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How Did This HappenHow Did This HappenI sat looking into the vanity's mirrors. Reflected back was the face ofa pretty but not beautiful girl. Long strawberry blond hair piled up incurls held in place by a white feathered band. Pillow soft strawberrycolored lips. The nose a bit too big but not that detracting, archedbrows, smoky eyelids and large golden hoop pierced earlobes stared backat me.What the mirrors didn't show was my attire. I was wearing a whitecrystal beaded square necked leotard with spaghetti straps with powderpink tights. Around the waist flared a stiff pink and lavender tutu andwhite satin en pointe ballerina slippers on my feet. On each wrist was awide white feathered band. Under the leotard I had on a very tight whitepanty girdle with a satin diamond panel embroidered with silver thread ina delicate floral pattern and white push up gel filled C-cup straplessbra. It was a costume appropriate for my ballet recital. What reallymade it a costume though was the fact that the person wearing it was me. I'm all boy, at least that's what I was before Stephanie came into mylife.Stephanie was my step aunt. My father married my step mother when I wasf******n and Stephanie was her older sister. I had just turned sixteenwhen they were killed in a horrific traffic accident. Stephanie was thenearest living relative and as such took control of my family's estateand me. Unlike my loving step mother she was cold and demanding. Shenever married preferring the company of other women. She was pretty butinside her heart was ugly and cruel.From the moment she took control my life, as I knew it, was over. Firstshe fired the maid, Millie, and cook, Dana. Our chauffeur had died withmy parents. Millie and Dana had been more like family than servant butdespite my pleas were let go. In their place she hired a very pretty butobnoxious maid, Delilah and Bertha. Delilah was of Italian descent withblue-black raven hair and smooth olive complexion. Her hearth shapedface was always immaculately made up and wore stylish clothing when notin uniform. Bertha, the new cook, can best be described as a woman rightout of Wager's operas, big, blond and very German. Her round doublechinned face never had makeup and when not in her uniform wore man styledslacks and shirts.She pulled me out of school and hired a nanny to home school me. Hername was Madam Simms. In my mind she wasn't a woman but the devilincarnate. She was a very sever looking woman. She was six foot tall inthree inch block heels, more big boned than fat and despite her size veryquick on her feet. Her salt and pepper hair was always styled in a tightbun on the back of her head. She wore little makeup usually just a slashof red across her narrow lips and dressed mostly in black ankle lengthdresses. It was into her hands that Stephanie thrust me two weeks aftershe took over.During those first weeks, Stephanie had workers come in and do someremodeling. I call it a house but it was really a mansion with tenbedrooms set on a large isolated lot. Besides the house and garage thereis a large swimming pool and cabana. Workers came once a week to tendthe pool and grounds. It was a great house but being so isolated none ofmy friends lived nearby but I had just gotten my driver's license so thatwouldn't be a problem much longer.To answer the question of how did this happen, I need to start telling mytale from when Stephanie took control and pulled me from school. Like Isaid Delilah was hot but it took me about two seconds to realize shedidn't like me. I tried to act cool when I was around her but she turnedup her pert nose and ignored me.Stephanie was in the process of making her changes when she called meinto her office. Up until then I did my best to avoid her. It had beenmy dad's but only the furniture remained. All his personal items andmasculine nick knacks were gone. She had even replaced the originalAmerica's Cup oil painting by James Buttersworth. In its place was someold classical styled oil of two half naked women embracing.*quot;Dale I have decided to remove you from school as of this Friday andhired someone to teach you here at the house. Her name is Madam Simmsand you will do your studies under her guidance. She will be moving innext week and you will meet her then. She has my orders to see to yourday to day affairs. You are dismissed,*quot; was her terse statement as Istood before her desk.*quot;Stephanie I don't want to quit school. All my friends are there and Ilike the courses. You can't do this to me,*quot; I answered angrily.*quot;Dale I'm in charge of this household and you. I am the adult and youare the c***d. You will call me Ms. McAdams and not by my first name.As far as school, I can and I have. Now leave.*quot; She didn't scream butsaid it in the cold tone of authority.On my last day at school during PE I played a couple of sets of tennis.I was pissed that Stephanie pulled me out of classes and took it out onmy opponent. We played hard and both of us were sweat soaked by the end.Since it was my last class and my last day I didn't bother to shower.Upon entering the kitchen I saw Stephanie and Delilah.Delilah took one look at me and sniffing the air said to Stephanie,*quot;Puppy dog, he smells like a wet dog. Shall I take care of it Madam?*quot;To my surprise she grabbed me by my earlobe and began pulling me upstairs. I should tell you that I'm not that big or strong. I'm shortand thin for my age with shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes. Ilooked more like a f******n year old and that's probably why I copped anattitude at school. My parents got more letters from my headmaster thanmost of my buddies regarding my misdeeds.Delilah was a head taller and surprisingly strong. I protested thetreatment but that only made her pinch my earlobe all the harder. Manthat really hurt. She pulled me straight into my in-suite bathroom andstarted filling the tub. I just stood there like a lamp post rubbing mythrobbing ear. Like I said, I did smell and my shirt was deeply stainedwith sweat so I wasn't upset about getting cleaned up only taking a bathbothered me. I couldn't remember the last time I had taken a bath. Inmy mind only babies and girls took baths.I was standing there rubbing my sore ear when she told me to strip.*quot;What the fuck?