I sounded exactly like a 10 year old girl!
A beautiful woman opened the door. She was not familiar
looking at all. She stood six feet tall and had long, shapely
Legs encased in white stockings under a blue silk dress. Her
Hips were wide and womanly. She looked over Her Big, Pillowy
Breasts at me, squatting at the door begging to get in. Then I
looked up at the door. 324!!! Cindy and Buffy's room was
224!!! SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!! I had climbed an extra flight of
stairs!!!
I heard a somewhat motherly, somewhat low and sultry voice come
from 324..."Come back little girl...." I left a puddle in front
of room 324 and scampered back downstairs, trickling Pee behind
me. I pounded on 224, and even more girlishly, delivered my
lines.
The two Catholic girls opened their door and giggled as Cindy
opened Her door and dragged me into 224. "Can't you hold it,
little girl?" is what I heard as the door shut behind me and I
lay on the floor, sopping wet and extremely embarrassed!
I was led to the bedroom where I was again daintyfied, wearing
a pretty pink and white checkered gingham dress with fluffy
petticoats underneath. My soaked white cotton briefs were
replaced carefully by Buffy with another clean pair of pink
rhumba panties. The dry, clean panties felt good upon my skin
and the lace on the tushie cushioned my aching behind as I sat.
White tights went over this, followed by black china flats. I
emerged after another lengthy makeup session looking like Alice
in Wonderland. I believe that was the idea. We ate dinner
together, amid more humiliation, and was told about a Costume
party Cindy was having this evening. Apparently I was to be
Alice ....
Then I spent the early evening doing everyone laundry. my
other pink rhumba panties never survived Wednesday night.... I
loved caressing the dainty items, as I gently laundered all the
remnants of the past days down the drain, but not before
experiencing Buffy and Cindy's lovely Womanhood, breathing in
the Aroma from the crotch of Their Panties. Cindy caught me
enjoying this, and forced me to wear Her Red Panties on my
wigged head, with the crotch over my nose, until the party.
This only accentuated the strain on my sissy pink clittiestrap.
I helped Buffy into Her Scarlet O'Hara Hoop Dress... She had
long white satin pantaloons and white stockings which I helped
Her with. Then I helped lace up Her heavily boned white
corset, Her Flesh exuding from around its tightness. Then the
Dress ..... oh......
I did Buffy's hair in long, tight curls..... She emerged as a
Big, Buxom, Beautiful Southern Belle. Her Billowy Breasts
barely supported in the plunging dress. we made a cute couple,
Cindy said. Cindy decided to host the party as a cheerleader
... She looked so cute again in that outfit. When I wasn't
greeting guests, I was to spend the entire party under Buffy's
Big Hoop Skirt on all fours, being properly subservient.
Party time soon arrived, and Cindy instructed me to hand out
raffle tickets to People as They came through the door, and
greet Them with a big red kiss on the cheek. My lipstick
needed to be refreshened often, and the make up kit was by my
side, always.
I met some of them... Laura, Carolyn, and Others came through
the door, and All were greeted with loving, wet, girlish kisses
as They came in in various costumes. Some came dressed as
Harlots, Some as Little Girls, One even came in a big fuzzy
rabbits costume ... She was close to my height, but broader,
and covered head to toe in white fur ... I couldn't see Her
Face, but I recognized the voice from somewhere... I handed
Each Lady and Gentleman a raffle ticket and saw Cindy whisper
something to Them as They came in. I asked Cindy what the
tickets are for, but She would only say,"...you will find out
soon enough, sissy ronnie hammer, my dainty little girl....."
Once all the guests arrived, I assumed my position of
subservience under Buffy's Skirt. It was rather dark under
there, but Her Pudgy Ass which I tongue fucked hours before was
quite visible, tightly encased in the glistening, white satin
pantaloons. I heard people asking "where the cute little girl
I saw went..." Cindy made sure everyone had a peek under the
back of Buffy's Dress to see "sweet little sissy ronnie"
dressed as Alice in Wonderland on all fours down there with my
pantied ass high in the air, the ruffles of my petticoat
pushing my skirt above my waist.
