Date: Mon, 11 May 2020 21:28:10 +0000 (UTC) From: "Dennis St,John" Subject: Down the Rabbit Hole - Part Two DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE PART TWO By Dennis St. John This book entirely fictional and solely for adult entertainment as it contains graphic sex between m/m m/b, bondage, rape, taboo subjects, offensive words, and language, and generally ignores PC correctness, the rules of good behavior and good manners. Being duly warned, read on. Copyright © 2020 by Dennis St. John. All rights reserved. First Electronic Edition: April 2020 PART TWO Standing in the shower washing off the cream Jimmy sprayed over my body with a buff pad, I was having second thought about going through with me being dressed up as a girl. I wasn't sure what the cream was supposed to do until what little body hair I had vanished down the drain. Coming out, Jimmy was there to dry me off and I found I was hairless from the neck down, including the little hair I had around my crotch. "The panties and clothes will feel so much better without the itchy hair." After last night I was still a little shy about him drying me down there, but he slapped my hands away when I tried covering my cock. "Don't be such a sissy. I'll take care of you from now on, and you don't have any secrets from me." As if to emphasis his words, he knelt down and carefully dried me between the legs, giving my cock a quick kiss. "You look so much better without hair, not that you had much to start with. Your little sissy cock looks perfect without a bush, like when you were ten." He laughed softly. That made me blush. "It feels odd." "I know, but you'll get use to it." After drying my hair, Jimmy carefully check my face to make sure I'd removed all the makeup. Today, he just combed it back so I looked like an ordinary boy. I wondered what I was going to wear, until Jimmy handed me a pair of tan shorts and a tee shirt. I didn't even have any underwear on and Jimmy just waved my protest away. "You won't need any." The shorts were a little baggy, not that I cared. Most of my old shorts were about the same, and the tee shirt a little big, one of his I suspected. The only thing left of mine were the old gyn shoes and no socks, so I didn't look any different than any other boy on the street. Aunty Jimmy's outfit made him look very stylish, and with the make up I doubt most people would suspect he was a man. We took the bus and got off in the heart of Soho and made our way through the crowed streets to a hair salon and upscale dress shop where Jimmy greeted the people inside like old friends. There were several woman in there getting their hair done, and I felt a little out of place in a ladies hair dressers. While Jimmy went off to talk to someone, I sat and hid behind a magazine and pretended to read. I wasn't really sure why we were here until I saw Jimmy motioning me to the back of the shop. The back door led to a smaller hair dressing salon. There was no one else there so I took it this was a private place for people like Jimmy. "Hop in the chair, Bobbie and Samantha can start of your hair." The young woman I took to be Samantha came over then, siring a cup of something. "Here, drink this. It's hot coco." "Thank you." "You're welcome." She and Jimmy walked off to the side and murmured to each other about something while I drank my coco. It was just the right temperature, and it made me relax. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. Finishing it I lay back and waited for Samantha to begin, and sort of drifted off. I hear Jimmy say something about a perm and color but it didn't really register. At one point I felt Samantha turn my head and put something on my ear lobes, but I don't know what. A little while later she told me to turn my head and hold still. I did and heard a loud `Click!' and she did something to my ear lobes. Several time I felt something pricking my face, but was told to hold still. Whatever she was doing was just a little uncomfortable, especially when I felt her pinch my nipples. I dimly hear the words saline solution, not that it meant anything to me, just the discomfort. In a way, the whole experience was sort of dreamy and I didn't really wake up until later to find myself on a small bed naked and covered with a blanket. Just then the door to the little room opened and Jimmy came in carrying several packages. "Oh good, you're wake. Time to get dressed." "What... what happened?" "Nothing, you just fell asleep so Samantha worked on you. Let's