*quot; I thought hearing that. She obviously didn't mean forme to get naked with her still there. How wrong that thought was as shecame over and began pulling my shirt over my head. Free of the shirt Itried to move back but she grabbed the waist band of my shorts and pulledme in.I opened my mouth to tell her to fuck off when she did something that Ihad never experienced before. She slapped my face hard bringing instanttears. The side of my face was flaming and my mind frozen in shock. Ihad been in fights at school but usually I was the instigator andexpected to be hit back. I'd never been slapped before so this shockedand caught me off guard. If it had been some guy I would have lashedback but this was a girl, no a woman. As I stood trying to get controlover my tears, she undid my tennis shorts and in one motion pulled myshorts and boxers to my ankles. Immediately my hands plunged down tocover my parts. Her smile was more of a smirk as I did that and she tookmy clothing from around my feet. The next two hours, yes, I said twohours, were the most embarrassing I had ever experienced. Leaving mestanding naked she left but returned shortly with one of those small hardshelled pink carrying cases. From the case she removed a number ofbottles and a pair of latex gloves.As I watched her wide eyed, she looked at me holding up a woodenhairbrush and said, *quot;By the time I'm through cleaning you up, you willsmell nice and sweet. Give me any trouble and I will punish you.*quot;From the tone of her voice, the look in her eyes and from the way shealready manhandled me the only thing I could do was nod my head. Puttinga white plastic bibbed apron and the gloves on, she grabbed a large pinkjar and began rubbing the contents all over my body. She applied a thickcoating everywhere except my upper face and head. She had covered myhair in a pink plastic shower cap. In no time it began to burn and stinkmaking me hop from one foot to the other asking her for relief. All shedid was smirk and tell me to stop complaining. After what seemed like anhour she shoved me into the shower and turned on the cold water. Believeme when I say that cold spray felt wonderful at first but quickly becamevery uncomfortable shrinking my male parts and turning my lips blue. Itwasn't until she told me to shut the water off and get out that I noticedall my body hair was gone. I was a naked as a new born baby and if Iwasn't so cold would have blushed.From the shower I was ushered into the bath which now was a mass ofmulti-colored bubbles and the aroma of flowers overwhelming. Sheactually bathed me like I was a helpless baby. When she had me stand andbegan cleaning my genitals I thought I was going to die fromembarrassment. Normally I could get a hard on instantaneously justlooking at a pretty girl but this time I was too mortified. It didn'thelp my pride or ability to get erect when she wondered why I was makinga big fuss with such a baby dick and balls. I almost jumped out of thebathtub when she stuck the washcloth into my asshole. By the time thebath was finished I was totally mortified and my male ego severelybruised.My experiences in the bathroom didn't end with the bath. After pattingme dry she covered my body in a very fragrant body lotion and with alarge powder puff dusted me with an equally aromatic talc. With my bodydusted I was pushed over the sink where she shampooed and conditioned myhair. Not once but three times. With my hair still quite damp, she hadme sit on the edge of the tub with my feet in it and wrapped the towelaround my shoulders. She parted it down the middle and across theforehead then began trimming it. When she had finished my hair was in ashoulder length bob with feathered bangs. Using a round bristle brushand blow dryer she gave it a big poofed out look with the ends turnedunder. Using a lot of hairspray it was set in a very stiff, shiny do andthe smell of varnish heavy in the air. Way too feminine for any realboy. Finished with my hair she tucked a bath towel around my chest andtold me to go get dressed and not mess with my hair. When I saw what shehad done to it in my dresser mirror, I wanted to rush back into thebathroom and stick my head under the shower. She was still there so allI could do was get dressed, so much for my first up close and personalencounter with Delilah.I actually didn't meet Bertha for several weeks after she was brought onboard but I immediately became familiar with her cooking. I'm on theskinny side but all I got to eat was vegan and a bunch of heathsupplements to swallow down with the bitter tea I was served. By thetime Bertha changed my diet to the complete opposite but with very littlered meat, I looked anorexic. With the lack of real protein and beingbanned from the basement workout room, my muscle loss was apparent.I just wish I could avoid Delilah like I could Stephanie. Looking backon it I guess it was Stephanie doing the avoiding. Anyway Delilah madeit her business to give me my morning and evening toilet. She made sureI took a bath using lots of bath beads and fragrant floral oils twice aday. I was spared some embarrassment as she let me wash myself but sheapplied that foul smelling lotion that burned once every day. I laterlearned that it was a strong depilatory that in time made my body hairloss permanent. My hair was shampooed and conditioned every third day.She made me brush it out into that big hair look that I hated. At nightshe would make me roll the ends in large bristle rollers. I used smallerones to roll my bangs.That first night was probably the worse as I stared into my dressermirror. My reflection wasn't all me. It was like a girl me if you knowwhat I mean. I had on a blue night mask that covered my face except forthe eyes and lips, large pink rollers decorated my neck, smaller oneswent across my forehead and a neon blue hair net held it all in place. Ialso had white gloves on. Under those was a pair of plastic ones to keepthe lotion covering my hands from seeping through. Apparently Delilahdidn't approve of the calluses and rough skin. I lost some more of mymasculinity that night.Other than Delilah's daily visits and meal time I was left to myselfduring that weekend. I wanted to go out and play ball or just hang withmy friends but with that big sissy hair didn't dare. I tried hiding itunder a ball cap but that failed miserably. I thought briefly about juststicking my head under the shower but had been told in no uncertain termswhat would happen if I messed it up. As a result I stayed at the housemostly in my room looking at porn or chatting with my friends. Of coursethey wanted to know why I was pulled from classes. All I could say wasthat she made me and I had no choice. I didn't have a car yet. Myparents were going to give me one when I turned eighteen in a few moremonths so I was completely isolated. Like Stephanie would drive me tosee my friends anyway.Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that I did put up a fight if you could callit that. canlı bahis That very first night after she had given me my first bathDelilah came into my room without knocking I might add. When she said itwas time for my bath, I refused. I was standing, just having put down mylap top, when she entered. She couldn't surprise me with that ear grabplus I could block a slap now that I knew her tactics and she was a girlafter all. I didn't know she knew martial arts. She quickly had me intears and very compliant. Being defeated by a mere girl only slightlybigger than you is not conducive to boosting one's ego.Stephanie's aloofness and Delilah's treatment were nothing compared toMadam Simms. She scared the hell out of me the first time we met. LikeI said she was a big severe looking woman and as she examined me I feltlike a bug under a microscope. I had been called into Stephanie's officeto meet her the day she arrived. I wasn't all that confident with thatbig hair style and when I looked into her eyes shriveled up inside.As soon as her eyes fell on me she snapped, *quot;Stand up straight with yourarms at your sides, feet together and chest out. Now pull your left legback a bit, take your thumb and forefinger to grasp the sides of yourslacks then bend your right knee keeping your back straight and chintilted down.*quot;I was so intimidated by her that I did what she said without any realthought. I know I must have looked like an idiot as I awkwardlycomplied. All she said was *quot;Dismal but that will be remedied. Now standthere and be quite,*quot; turning her attention back to Stephanie. Theytalked for a few minutes as if I weren't even in the room before theyturned their attention back to me.*quot;This is Madam Simms and your new nanny. I have given her completeauthority to do anything she deems appropriate. I have given herpermission to punish misbehavior anyway she desires to correct thatbehavior. Understood?*quot; Stephanie stated.I could only nod my head in response. I was too frightened hearing thewords *quot;nanny*quot; and *quot;punish.*quot; I didn't understand the part about her beingmy nanny as I was much too old for a nanny but I did understand thepunish part. Looking at Madam Simms I guessed that the tortures of theSpanish Inquisition would have been a preferable alternative. Over timeI learned that alternative was indeed preferable.*quot;I'm glad you understand your position in this household Dale. MadamSimms, I guess you need to unpack before you begin his instruction?*quot;*quot;No I think it best if I escort Dale to his room now. I see that I havemuch work to do. Give your aunt a curtsey c***d,*quot; she replied puttingher big hand on my neck giving me a downward shove.Leaving the office she surprised me yet again by telling me to walk aheadof her. Have you any idea how disconcerting it is to have someonewalking right behind you muttering over and over, *quot;Oh that will neverdo?*quot; It gave me the creeps and this woman was scary enough as it was.Arriving at my room I found the door both closed and locked. I neverlocked my door. My confusion was answered as she grabbed me by the backto the neck and steered me further down the corridor to the second roomfrom the end. It was one of the rooms Stephanie had remodeled of thethree at this end of the corridor. Madam Simms removed a key and openedthe door pushing me through as the door swung wide.I stood stunned as I looked about the room. It was a girls room and notonly that but a very little girls room. The walls were painted powderpink covered with cartoon decals of Disney princesses and cute a****ls.A very thick lavender rug covered the floor. In one corner was a largeVictorian white and blue painted doll house with several dolls placednearby and a hope chest. Not far from the doll house was a pink rockinghorse and next to it was a white with pink rose bush imprinted play penwith a pink pad filled with stuffed a****ls and foam blocks. On theother side of the room was a twin sized bed but it was a white enameledwith pink rose bush design crib. It had thin metal rails and a meshsteel top that locked in place to keep me from getting out. Over thecrib whirled a mobile with multi-colored butterflies.Across from the bed's footboard was a pink padded changing table witheight drawers. Next to the bed was a night stand and princess lamp. Asmall table with straight back chair had a pink lap top computer and CDplayer sitting on it. The large walk-in closet seemed to be bulging withlittle girl dresses. A large dresser and small vanity again with thatsame rose bush design completed the furnishings. There were no windowsas this was an inside room and it reeked of flowers. My eyes stilltraveling around that horrible room I took a step back then anotherbefore I felt two large hands tightly grip my shoulders. As she turnedme to face her, I saw her sneering smile.*quot;There's no time like the present to begin your instruction. Yes, thisis your new room. From now on until you can prove to me that you areboth willing and compliant to my wishes it will be all you know. As youmay have guessed from the furnishings and decoration the person thatlives in this room is a very little girl. You are now that little girland will answer to the name of Darla Jean. The sooner you learn that youare Darla Jean and behave like a little girl you can move out of here andinto a much older girl's room. If you don't do everything I say and doit happily you may be stuck here for a very long time. How long you stayas a diapered little girl is strictly up to you. Understand Darla Jean? Now let's get you dressed appropriately,*quot; she said pulling my shirt overmy head as she pushed me toward the changing table.*quot;Diapers! Little girl! Darla Jean! Stuck in this icky room! No, thisis too outrageous and I'm not going to stand for this. I'm a grown man,*quot;my mind screamed.Even with my arms entangled in the shirt my head still covered, I beganto resist as much as I possibly could. I was picked up by very strongarms and laid across the changing table. With one hand pressing down onmy back I heard a draw open and then only pain. She paddled my poorbottom for what seemed like hours before she let me fall to the carpetedfloor. I lay curled up on the floor crying as she moved about the room. When my tears became sniffles she pulled me to my feet and quicklyremoved my slacks, boxers and the shirt off my arms. She effortlesslylifted me onto the changing table and fastened a restraining belt over mychest pinning my arms in the process.