The party was a big success, or so I heard. I was unable to
enjoy much of the festivity, although I had a bit of a party of
my own under Buffy's Dress, as either of us Sisters will attest
to. I spent the entire time being ridiculed by the Guests as I
crawled under Buffy's Dress all evening. I have a sneaky
suspicion that I was the star attraction of the party. The
party ended quite late, and I was happy to be on my feet again.
My hands and knees were quite sore. I was also happy to see
Cindy & Buffy's Faces again (although the evening's view wasn't
so bad itself (*wink*).
We all hugged each other after changing into our appropriate
bed clothing Cindy fed me another pacifier, and I thanked Her
with a Big Hug. As I lay falling asleep, I noticed the big
brown box from Tuesday the return address on it was --
Wardrobes by Carolyn in Massachusetts... Buffy and I held each
other tightly in our pink nightdresses as we nodded off. We
became so much more alike that day... I never did find out
what those raffle tickets were for over the course of the
evening ....
Saturday morning was much cooler, and Buffy had opened the
windows of Their apartment last night; no air conditioning was
needed today. A delightful breeze circulated across the
bedroom, and all three of us Girls enjoyed the cool, fresh air
blowing across our satin encased bodies as We laid atop the
sheets that morning. We were glad to see the heat wave
subside.
Soon I realized that it was time to get up again, however, and
Buffy and I went through what was becoming quite a routine (and
an enjoyable one at that...) of preening ourselves and each
other as little girls. Party dresses with full satin
undergarb, petticoats, ankle sox, and Mary Janes were once
again the order for the morning for Buffy and myself. The
laundry having been lovingly done by yours truly, sissy ronnie,
Buffy decided to take the yellow party dress and let me have
the pink one. our satin rhumba panties, of course, matched our
dresses. I felt so much at home in the party dress, with its
delicate taffeta and dainty embroidery as a constant reminder
of my new age and gender. The blush on my cheeks had become
part of my new face -- not some sort of disguise. Somehow, I
felt that a very tough disguise had been REMOVED from me, and
that my true sissy self was finally showing through. This made
me feel good; I'll be forever indebted to Cindy and Buffy for
that... I felt like I could finally express myself truthfully.
Buffy and I endured a thorough helping of Smurfs and Muppet
Babies that morning. Muppet Babies was actually fun... Buffy
kept giggling that I kinda looked like Baby Piggie, the way my
panties peeked out from under my pink dress. She was somewhat
right, and i started to speak of myself as "sissy moi", in a
Baby Piggie voice. we both giggled and rolled around.
Smurfs presented another opportunity for my "BIG" Sister and I
to sing like the little girls we were. The cartoons were all
enjoyable and Cindy certainly enjoyed watching Her little girls
being as feminine as possible. I enjoyed pleasing Her. I
began to not only realize that the humiliation I had received
over the past few days would never stop for me, but also that
it was merely Cindy's way of making sure my role was properly
submissive and feminine. I loved Cindy.
Today, Cindy was wearing White Sweats. Her Black Satin
Panties were clearly visible through the tight Seat of Her
Pants, and She knew this was a stimulating factor. As
lunchtime approached, I asked Cindy a question that I had never
really phrased properly before. I crawled on my hands and
hairless knees in my frilly party dress, its skirt swaying to
and for, its tight bodice making my slim, girlish figure ever
present, its puffy sleeves encasing my hairless, sissy arms ...
and asked:
"Mistress Cindy, is there anything my unworthy sissyness can do
to please You?"
I cooed to Her as a 10 year old girl, and She stroked my
pigtails, saying, "Yes, little girl, I wanted to fuck you
yesterday, but you ran away, peeing in your panties... I want
to fuck you now."
She led me and Buffy to the bedroom. Buffy and Cindy secured
my sissy, painted hands to the canopy bed's ornate posts. Then
my pink ribbon was untied and my clit strap removed. my little
clittie hurt terribly, as it grew erect from its confines next
to my vagina. Then Buffy slowly twisted the butt plug out of
my vagina as Cindy tied my feet to the two remaining posts. My
hairless appendages were secured to the pink bed with thin pink
satin ribbons. Cindy then pulled down Her White Sweatpants and
strapped on the 8 inch Penis over Her Black Satin Panties.
