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 men's underwear accompanied me to college (to wear on
trips home, where I had other men's underwear). The rest of my
undergarments were from my collection, and I left that one men's 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 appliqués 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 rumba 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 rumba
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 rumba 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 rumba 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 men's underwear... I had to be on
time... I wiped my tears, showered quickly, put on Buffy's rumba
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 kneehigh'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 rumba 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 rumba 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 rumba 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 rumba 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 rumba 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 rumba 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 rumba 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 rumba 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 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
rumba 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 rumba
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 rumba 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 rumba 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 rumba 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
rumba 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 rumba 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 fro 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 mommy her panties back, with TWO cute videos
of her little girl."
"Nightie-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 rumba 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 rumba 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
rumba 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 rumba 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 rumba
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 paid 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 ruffled 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 rumba 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 mommy, 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 wit
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