*quot;That should keep you under control as I prepare you for your firstdiapering. Before I do that we have to do something about that littledeformity between your legs,*quot; she stated.What she did next destroyed what manhood I had left. It was a malechastity device that kept my penis very shrunken and pointing down. Mypoor balls were stuffed back up inside the body cavity they descendedfrom which caused new tears and a nauseous feeling. Putting everythingto shame used during the Inquisition this device had adjustable sharppointed teeth built in.She would replace those barbs with new longer and sharper ones as timepassed. If the tiniest erection tried to form, it proved most painfuland occasionally brought little pricks of blood. I could pee with it onbut would have to sit to do so. I can't tell you how many times I triedto get that damn thing off but every attempt resulted in painful failure.Without the key the only way to remove it was to cut my penis off whichwasn't an option as far as I was concerned. Over time and much pain allI had left showing between my legs was a small none functioning penis andempty shriveled sack.Compared to the chastity device being diapered was a walk in the park.She used thick pink cloth diapers with a soaker to diaper me and coveredthem in a translucent lavender plastic diaper cover with six rows ofwhite floral ruffled lace on the bottom. Next she pulled dainty whitenylon socks on my feet with bright yellow ruffles. Diapered she helpedme stand. The thick bulk of the diaper between my legs forced me tostand uncomfortably with my thighs spread. It forced me to walk withwhat I can only describe as a waddle. As I stood, she put a brightcanary yellow with white lace trimmed training bra on me.*quot;Yo....you...do..don't want m...me to...actually use these?*quot; I stuttered fearingthe worse placing my hand on the front of my diapers.*quot;Actually I do except if you have to do a number two you will tell me andI will let you use the potty provided you have behaved,*quot; she curtlyresponded. It wasn't the answer I wanted to hear but like I had anychoice and it could have been much worse.She took my hand and led me to the closet where she removed a canaryyellow satin little girl's party dress. I spotted a toddler's pink pottychair sitting in the corner. The dress had large puffed short sleeveswith heavily laced cuffs in white tying off with yellow satin ribbonbows. It was square necked with a short waist and box pleated full skirtsupported by three stiff built in net petticoats. The short bodice hadfour rows of white satin bows running down the front in a *quot;V*quot; pattern.The hem of the flaring skirt didn't cover but half of my butt exposing alot of my diapered ass.I was surprised that the girlie clothing actually fit. Not too tight ortoo loose. The only discomfort beside it being on me was that caused bythe net petticoats. They made my upper legs itch like crazy. Later Ilearned that Stephanie had the clothing made to my measurements. Thatfact also told me that Stephanie had my girlhood planed from very earlyon and wasn't a spur of the moment decision.Dressed I was then taken over to the vanity where she fashioned my longhair into pleated pig tails tying them off with yellow satin ribbons withlong streamers. With the hair styled, she coated my lashes with blacklengthening mascara and my lips in a pearl pink. The lipstick made mylips tingle. I had never worn or paid attention to lipstick ads but fromkissing my girlfriends never felt my lips tingle. Much later I learnedshe was using a lipstick with a chemical additive that would swell mylips. Again, over time, my lips became permanent soft pillows. Shefinished me off with a heady floral perfume. All I could do was watch myreflection in the vanity mirror as she turned me from boy to girl.Diapered, dressed and made up she took me to the doll house. *quot;I haveunpacking to do so I want you to sit here and play with your dollies.You can find different outfits and accessories for them in the hopechest. While I'm gone I expect you to play enthusiastically just like areal little girl. This room is wired for both sound and pictures so I'llknow if you don't,*quot; she said as she put a disc into the CD player.When she left the room I scanned the room more closely. Sure enough,they were small but I counted six cameras. Defeated, I picked up one ofthe dolls. I just held it as I had no idea of what to do next. I was aguy and never played with dolls, girl dolls anyway. When I was a lotyounger I played with action figures. Now that I thought about it*quot;action figure*quot; was just a ruse cause they were really dolls.Remembering she said something about different outfits, I decided tochange the dolls clothing. As I played with the stupid doll I felt likea fool. This was so unmanly but I went through the motions. Oh yeah,the music I had to listen to was very irritating. It was nothing butnursery rhymes set to music, so infantile and sung in a high pitchedlittle girl voice.I eventually got tired of changing the dolls clothing and opened the dollhouse to see the inside. It was divided into various rooms just likeyou'd find in a regular house's floor plan along with the miniaturefurniture. I figured out that *quot;playing house*quot; was nothing more than alittle girl imitating grown up life.*quot;You want me to become a little girl? I don't have the faintest ideaabout being a fuckin' little girl!*quot; I screamed in frustration and angerforgetting about the microphones.Madam Simms came back and said, *quot;So you don't know anything about being a'fuckin' little girl' do you? For that you earned a good mouth washingfor cussing and instruction on how to be a good little girl. Oh, and foryelling, your diapers will not be changed until tomorrow morning.*quot;If you have ever tasted and swallowed soap you know the icky nauseouscramping it can cause. The suds even get into your nose and it takeslike forever to stop smelling it. This was my first experience and avery demeaning one at that. It was something I didn't want repeated butover time I tasted more soap than I ever wanted. When my diapers werefinally changed, it was both a great relief and mortifying. They werevery wet and extremely stinky. Actually when you first pee in them thewarm wetness felt nice but when it cooled became unpleasant quickly. Addin a stinky slimy pile of crap which spreads all over down there and youhave a very miserable time. She made sure I did both pee and p*o-p*o. Iwas given many bottles of baby formula laced with both laxative anddiuretic to drink out of large baby bottles. The rubber nipples on thebottles were three inches long, one inch in diameter and shaped likedicks. It took a hard paddling before I could put that into my mouth andsuck on it. The taste of the formula made bahis siteleri me