get you properly dressed." I was suddenly scared and didn't want to go through with it. "Please Aunty Jimmy... can't we do it... I'm scared." I stopped talking seeing her stern look. "I won't!" crossing my arms and glaring at him. How I was going to get home without clothes hadn't occurred to me. "Do you want me to spank you right here and have everyone hear you squealing and crying?" I shook my head. "Ummm no." "Then behave yourself or I will. Now, stand up and drop the blanket." I did and stood there shivering in the cold air as he opened one of the bag. Out came a pair of plain white schoolgirl panties and he held them out. "Put these one and be quick about it." I did as he turned and took something else out. I bit my lower lip, finding it a little sore for some reason as Jimmy held out a pastel colored training bra like mother buy for their daughter the first time. This had little frilly white lace around the bottom and top and padded cups to make it look as if I had little girly titties. With just a hand motion I held out my arms, then turned so he could hook the ends together, feeling the bra nestle across my chest. Strangely, for a brief moment, I had the impression and had little mounds on my chest before they disappeared inside the bra cups. "Now then, let me see. Turn around slowly." "Yes, Mistress." I turned, seeing him give me a pensive look, his perfectly manicured, red painted fingernail tapped his lower lip. "Yes, stocking and a garter belt would be to much for a girl your age. White knee socks would be better and a white chiffon blouse." Jimmy thought of everything, and after pulled on the sock he held out the blouse for me. Unlike an ordinary boy's shirt, this buttoned up the back except for a few buttons on the front. Jimmy undid three of them and pulled the collar open. It wasn't enough so my bra showed, but enough so it looked as if I had titties. Next came the skirt, and I was hoping it was long enough to cover my knees. It wasn't, it was a mini skirt, all the rage in London right now, what with Twiggy and all. Jimmy took out a light jacker and a pair of black `Mary Jane' shoes, complete with silver buckles and flat, two inch heels. Now dressed, I thought it was over, but Jimmy shook his head. "You need a little something to set your outfit off." This turned out to be a wide black velvet collar with a small pink heart in the center. At the time I didn't see what was written on it, and only saw `Sissy Boy' in small white letters written on it later. Jimmy adjusted the band at the back so it stay up around my throat, but not too tight. Even so it was hard to swallow the lump I felt, shaking slightly knowing I was about to walk out the front door into the street. "Aunty Jimmy... I can't do this. Everyone will know!" "Know what, Bobbie?" "That I'm a boy dressed in girl's clothes." I replied with a soft sob. "Oh really, you think so?" Smiling, he walking over to the closet, he opened the door and I saw myself in the full length mirror inside. "Ooooo." Was all I could say." What looked back at me was a young teen girl, and even I couldn't see me, the boy inside. I was a girl from head to foot, her light blond hair cut and shaped to frame her young, soft made up face. My lips now looked pink and pouty as if I wanted to be kissed, and one look told me my finger nail were painted again the same color as my lipstick. To me I looked hot and innocent at the same time. It was then I noticed the little dangling earing and knew she'd pierce my ear while I was asleep. I began to wonder what else she'd done to me, remembering the hot coco, and then falling asleep. That made me a little angry, not really wanted to be turn so completely into a girl. "Time to go, baby girl. Your first `outing' into the street." He laughed and I wondered why he'd emphasis the word `outing'. "Here's your purse with your lipstick, some money and a power puff when you need to go powder your nose. Just remember to use the girl's toilet, not the boys. We don't want anything naughty happening to you by accident." I wondered what naughty meant. Jimmy took my hand, but he had to pull a little to get me to move. Walking through the salon to the admiring gaze of the ladies getting their hair and makeup done was bad enough. Walking out into the street was a little terrifying. Jimmy stopped for a moment to pull on a pair of white gloves, giving me time to gather myself. I stood there, too terrified move, expecting the people to start laughing, point and calling