Buffy produced two pacifiers, and Cindy prepared one for each
of us. Buffy's was coated with Cindy's Womanhood, and mine was
rotated within Cindy's dark rectum and then pushed into my
mouth. I sucked lightly at first, closing my eyes, but then
increased the sucking dramatically as I felt Cindy's Hard Penis
entering my vagina. Cindy was so careful, these past few days,
making sure my vagina was properly prepared, and stretched a
little bit more every day. it was now eager to accept Cindy's
8 inches, and I found that I could use my sphincter muscles to
daintily caress Her Penis as It travelled in and out of my
sissyness, despite my position in bondage.
I enjoyed the Greasy Shaft sliding inside me, and my clit rose
within my torn pink panties. Buffy began to stroke it, but
Cindy made Her stop. "you shouldn't touch such dirty, naughty
things..." She added.
Buffy took a second Rubber Penis, and slowly fucked Herself, as
she lay on the side of the bed, through the leg band of Her
Panties. I saw Her Juices oozing over Its length and over the
Crotch of Her Undies. Then Buffy strapped this Penis on, over
Her Panties, straddled my taffeta-encased chest, threw Her
Petticoat over my head, and stuck the Slimy Dick into my mouth.
"Suck, sissy ronnie cocksucker!" Buffy demanded. I tasted
Buffy's Sweet Pussy all along the length of The Shaft, and I
eagerly sucked. I could see nothing, as Her Petticoat were
bouncing over my face. I sucked plump little Buffy's Penis
harder as the layers of satin frill slid across my girlish
face. She fingered Herself through Her Yellow Rhumba Panties
as I sucked Her Penis. She moaned with every shove of its 8
inches into my mouth and throat. I took It All, through both
entrances. Cindy pushed Her Dick into me with even greater
force. The video camera was squarely fixed to my moaning,
blushing face.
Buffy announced that She was going to Cum, and with a jerk, i
felt warm fluid ooze through Her Panties and onto my chest.
She placed Her entire Weight on my sissy chest and squirmed
with violent motions as She soaked not only Her Panties, but my
pink party dress with Her Cum.
Buffy pleased Cindy from behind Her, in a way that I could not
see, as I was tied to the bed, but Cindy eventually Came. As
She Did, Her Cock slid Its entire length into me. I accepted
It with a girlish wince as it touched what must have been my
undiscovered "G Spot". my clit shot erect in my panties, but I
did not cum. It was more than pleasure enough to see the
smiles on Buffy's and Cindy's Faces after I pleased Them.
It was almost three when I finally was ready for a fresh change
of clothes. I had been messed up earlier, and I was to freshen
up for the Girls with a bath and fresh makeup before a late
lunch. As I stepped out of the bathroom, butt plug inserted,
and clit securely tucked, I was greeted by Buffy and Cindy, as
They stood in the bedroom wearing knee length, tight Black
Dresses, Black Stockings, Black Pumps, and Black fingerless
Lace Gloves. Buffy was holding what appeared to be a rather
familiar looking box... Cindy commanded sternly, "This is to
be your outfit for the rest of the day ... and evening,
because you are so concerned about pleasing Us."
I took the box from Buffy's lacy hands, and quickly ripped it
open. All I was wearing was my butt plug, my pink leather
clittiestrap, and my pink satin ribbon.
A look of surprise and fear fell across my blushing face.
Inside the box was a Black Taffeta "french maid's" Dress, with
white lace trim around the plunging neckline and short, puffy
sleeves, and a short, yet billowing skirt. A Black Bustier,
complete with Black Garter Straps daintily descending from its
lacy bottom lay under the dress. Under that, stiff white
crinoline petticoats, to hold the skirt out at proper distance
from my sissyness. Finally, Accessories were scattered across
the bottom of the box: Black Fishnet Stockings, Black Satin
Pumps, a ruffled White Apron, a White Choker, and a White Head
Cap Buffy produced a second box containing a long Blond Wig,
Its Hair remarkably similar to Buffy's own, natural Hair.
Buffy first applied additional blush to my already overdone
cheeks. Her expert hands turned my face into that of an
expensive harlot. Yet, I felt cheap and used. My cheeks
blushed still further as Buffy encased me in the Black Satin
Bustier. I sucked in my stomach as Buffy tightened the laces
on the heavily boned garment, its red ribbon trim running down
the front and its flouncy black lace encircling its bottom and
my bust line my falsies fit in quite well, and filled out my
Bustier to a 40 D.