want to gag but my burningbottom kept me sucking.With my mouth thoroughly washed out, she sat me at the small table andpowered up the computer. I spent the next two hours playing variousgames designed for little princesses and another hour on a site that wasan electronic version of paper dolls. Having to do that was almost asbad as the mouth washing.I don't know how long I was isolated in that room. There were no windowsor clocks to tell the time or day. Madam Simms made sure I had no ideaor capability to figure it out either. She varied the times I was put tobed. Sometimes I would be fully awake and into the crib. At other timesI would be dead tired and still not in my crib. For awhile I tried tokeep track by scratching a notch on the closet door but gave that up aspointless.My awake time was spent playing with my dollies or in the play pen withmy stuffed a****ls. When not doing that I was at the computer playingthose little girl games or memorizing little girl etiquette from a bookpublished in 1948. The CD kept playing that little girl singing nurseryrhymes over and over until bed time. It got to the point where I heardthat shrill little girl voice singing in my head in my sleep.I was always dressed in satin party dresses in various pastel colors withlots of stiff net crinolines. Delilah would come into my room in themornings and bed time to make sure I followed my toilet. My food was amush of adult food put into a blender and my liquids mostly baby formula.Of course I had my handful of vitamins to take each morning and bed time.During my play time I didn't see much of Madam Simms. She didn't need tobe there because of all the monitors but I spent time with her every day.It was my class time in which I learned to write in girlish script, speakin a little girlish voice, move and behave like a girl per the etiquettebook. Again I tried to resist but having a wet and messy diaper for twodays without a change or spanking put a stop to that.The only time my chastity device came off was for cleaning when I had amessy diaper. I was never given the opportunity to play with it.Something I longed to do. I barely remembered the last time I got totouch it and have the relief I so desperately needed. Despite wantingrelief and totally sexually frustrated the sharp barbs in the deviceensured that I wouldn't get hard. The pain had me doubled over manytimes but not so often now. I had vowed to endeavor to persevere andkeep my identity safe and sane but this little girl treatment wasbreaking my will power.By the time I was allowed out of that torture chamber I was singing alongwith that little girl in a similar voice without even knowing that I wasdoing so. I dropped a curtsey every time someone entered or left theroom, asked me a question or told me to do something without thought. Ihated being treated like a toddler especially the diapers so I did what Ihad to in order to get out. I worked hard to become what they wanted soI could get out of there.One day Madam Simms entered my room and said what I longed to hear.*quot;Darla Jean you have shown some progress and I've decided to let you growup. Just remember this room is still yours and you can move back into itas quickly as you have moved out. Now come along Delilah is waiting togive you your morning toilet.*quot;*quot;Yes Madam Simms, thank you so much. I promise to behave,*quot; I repliedhappily while dipping into a cute curtsey.OooI was hoping now that she had decided to let me grow up I wouldn't haveto perform those humiliating curtseys. I didn't realize just howhabitual that task had become and found myself curtseying like I had beentaught. After she told me I didn't have to curtsey all the time onlywhen first greeting her in the morning, it took time before I actuallycould.My biggest hope was that she would stop all this silliness and let me goback to being a man. That hope immediately died when I saw my new room. Yeah, you guessed it. Another ultra-feminine girl's room decorated toplease the heart of any teenaged girl. It was bigger than the one I leftbut just as distasteful to me. The walls were painted in lavender withpink vertical pen stripes and the floor covered in a plush beige carpet. At least this room had a window so I could look out on the worldsomething I hadn't done in ages. It was treated with pinkish orangesatin curtains and bone colored blinds. All the furniture was FrenchProvencal, white enameled with gold piping. A queen sized bed with pinkchiffon canopy that d****d in billowing folds down the spindle postersand tied off in large pink satin bows dominated the room. There was aneight drawer dresser, side tables, vanity with lavender satin box pleatedskirting and matching bench seat and a small table with straight backedchair completed the furnishings. The room had an attached full bath andvery large walk-in mirrored closet.The bed had a bright white pillowed satin comforter with small pink rosebuds, two large pillows that matched the comforter, a large red satinheart pillow with white lace trim was placed between the two larger ones,white linens with a small floral print and pink satin skirting. Thebedside table held a white porcelain doll lamp and alarm clock. The lampshade was a miniature frilled parasol in pinks and lavenders. On top ofthe dresser were two large dolls dressed in fancy costume representings*******nth century French ladies. On the wall facing the bed was alarge poster depicting Justin Bieber who I detested. On the wall besidethe bed was another large picture of a prima ballerina en pointe as theswan in Swan Lake. There were two other posters on each side of thewindow. One was some boy band I never heard of and the other featuredthe pirate character *quot;Jack Sparrow*quot;. Beside the feminine décor there wasa prevailing aroma of flowers filling the room. I didn't like it but itbeat the heck out of smelling baby power and stinky diapers.Unlike the nursery this room had its own bathroom. The bathroom wasdecorated with pink and white tiles, had a large footed tub, commode,linen closet and white marble counter top with sink. A mirror ran theentire length of the counter top and very well lit. It was great to havea bathroom to use again but it had its drawbacks. The commode wascovered in a pink fuzzy tank top and seat cover which matched the smallrug around the base. I had always hated such decoration as when I stoodto pee the thickness of the seat cover wouldn't keep the seat up. Ohwell, that didn't matter now because I always sat to pee. It also didn'thave a shower which I dearly missed.Again I was told that this would be my room until I displayed theappropriate behavior of a young girl. Like