me a sissy, queer, or nancy boy. Absolutely nothing happened, the people glanced at me and walked on about there business. The ground didn't open and swallow me, or bolts of lightening come down to strike me dead. It was if me standing here dressed and made up to look like a young girl was the most ordinary thing in the world. "Let's go to LLyons Corner House and had a nice cup of tea and something to eat, what do you say?" At last I was able to move, Aunty Jimmy's words breaking me out of my funk. "Yes... Aunty Jimmy." He leaned down to fluff my hair. "Just to be safe, call me Mommy. It will look more natural that way." I gulped and nodded. "Oh yes, Mommy. Can I have some cake?" "We'll see, dear. Now come along and stop dawdling." "Yes, Mommy." I giggled softly. If sounded funny calling Aunty Jimmy, Mommy, in another way it felt good. He took my hand and we walked off down the road towards Oxford street. I could see Jimmy getting a lot of admiring looks for men, and a few even looked at me and smiled. I wondered what they were thinking. Dirty thought, or did I just remind them of their favorite niece or daughter. Gradually I relax, and as Jimmy said, people believe what they see. I was dressed like a young girl, so therefor I was a young girl. As long as I didn't break the illusion, no one would know. By the time we reached LLyon's Corner House I was starting to have fun as I remembered how girls walked and acted. I decided to do a little skip like I'd seen a girl do, but Jimmy jerked my arm. "Behave yourself, young lady, or you'll go over my knee when we get home." I gulped. "Yes, Mommy." Shivering at the though of being over Mistress's knee dressed like this. Our afternoon tea was wonderful and I remember to behave just as my real mother taught me, even crooking my little finger slightly when I drank my tea. Jimmy smiled in approval. Mostly I was too shy to look up at the people around me, but I did catch the waiter trying to look down my blouse. Jimmy caught the blush. "What's the matter dear?" "That man was trying to look down my blouse." "That's to be expected, dear. There are a number of men eyeing you." "What!" "Not to worry, all they see is what they expect to see, a teenage girl out with her aunt or mother." Jimmy smiled. "The boy will be trying to look up your skirt as well, so keep your knees together like a proper young lady." That made me blush even more. It was something I'd done on more than one occasion, catching a glimpse of panties. On the way home on the bus, I kept my knees together and my purse on my lap as extra security. At one stop, a young girl and her mother got on and took the bench seat across from us, and I noticed the way the girl sat, smoothing her skirt over her bottom as she sat down. Like me she was careful to keep her knees together. We smiled at each other and she gave me a wink. After giving her mother a sideways glance, she placed her hand on her thighs, and I noticed she was wearing stocking or pantyhose under the mini skirt, but I couldn't tell which. Giving me a slight smile, she slowly opened her legs, giving me a flash of her white panties. I couldn't see any garter straps so she had to be wearing pantyhose. I smiled, and taking a careful look at her mother and Aunty Jimmy I opened my legs for a moment, hoping she wouldn't see my semi stiff cock poking the panties out. She smiled back at me and suppressed a giggle. Her mother looked, hearing that, but she just gave her an innocent smile, as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. The brazen little slut was as honey as I was. We played peek-a-boo for several more stops as people got off and on, and help cover what we were doing. Jimmy stood, and I knew it was our stop, and after waving at each other we got off. I soon found out our little panty show hadn't gone un-noticed. After taking her coat off, he grabbed me by the elbow and marched me into the bedroom. "Let's get this dress of, first. We don't want to get your new dress all wrinkled and messed up, now do we." "N-no, Mistress." I wasn't sure what he meant by first. I carefully hung the dress on a hanger and placed in it the wardrobe, turning back in time to see Jimmy picked up the chair and the hair brush. Now I knew I knew I was in trouble. As before, he set the chair in the middle of the room and sat. "Come here!" "What... I didn't do anything wrong." Even as I protested my innocents I walked over, obedient as always. "Beside the little panty peek-a-boo, you and that girl