My Pudgy Big Sister then slid proper maid's panties up my
trembling hairless legs. Black Satin Briefs with White Lace
running in horizontal rows across my sissy ass seemed so
appropriate when in a position of servitude. my Fishnet
stockings made my legs so feminine, letting their hairless
creamy texture show through. I felt so proud of my legs as I
fastened the 6 garter straps, the straps feeling like iron bars
caging in my panties and the unworthyness therein.
Then the Shoes... I fit into the Satin Pumps easily as I sat
on the bed, but as I stood into them, I stumbled over myself,
losing my balance on the high heels. Soon, however, after
being commanded to prance around the bedroom in my sultry
undergarments, exposing my big tits & ass as well as my sharply
legs, I became accustomed to the footwear.
I looked in the mirror. I was so proud of my big titties. My
plump, round ass stuck out far behind me and swayed torridly as
i walked in the pumps. my tiny wasp-waist flared gracefully to
my wide, pantied hips. "you look divine....," Cindy stated.
I loved the tiny red floral appliques on the front of my
bustier. That was soon covered, though, as Buffy helped me
into my stiff crinoline. The petticoats flared even more than
my party dresses, and the white lace on the back of my
maid's-panties peeked from under the crinoline with even the
slightest bend at the waist.
The wig added the cutest, girlish look to my body, as it was
next. The long blond curls cascaded over my shoulders with
feminine grace.
Finally I was fitted into the Black Taffeta Dress. The
petticoats held the skirt out so far ... I felt totally
sissyfied. I flounced up the skirt around me, enjoying its
fullness. Along with the choker, cap, and the apron, tied in a
big white satin bow behind me, I was a perfect picture of
feminized servitude. I wished to devote myself to pleasing the
Girls
Evening arrived quickly; I knew this was to be the last evening
I would spend with the Girls before I was to go back to my
dormitory room and prepare for school on Monday. Buffy and
Cindy mentioned that we would be having a dinner guest, and I
was to be on my best behavior. Cindy instructed me on the
proper way for Her sissy maid to walk, sauntering with my
hairless ass stuck far behind me and my big tits far in front;
to talk, with a girlish, faint lisp, and only when spoken to;
to bend, always from the waist, never at the knees; and to act,
in a totally subservient, pleasurable way for All.
The doorbell rang, and I rushed to answer it, my sissy skirt
flipping up with each prance of my pump-encased feet. There in
the doorway was the Woman I saw from 324! When I heard Her
say, "Good evening, sissy girl, My name is Daisy," I realized
that She was the Woman wearing the big white bunny suit at
Cindy's party the previous evening. Daisy gave me a deep, warm
kiss, Her tongue darting everywhere within my lipstick painted
mouth. Then She pinched me under my skirt, and whispered into
my ear, nibbling on my earring:"I won You in the raffle last
night, sissy ronnie, you are Mine for the evening..." I nearly
collapsed in Daisy's warm, powerful embrace.
Dinner was a major event; I created the most exquisite Chinese
dinner, under Cindy's watchful command. I was constantly being
told to grab my ankles for Daisy as I cooked, making it an even
more difficult affair. She loved seeing my lace-striped
panties peek from under my crinoline petticoats, and teased me
all evening. Dinner was lovely, and all the other Girls
thought so, but I was made to eat after Daisy, Buffy and Cindy
finished. I was on duty, serving them, and had enough for
myself after the table was cleaned up. When the Girls all had
their fill, they walked to the living room and watched video
cassettes of my previous performances. I was so embarrassed!
Daisy was making cooing sounds from the other room as I ate. I
saw Cindy's hand up Daisy's black dress. Daisy looked
marvelous. She was so buxom, tall and powerful; She looked
like the "Perfect Dominitrix".
I served Them Cognac as They watched the videos. They were
very turned on by the tapes, though, and I knew that I would
soon be called upon to please Daisy's Womanhood. When I wasn't
busy serving the Women, I was to stand in the corner and watch
the videos as well -- from between my fishnet-encased legs. I
bent over (at the waist), grabbed my ankles as faced the
corner, and watched. This was the most embarrassing position I
had been in all week, my sissy panties riding high into my
hairless crotch as I bent. The garter straps which encased my
panties pulled tightly upon my stockings as I bent, making the
bustier seem even tighter.