I said I wasn't happy but itbeat being in the nursery and out of diapers. Actually I should tell thetruth. I was more than happy to be out of the nursery. I was ecstatic.Instead of diapers I now wore cotton panties usually with floral prints,training bras which were white cotton with a pink ribbon decoration. Mywardrobe was mostly dresses, skirts and blouses suitable for a young girlof ten or eleven. I also had a few pair of girly shorts and tees. Ididn't mind the upgraded clothing choices so much but seeing the leotardsand tutus did. Another new addition that I wasn't overly pleased to seewas all the different cosmetics on the vanity and in the linen closet. Isoon learned that the cosmetics on the vanity weren't real in that theywere *quot;play*quot; lipsticks and powders that could be easily removed from anysurface. However, all the different nail varnishes were the real thing. The linen closet contained container after container of bath beads, bathoils, moisturizers and body lotions.There were a few things brought in from the nursery, the pink computer,CD player and my *quot;favorite*quot; dolly. Instead of nursery rhymes I had tolisten to boy bands, Hanna Montana and the like all day. They werealmost as nauseating as that little girl's voice singing in the nursery. Like before, it wasn't long before I was unthinkingly singing along withthe CD's. My computer was now used to watch various teen idol, fashionand social media suitable for a young girl. I was also given severalmagazines and books catering to young girls.Delilah came in every morning and evening to instruct and observe mymorning and evening toilet. She also instructed me in the proper use ofall those lotions and creams I was now expected to use daily. She spenttime teaching me how to braid my hair and use things like barrettes,clips and bobby pins to create different hair styles. I found *quot;playing*quot;with my cosmetics the worst as what man would do that. Seeing me wearingbright pink lipstick and green eye shadow was another major blow to mymasculinity.Of course I saw Madam Simms on a daily basis for at least four hours. Istill had to practice the basics like writing femininely, voice trainingand behavior. For my poise and behavior lessons I was given a book foryoung lady's published in 1952. A couple of nauseating chapters in thisbook described basic feminine hygiene. Madam Simms not only made sure Iknew the contents of those chapters completely but practiced them aswell. Since I didn't have a pussy you can guess the substitute Ipracticed on. Looking back those lessons weren't that bad as I wasconsidered too young to have a period.Other than *quot;growing up*quot; the other big change was Mademoiselle Lily. Isaw her Monday through Friday for two hours for ballet lessons. She cameto the house and taught me in the basement exercise room. When I firstwent down there I was surprised to see all the weight and strengthtraining equipment gone. The room had been remodeled into a mirroreddance studio for the most part with a small section devoted to a treadmill, step climber and stationary bike. Mademoiselle Lily was a tallthin woman, perhaps in her mid-forties and very demanding. Those firstlessons left my body hurting in places I didn't know you could hurt butin time I adapted. The only time I left my room was for dance. Itwasn't a lot of freedom but better than the nursery that I never left.It was during my *quot;young girl*quot; time that I noticed that my nipples werebecoming sensitive and seemed to have developed lumps under them. Ishould have been more concerned then but I figured that wearing atraining bra all the time was the cause. Another thing I wrongfullydisregarded was not having much feeling in my groin or having anerection. Actually at the time not having one was a big relief as thebarbs on the chastity device had been very painful.It was in this room that I learned the basics of young girlhood andballet. I was taught the rudiments of clothing coordination and care,cosmetic application, hair, nails and skin care, sewing and how to keepmy room spotless. More importantly what Madam Simms ingrained into mymind set were the things that entertained and were enjoyed activities ofa young girl. Things like being boy crazy, makeup application, fashionand music. They weren't enjoyable or entertaining to me but I did appearto love those activities. Like I said, the punishments just weren'tworth my defiance.Another good thing about that time was that I could actually keep trackof it. I had an alarm clock and there was a window I could look out of. Finally Madam Simms said I was ready to move into my new room. I spent alittle over six months in that room and had really concentrated on mystudies and behavior. Yes, I knew what the Stockholm Syndrome was but Ihad to be that way or it was back to the nursery plus I wanted to escapeall my tormentors. The only way I could do that would be to advance tothe next level. If I were treated more my true age and had more freedomof movement I just might be able to escape. I pinned all my hopes anddesires to get to that level for the sole reason of escaping. I alsoheld a dim hope that now I would be allowed back into my boy clothing.Like I said it was a dim hope but I had to hold onto the belief that Iwould eventually get to be myself again.OooMy new room, wow, it was just as feminine as the last. The walls were apale egg shell white with a wide floral boarder and cream plushcarpeting. The furnishings were in the same style as in my previous roomexcept the white enamel with gold piping was gone. This furniture was inits natural maple wood and the canopy gone from the bed posts. The satinskirting on the vanity and bench seat was a powder pink and the linenswere sensual lavender satin with a bright pink pillowed satin comforter. The attached bath still didn't have a shower but this tub was a whirlpoolwhich I came to enjoy very much.While the room and bath were not that much different the wall décorcertainly was. Instead of Justin the large framed one on the wall at thefoot of the bed was very disturbing. It depicted a heavily muscled manwearing nothing but a Speedo that emphasized his very prominent package. That picture would be the first thing I saw in the morning and the last Iwould see at night. On the wall beside the bed was another large framedpicture. It depicted a prima ballerina en pointe wearing an elaborateleotard and tutu. Two posters decorated the wall on each side of thelavender satin curtains. One was güvenilir bahis Brad Pitt and the other Johnny Depp.The aroma filling the room wasn't just the floral scent I was use to.This one had a hint of spice and