were playing on the bus, you deserve to be punished for that little temper tantrum at the beauty salon." Grabbed my arm, Jimmy forced me over his lap. This time, he'd removed his dress and I felt his warm, naked thighs against my tummy. "Please.. I didn't mean to." "I'm not interested in your excuses. I told you I didn't tolerate disobedience, temper tantrums, sulking, pouting, eye rolling or snotty remarks. Am I clear?" "Y-yes, Mistress." While he spoke, Jimmy ran his hand over my panty covered bottom, squeezing and patting. His hand traveled down my thighs, making me shiver as he gently pushed my legs apart. His hand returned to my bottom and I felt him hook his fingers into the waist band. He didn't just jerk them down, but slowly working from side to side an inch at a time, gradually exposing my bottom. "All panty boys have to learn obedience and to submit to the wishes of their Mistress and Master without protest." Aunty Jimmy started spanking me them, but with his hand, not the hair brush. Each time his hand smacked my bare bottom he'd rub the spot and slip his hand between my open legs, caressing my cock and balls. I just moaned, feeling myself stiffen. Smack, caress, smack, caress, getting me harder and harder. "You're such a bad little sissy, aren't you Bobbie." "Y-yes Mistress, I am." "So disobedient." Smack, caress. "Yes, Mistress." Shuddering in erotic delight. "I know you want to let go and cry, just like a little sissy pansy." "Oooo yes, Mistress." I knew what he wanted, and the hard smack to my bare bottom gave me the excuse to let go and cry. I did and it felt good. "That's it, let it all out. Tell your Mistress what a bad little sissy boy you are." "I'm a bad little sissy pansy. I'm disobedient and should be spanked. Ooooo." I moaned as his hand landed a little harder, whimpering and sobbing. "Yes, I know, all sissy panty boys need to be spanked regularly to make the behave, don't that, Bobbie?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good sissy. Now I have to punish you for your temper tantrum." This time the hair brush landed, hard and sharp. I let out a long hiss of pain until he stroked my cock, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. Next came a soft hand smack and the caress, leaving me sobbing. Again, the brush landed, making me yelp, tears streamed down my face and I felt my body shudder with pleasure. Two more slaps with the hand and the caress before the brush landed again. I ached my body up begging for the caress, right on the edge of cumming, but Aunty Jimmy wouldn't let me cum. He calmed me down by stroking my sore bottom and thighs. "Two more, Bobbie to make you understand your place." "Y-y-yes Mistress." Reaching under my hips, Jimmy stroked my cock and held it tight as the last two smacks with the hair brush laned, hard and stinging. If he hadn't been holding my cock, I know I would have shot my load all over his stocking covered leg. I squealed out loud shuddering from head to foot, so desperate to cum. Jimmy helped me to my feet and kissed my wet lips. "Are you going to behave yourself and do what you are told without arguing from now on?" "Y-y-yes, Mistress. I will, I promise." "Good boy, now kneel down." I sank to my knee and looked at my Mistress. "Now you are going to show me how sorry you are for being bad. Pull my panties down." My finger shook as I found the waist band and slowly worked the panties down, the same way He'd pulled mine down. I couldn't help gasping as I saw his cock for the first time. Hidden under the panties laying in bed, I never realized just how big Jimmy was. Compared to mine it was huge, at least seven inches long and already semi stiff. "How sorry are you for being bad, Bobbie?" "V-very sorry, Mistress." "Then do what you want to do the other night. Show me how sorry you are." I let out a sob, tears still streaming down my face. Here it was, my last act of submission, sealing my fate as a sissy panty boy. With a sob I opened my mouth and licked the tip before taking the bulbus head in my mouth. Even as I did, his cock got stiffer and if anything, bigger. Something flowed out the tip into my mouth was filled with a musky taste, pre-cum I learned later. I looked up, seeing Aunty Jimmy smiling down at me, a look of triumph on his face. "That's perfect Bobbie, suck my cock like a good little queer." I gasped, not only to take a breath, but hearing the words. I shivered, was that what I was now, a cock sucking sissy queer? Jimmy cock filled my mouth and