When the videos were complete, and the Girls were
sufficiently aroused, I was led into the bedroom by the three
Girls. I was tied to the posts as before, only belly down this
time. My pantied ass rose high into the air, as Cindy
commanded, and a small hole was torn into the rear of my black
satin panties. my ribbon was released and my butt plug removed
from behind me. In this position, I could not see well at all
from behind me.
I then felt Her enter me. Daisy entered my deflowered
womanhood with great strength. Her Penis felt warm inside my
vagina and I used my anal muscles to stimulate Her strap-on
rubber Cock. The friction inside my body made It feel so real,
so warm. I was being fucked by a strong, commanding Dominitrix
and I was happy to concede my gaping hole to Her as Her
lubricated Penis quickly moved in and out of the hole in my
panties.
Then Daisy moaned, and removed Herself from me. Cindy put half
Her Fist in my still pulsating pussy, and Buffy quickly stroked
my clit. They were working on me as Daisy stepped to my side
of the bed and raised Her Skirt. Her Pink Panties shone like
rays of sun over the tops of Her Pink Stockings, held by a Pink
Garter Belt. Then i saw Her Penis. It was not rubber at all!
I had just been raped by... by I don't know... it sure looks
like a woman, except... then She removed Her Dress.... She
was a SheMale! Her Huge, plunging Tits hung suspended by the
laciest, most feminine pink bra I've ever seen, as I strained
my neck to look away from that... that penis!
She pushed it into my mouth. I tasted the inside of my own
hole as She fucked my face. Daisy spanked me hard, and
commanded me to suck! I refused... I never was homophobic and
never criticized anyone elses life-style, but I knew
homosexuality was not my bag. She spanked me again, and then I
felt the rest of Cindy's Fist enter my pussy. I cringed, but
soon realized that I had better please Daisy as a subservient
sissy cocksucker, or my ass would be ripped up my back!
Cindy's Fist started to twist and pump inside me. Buffy's
gloved Hand stroked my clittie through my panties, and I became
erect. I sucked, licked, and pleased Daisy. Being a SheMale,
on hormones, I sucked quite some time before She became
completely aroused. I had to work overtime on Her Penis, but
eventually I had it pulsating inside my mouth. Cindy and Buffy
tormented my body as I pleased Daisy. my anal passage being
stretched beyond recognition by Cindy's knowing Hand, Buffy
continued Her clit torture.
I went into convulsions, with each movement of my body in
response to Buffy's stroking causing Cindy's Fist and Daisy's
Penis to travel further into me. Daisy and I came at the same
time, my panties being filled with what seemed to be the
biggest load of cum in my life, and my face receiving a classic
facial cum-shot. Daisy's Juices splattered my blond hair, my
painted eyes, and my blushing cheeks. It dripped down my nose
and cheeks, rolling over my red lips. I wanted so much to wipe
it off, but Daisy held my head up as all the Girls giggled,
watching me cringe with the Goo oozing over my entire face. My
hands being tied to the posts, I was helpless. Then they left,
All giggling, without untying me. I heard them all enjoying
themselves on the floor upstairs (324) as Daisy's Cum dried on
my face, my cum dried in my panties, and my ass ached terribly.
my clit strap had been refastened and my butt plug reinserted.
I eventually fell asleep, totally shocked, embarrassed and
feminized.
Buffy returned Sunday morning, as the sun rose, and released
me, from my position of bondage. She unlocked Cindy's trunk
and dressed me in the Cheerleading Outfit again, after I
washed. She then released me from my confining clit strap and
butt plug my pussy felt like a large, gaping hole. it felt so
unusual with nothing filling it. I knew that it was to be
filled to remain properly stretched, so I asked Buffy for the
plug. She reinserted it, and I cooed. I felt better. Then
came my pink rhumba panties again. They felt so natural.
Buffy then helped me on with my parka. The heat had picked up
again, and it was 95 outside. Oh, well....
As Buffy kissed me and bid me farewell, She commanded, "Be here
like you are dressed now on Friday at 5 PM sharp, little sissy
ronnie girl!" I knew I would return, again and again...
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