musk which I liked better than thatoverly sweet floral scent.The lighted vanity was overflowing with cosmetics and hair care productsonly this time they were not k**'s stuff. The large walk-in closet wasoverflowing with dresses, skirts, blouses, fancy nighties and tons ofshoes. Up until this point what shoes I had worn were either Mary Janestyles, tennis or shoes with a one or two inch block heel. I spottedseveral pairs in this closet with what looked like a seven inch spikedheel and a thick platform sole. Seeing those shoes sent a shiver up myspine and for just a second I had misgivings about coming here.Opening the top drawer of my dresser I found it stuffed with differentstyles and colors of nylon and lace frilled panties. In the second Ifound, stacked in neat rows, many different kinds of bras with a satinyfinish. The third had camisoles, full and half slips all lavished withlace and made of the slinkiest of fabrics. The forth was filled withfoundation garments most of which I was totally unfamiliar with. Itdidn't take me long to hate the training corsets. The fifth was filledwith fancy garter belts and hosiery and the sixth had an assortment ofleggings most in a bright floral pattern and a few Capri's. The belts,scarves and purses were in containers inside the closet.After looking around my new room I was both pleased and saddened by thelack of anything remotely masculine. I was pleased that it was a moreadult room and saddened that my enforced feminization would becontinuing. Again Madam Simms informed me that my old room and thenursery were still mine and I could wind up back into either of them if Ididn't display the utmost concentration on my studies and behavior. Shealso informed me that if I did well and showed enthusiasm that I would beallowed trips out of the house.Let me tell you those threats were taken very seriously. If you don'tbelieve me then you wear the same diaper for two days. That's the kindof memory that never fades or having to listen to Justin and other boybands sing the same songs over and over again all the time you are awake.See if you can take that for a week. The carrot she dangled in front ofme, getting out of the house, was a really great incentive. I wassalivating at the very thought of a much greater chance to escape. Sodon't blame me for doing my very best to comply with her demands.Becoming an older teenager had other benefits such as Delilah no longercame to supervise my toilet. It really didn't matter because by now Idid my morning and evening toilet automatically without thought. Mymeals became real none vegan food although I seldom ever got any redmeat. Oh what I would give for a hamburger or better yet a nice thickjuicy steak. The few times I was served a small piece of red meat, Isavored it like one would a rare vintage glass of wine. With the richerdiet I was gaining weight which introduced me to my most hated femininegarment, the training corset.This particular corset was made of a heavy canvas like material withelastic bands and panels strategically placed to pull in my stomach,round my shoulders and up lift my butt. It had a smooth soft lining,rigid stiff metal boning, zipped up the front and tied off in the backwith laces. It was a miserable thing to wear, keeping my back ram rodstraight and retained heat. Fortunately, I only had to wear it at nightbut my day time corsets weren't much better. I have to admit that theywere very pretty. These corsets were made of satin in bright colors andfrilled with contrasting lace and satin ribbon bows. The training corsetreached from just below my breasts down to mid-thigh while my day timeones stopped at crotch level. They both had one thing in common besidesbeing uncomfortable. They kept my back ram rod straight, my waist andstomach in and my butt and chest out.Another bothersome item was added to my feet when I went to bed. It waslike a five inch wedged heeled pointed toed sandal except it was coveredin black leather and laced up to just past my ankles. This device keptmy feet angled downward at a steep uncomfortable angle. I laterdiscovered that his horrible device, when worn over time, would shortenmy Achilles tendons forcing me to wear high heels all the time. It alsoforced my toes into a permanent *quot;V*quot; with my big and little toes pointinginward at a sharp angle. My feet ache all the time now but hurt if I'mnot wearing at least a four inch heel. It is the reason that when doingballet, I'm en pointe most of the time.Madam Simms continued my lessons in deportment, voice and penmanship.Only this time the deportment and penmanship lessons were very different.Deportment emphasized female to male relationships and flirtingtechniques. For penmanship I was given a pink leather bound diary inwhich I wrote down my innermost thoughts. Both of these changes wereextremely embarrassing and humiliating and the worst I had encountered sofar. These lessons were very mortifying and humiliating for me and Ibalked at first but going back was out of the question. I had to getaway and my best chances lie in staying in this room.I hated having to master flirting techniques like batting my eye lashes,pouting just so, even to how I licked my lips plus other methods toattract male attention. Madam Simms had given me an anatomically correctlove doll to practice my more advanced education. I spent a lot of timejust reading magazines like *quot;Cosmo,*quot; *quot;Play Girl,*quot; *quot;s*******n,*quot; and thelike. In addition I read a lot of romance novels and watched way toomany chick flicks.An hour before bedtime each night I had to make entries into my diary.If you think those entries were just mundane repetitions of what happenedto me that day you're wrong. No, I had to make entries not only in aneat feminine script but from a girl's point of view. My love doll'sname was Jake, no mistaking the gender of that name, became *quot;my*quot;boyfriend. As such, I made daily entries into my diary all about how*quot;wonderful,*quot; *quot;darling,*quot; and *quot;sweet*quot; he was to be with and how much I*quot;wanted*quot; him in a much more personal way. Yuck! If you read my diary youwould swear a love sick adolescent girl was the author. It took severalmonths, some pain and nausea before I acted excited and enthusiasticenough to please my nanny.It was also determined by Madam Simms that I was now old enough to havemy period. Now that was almost as disgusting as having to make out withJake. I learned all about keeping track of my cycle, the use of tampons,pads and other hygiene practices of a woman who's sexually active.Most of my lessons concentrated on my inter-personal relationships andhygiene