I wanted it there I admitted to myself at last. This is what I wanted to do the other night until he stopped me. Jimmy took hold of my head, holding it tight and started pumping his cock in and out of my wet mouth. "I'm going to teach you how to suck cock properly like a good little sissy bitch." All I could do was moan and cry. "I just love fucking your sweet virgin mouth. With each push, his cock went deeper, at last hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. Jimmy stopped and pulled back, permitting me to breath as he let go one hand and slapped my cheek. "Come on, relax and take my cock like a good little faggot bitch, you know you want it." He panted, his voice full of passion. Attempting to shake my head was impossible as he began fucking my mouth again, deeper, and deeper. This time I managed to hold down my aga reflex, feeling the head of his cock slid down my throat. I couldn't hold it any longer, desperate to breath and gag. "That's a good little bitch, you'll get use to it. Soon you'll be able to take it all the way down your throat, now get on the bed!" He commanded. Scrambling to my feet I ran to the bed and lay down, still sobbing and crying. Jimmy followed, grabbing my panties he roughly pulled them off as he got on the bed and straddled me. "On your knee little bitch, Mistress is going to fuck your tight virgin boy pussy." Saying that he grabbed my hips and lifted them off the bed and pushed my legs into position with his knees. "Please Mistress..." "Shut up you little cunt and do what you're told. Spread your legs!" I did, excited and scared at the same time. I'd never seen Jimmy like this and it frightened me. "Please... don't rape me..." I pleaded, even knowing it wouldn't stop him. Jimmy let out a bark of a laugh. "Oh no, you're going to get your sweet boy cunt fucked tonight, like it or not." The tip of his big cock pressed against my ring." Give me that pussy bitch boy, that's all you're good for now." I screamed as he forced the head of his cock through the tight ring, struggling to escape but it was no use. Jimmy held my hips tight, pulling me back. Sobbing and crying he held me tight as he fucked his way into my tight hole, laughing as I squealed and moaned. "Oh, fuck yes! I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw your sweet little boy ass. Just the right age to turn you into a proper little bitch." A wave of shame swept over me, visions of him watching me when I changed, or came out of the shower. This is what he wanted to do all along and just waited until the moment was right. He'd fucked me willingly the first time and at the end it did feel good, but this was what he really wanted to do. Rape the pathetic little sissy queer and turn him into a submissive little pansy bitch. Gradually the pain lessens as my ring expanded to accommodate his big cock. Once it did he started fucking me, first long slow stoke, then short fast ones before going back to long one, to one point taking his cock all the way out and plunging it right back in. "Move your sissy cunt, bitch!" He slapped my bottom hard, stinging and erotic. I just moaned and did what I was told. Hating that it felt good, shivering in delight hearing him talk nasty to me. "That's it, squeal for me, bitch. Let me hear you whimpering in shame." It wasn't hard for me to do what I was told, and the shameful whimpering wasn't all pretend. I heard Jimmy moan and lean over my back. "You like me turning you into a little girl, didn't you, sweet stupid Bobbie." "Nooooo!" "Lying little cunt. You love feeling my big hard cock fucking your tight virgin pussy, don't you?" "Nooo.... Yes!" I sobbed at last, knowing he was right I did. "You love me dressing you up like a little fucking girl, don't you?" I nodded, unable to say the word. "That's what I thought. No more boy's clothes for you, little Bobbie. You're going to be dressed as a girl from now on, understand?" I nodded, shivering at the thought of never being permitted to wear boy's or men's clothes ever again. What would my mother say if she saw me, or my school friends? Shame and Humiliation is an odd thing, making me stiff instead of limp. As Jimmy said, at the right moment, all those nasty, dirty names was so erotic and I wanted more. "I'm a dirty little panty wearing sissy faggot!" I moaned and Jimmy laughed, fucking me hard and fast. "I know you are my baby girl Bobbie. You're a dirty little cock sucking sissy faggot now!" Jimmy slammed his cock all the way in and held it there, and I felt it pulsing as he filled my boy pussy with his cum. My little sissy cock let go at the same time, leaving my limp and sobbing. I loved it. Jimmy rolled off to the side with a contented sigh and we lay there for a while with him cuddling me. Slowly I stopped crying, feeling warm and safe. At last he got up and went to get a warm towel to clean me with, gently spreading my cheeks to clean off his cum. It was then I found he'd use lube, having thought ahead to this. He slipped my panties back on and placed a pad inside. "Don't want my baby girl leaking on the sheets and have you sleep on the wet stop." That made me giggle, even though I was still a little mad at him for raping me. -Pulling back the covered he put me to bad and tucked me in, kissing my cheek as I drifted off to sleep. "Sweet dreams sissy boy." He whispered. Distantly I felt him get into bed on his side, but wiggled over to cuddle me. As I drifted off, I had a thought of what I must have looked like, on my hands and knees getting fucked like a little bitch, hearing his words and the names he'd called me, panting, and wiggling my butt at the end to get his cock in deeper. Aunty Jimmy was as good as his word. No more boy's clothes for me. The closest was when I wore jeans, but these zipped up the side or back, rather than the front, and my shirt blouse buttoned left over right and sheer enough so you could see my pink training bra underneath, emphasizing I had tits rather than hiding them. Reluctantly, I had to accept I had little fourteen year old girly tits now for some unknown reason. Jimmy found me in the bathroom crying one morning after I'd taken a shower. We'd been out running, both wearing ladies and girl running shorts and tops so Jimmy went first, then me. Stepping out I saw myself in the mirror, and the definitely mounds on my chest. I stopped in shock, shaking my head in denial. The lavender and tea tree old he'd been rubbing on my chest twice a day to relieve the soreness wasn't helping, and I now knew why my chest was sore. I was growing breast, and it was at that moment I realized I could never go back to being a boy or a man again. Jimmy came in in response to my sobbing and asked what was wrong. I just waved a hand at my chest. "Oh dear, I was afeard this might happen." "What?" "Um... well, it's to do with the chemicals they use to preserve the fibers in the material of panties." Jimmy took me into his arms and hugged me. "Some boys have this reaction when exposed to that chemical for a long time. I should have known." I just cried on his soft breast as he stroked my hair. "But... but... if I stop wearing panties?" Jimmy shook his head. "I'm sorry, baby girl, it's too late. Once the process starts it's impossible to reverse." It was only later I found out what a wonderful lie that was. He didn't tell me about the Estrogen and other drugs he was adding to my coco, nor that fact my cock would shrink and my ball pull back up. Once they did, it only took a minor operation to tuck them in and remove the ball sack. That meant I'd end up with a little sissy cock and a smooth, hairless crotch. Just the way dirty old men loved it when they were molesting and fucking an innocent, make believe twelve/thirteen year old tweeny girl. I'd be their naughty daughter or niece, or the cute teen girl next door they dreamed about fucking when they were growing up. But that is another story. Jimmy cuddled me first and then softly dried my chest before turning me to face the mirror "You have to admit they look nice." He ran his finger tip over the mouth and pink nipples, then squeezed them. "But... but... Jimmy... I'm a boy. I sobbed. SMACK! Jimmy's hand landed on my bare bottom, hard, stringing. "You're not a boy any longer, Bobbie, so get use to it. You're the pamper little sissy beta boy you were always meant to be. You know you have no interest in a girl's pussy, because you are a pussy." That made me shiver. Even without makeup, the work the beauty salon ladies did on my face made me look like a young girl all the time. "You are now what they call a lady boy, and soon you will have proper tits like a real girl. No more training bras for you. Now finish up and get dressed." My chest-of-draws was now full of teen clothes, not that I ever got the chance to pick out what I wanted to wear. Jimmy would lay out my clothes and I'd have to put them on, or else. Sunday was always the worse day of the week for me, as I had to wear a black and white maid's dress and clean, dust and