but not all. I had to keep up with the latest fashions, makeupand music plus I had ballet. I eagerly awaited my dance classes as I wasdriven to Madam Lily's studio for those. There is no way to put intowords how delighted I was to actually be outside but these excursionswere closely supervised. I was entered into her regular class of girlsabout my own age. I was scared, shy and intimidated attending thosefirst classes. I was scared that I would be discovered as a boy. I wasshy being the *quot;new girl*quot; and never had to socialize with them as an equalbefore. Their talent intimidated me as I didn't have the long termtraining they had. However after two or three classes I became verycomfortable being around them. With all my training I could easily talkon their level about fashions, makeup, boys, music and boys. Within afew weeks I was friends with most of the f******n girls in the class.Ballet was a welcome relief from my intensive *quot;girlie*quot; training and justbeing able to talk to others my age refreshing. Looking back on thoseearly days I should have expected something was wrong. I still thoughtof myself as a male but I had absolutely no sexual feelings towards anyof them. What I found myself doing was comparing their clothing, styleand looks to my own. Even Heather the prettiest girl in my class withher firm C-cup breasts, flowing golden hair and green eyes didn't get aphysical reaction out of me. I just lusted after her beautiful greeneyes wishing I had them.My trips out of the house were not just to ballet. Occasionally MadamSimms escorted me to the mall to do window shopping mostly. She usedthese times to observe me using my flirting techniques to get boysinterested in me and how I reacted to seeing a really cute outfit.Initially I used these trips to see if I could find a way to escape butover time the impossibility of it dawned on me. Madam Simms kept a verytight rein on me and never let me out of her sight or grasp. Once I sawa police officer close by and thought about running up to him andpleading for help but didn't have the courage.Think about it, I looked and appeared to be a pretty teenage girl. I wasdressed in panties, B-cup naturally filled out bra, frilly semi-transparent pink nylon blouse, black mini-skirt, black hose and pink fourinch spike heeled strappy sandals. I had been using my feminine voicefor so long there was no way I could ever sound like a man and in fullmakeup. None of the girls at ballet had a second thought that I wasanything but a pretty eighteen year old girl. Even I no longerquestioned that after seeing myself so many times in the mirror. Theonly thing that proved otherwise was my chastity device. If I ran up tothat officer and said I was a boy being forced to wear girl's clothing bythe time he quit laughing Madam Simms would have pulled me away. Ididn't even want to think of the punishment that act would get me. Afterthat day I pretty much gave up any hope of escaping my fate. Hell, bynow, even my thought processes were becoming almost totally feminine. Ifound myself thinking of myself as a girl more and more as each daypassed. I even tried walking and behaving like a boy a few times butfailed dismally. My only hope now rested in becoming all the girl Ipossibly could so that Stephanie would release me from Madam Simms.Now that I had been in this room for a few months, I saw Stephanie moreand more often. At first she was still very cold and aloft but graduallyshe seemed to warm. On her last visit she hinted that if I continued tobehave and conduct myself as the pretty girl I appeared to be she wouldlet me continue to live in the house without any direct supervision.Talk about an incentive. So I did my very best and completely submergedmy real self some where in the very back of my mind. After another sixmonths, I was given a choice by Stephanie.*quot;Darla Jean I have a proposition for your consideration. You cancontinue here under Madam Simms's care or you can move on with your life.No, don't say anything until you hear me out. Should you decide to moveon, you will have to agree to go out with a young man I have selected.He comes from a good family and, in a way, is special like you are. Ineed to form a relationship with his family and getting you two togetherwill seal the deal. You have until your ballet recital next Saturday togive me your answer, any questions?*quot; she said.To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. Go out with a boy,was the first question that hit me and the second was could I even dothat. I don't know how long I sat there with my mouth working butnothing coming out but finally managed to ask,*quot;Wha...what do..do you meango out?*quot;*quot;What I mean is that you will agree to marry this gentleman if he asksand become his legal wife. This state recognizes same sex marriages andyour union will form the business base that I need. Like I said, don'tgive me your answer now wait until after your recital and get to meethim. If I were you, I'd give my request very serious thought,*quot; she saidgetting up and leaving.Holy crap! That was a stunner. I never expected anything like that andwas totally taken away by her demands. What was I going to do? I wasn'tgay but then again I wasn't a real man anymore either. My penis wassmall and didn't really work, I had real boobs and a full B-cup at that. Thanks to my corsetry my body shape was definitely female and I had towear at least four inch heels to even walk comfortably. As I peered intomy full length mirror all I saw was a young woman and a pretty one atthat. Madam Simms's intense training regarding female to malerelationships had really dimmed my aversion to gay sex. Not totally butto a large extent anyway in that I didn't toss my cookies or get sickperforming those intimate acts.There was that great big carrot though. I could get my freedom from notonly Madam Simms but Stephanie as well. It would be a totally differentlife than what I had planned but still I had been living full time as agirl for about two years. There were even aspects of womanhood that Iactually had grown to enjoy. Things like the wonderful clothing choicesand variety, the silkiness of the lingerie and that I could show myemotions or silliness without qualms.So here I sit awaiting my cue to go on stage. I met my husband to be,you might have guessed it, his name is Jake. To be exact JakeSummersfield Esquire, the third son of the Summersfield's of New York.He's tall, quite handsome with a muscled frame and a junior partner inhis father's prestigious law firm. I still haven't made my finaldecision yet but my time is running out. Oh dear, that's my cue. Whatam I gonna do?