tidy the apartment while Jimmy went shopping. Invariably I'd end up over his knee getting a punishment spanking and corner time for failing to clean something properly, or forgetting something. Of course, I'd have to get down on my knees and show my Mistress how sorry I was before having to return to the corner. By this time, I was getting more comfortable and relaxed going out dressed, but I was still shy about man looking and boys giving me the eye. By calling around, I found out where my mother was and called her, not having heard from her for a while. "Hi Mom. How are you?" "I'm well, dear. How are you getting on?" Jimmy came up and put his arms around me and I let him listen in. "I'd doing good, Mom. Working hard." "That's good. How come your voice sound funny?" I blushed. "Oh that. I have a bit of a cold is all." I heard her laugh. "Goodness me, you almost sound like a girl." I grimaced and Jimmy suppressed a laugh. "Look after yourself, son. How soon will you be going to sea again?" "I'm not sure, why?" "Well, I have this opportunity to go to America as a Nanny." She left the sentence hanging in the air. "Oh... I... well. How long will you be gone?" "I really don't know, dear. Maybe a long time, but you'll be okay." "Yeah, Mom. I'll be okay. I have the possibility of a berth on a round the world cruise to Australia and back ." "Oh, that's wonderful. Take care of yourself, son." "I will, Mom. Love you." Unwanted tears started running down my face uncontrollable. I hung up the phone and Jimmy gathered me in his arms. "I'm sorry baby girl." "She just walked away... hung up and left me, just like my Dad." "I know, Bobbie. It's hard. Guess I'll have to be your Mommy now, would you like that?" I felt a pain in my chest like nothing I'd ever felt before, and for a moment a feeling of loneliness wept over me. "Would you..." I murmured, looking up. "Would I what, Bobbie?" I swallowed hard. "Would you be my Mommy?" Suddenly I was scared he say no. "Yes, Dear, of course I will." Jimmy brushed hair out of my eye and kissed me. "You need someone to look after you, don't you?" "Yes, Mommy." Suddenly I was twelve again, insecure, craving my mother attention and approval, something she rarely gave me. Jimmy would give me both. He kissed my softly, hugging me tight. "If I'm your mother now, as well as your Mistress. It's my duty to make sure you are brought up right, teach you how to dress, do your makeup and act correctly." "Yes, Mommy." I replied, wondering what he had in mind. I found out the next day after coming out of the shower and being dried off and powdered and my hair pinned up. "I need you to put on these tights." I no longer made a muss about what I was to wear, as it did no good and there was the likelihood I'd get my bottom spanked if I made to much of a fuss. First a pair of white bikini panties, then the tights, and they were, tight I mean, with my little sissy cock tucked back, the tight panties and the even tighter tights, my crotch was almost as smooth as a girls. Jimmy held out a white body suit and it took me a moment to pull it up my legs and get my arms down the long sleeves. It fitted my upper body like a glove, and it was easy to see I had tits, even as small and undeveloped as they were. Jimmy knelt down and fitted soft pallet slippers to my feet, then holding out a thin, sheer pink skirt. He wrapped it around my waist and tied it at the back and I wondered why I was wearing it. It wasn't really a skirt at all, as it barely covered my bottom. "Ummm very nice. Do you like it?" I walked over and looked in the full length mirror, turning this way and that like a girl to see different parts of my body. "I guess so, but it's a little revealing, Mommy. "Good, because, starting Monday, you'll be taking ballet lessons from nine to three, Monday, Wednesday and Friday." "What! Ballet... no way..." I stuttered to a halt seeing the look on Jimmy's face. He wasn't kidding. "But... But... do I have to?" I pleaded. "Yes, dear you do. Your deportment is disgraceful and you stomp around like a constipated gorilla instead of the nice, refined young lady you are supposed to be. For a moment I thought I was going to get a spanking when Jimmy walked over and picked up the hair brush. I let out my breath when he unpinned my hair and started brushing it. "You do want me to brush your hair instead of paddling your sweet bottom, don't you, Bobbie dear." "Yes, Mommy." I murmured, looking down. "I thought so." My argument forgotten. END PART TWO