Hello!
Yes,
I’m talking to you,
yes you!
The one who is reading this story and yes… of course I am aware of you.
Don’t ask any silly questions, just pay attention.
My Mistress made me this well aware and so,
I know that you are reading this story,
hey… don’t skip a few paragraphs or a few pages here and there,
you would only completely miss the whole story.
I just have this time left to me, tell to you my story.
My name is Miki, Miki Monroe, and no…
I am no relation to Marilyn.
I am sixteen years old,
but I soon won’t be…
I will however only be still aware of what I once was, to a small extent,
a lasting reminder,
to aid in my punishment,
which I fully and completely accept.
I am my Teacher’s Pet,
I wear a dog collar around my neck and I accept the conditions for wearing it.
To save you all from being confused, my Teacher is my Mistress.
I know already by the way you are sitting there on the edge of your seat,
eager to learn how all of this actually happened.
Well, it pays to pay attention and to read my story properly.
I can assure you that you won’t be disappointed.
I am telling you this story because I have to,
my Mistress has told me to do so and I must obey her.
You’ll soon know as to the reasons why.
I have long strawberry blonde hair that is right down to my waist,
I am dressed as a 3-month-old baby girl and that is what I shall soon be fully regressed to.
All shall become fully clear to you,
I promise you.
I am wearing the prettiest frilliest cute pale pink dress you could ever imagine,
it has short puffed sleeves with pink lace trim and bows all around the cuffs of the sleeves,
the dress has ruffles with bows and there are lairs upon lairs of frills all the way around the skirt of the dress and it is all made of pure satin.
I am also wearing a pair of matching pale pink plastic frilly pants,
but there are frills on the front also, underneath my ever so pretty plastic frilly pants,
I am wearing the fluffiest Terry Towelling Nappy ever,
I am also wearing cute white baby anklet socks ruffled at the top with pink lace trim and a pair of pale pink Maryjanes also upon my feet.
My beautiful long strawberry long blonde hair is tied into pigtails with pale pink silk ribbons.
Upon my hands,
I am wearing cute pale pink baby mittens to help me to be as helpless as a baby.
I am using a speech recognition computer to convey my story to you.
I won’t be fully turned into the physical body to that of a baby girl of 3 months old, because this is also part of my punishment too,
which I also accept.
I have been changed by means you may find hard to believe,
but I can assure you that it is all true.
I was changed by the combination of magic and by the manipulation of Exotic Matter,
I know what you are thinking,
Exotic Matter is just a scientific theory,
that’s exactly what I thought and how does magic fit into all of this?
I hear you ask.
I did ask my Mistress, but she told me that simply magic and Exotic Matter has a very special symbiotic relationship with one another,
most people are not aware of.
After experiencing the effects of this bizarre combined power of magic and the manipulation of Exotic Matter used on myself,
I can well believe that this such power is by no means easy to explain,
but it sure does work.
I can assure you I took no hormone pills and my Mistress has no need for such things for she is,
if there is such a classification, she is a Grand Mistress,
for she has forgiven the term here,
both mastered the art of magic and the art of Exotic Matter manipulation.
I have spent my life now two weeks as a young female,
yes, you heard correctly,
I did say half, why half?
You may well ask because it is the wishes of my Mistress and also part of my punishment,
don’t worry you shall soon know fully the whole affair,
be patient and you shall be rewarded,
I promise you.
I was given a partial change,
that’s right, in truth, I am indeed a boy,
well, I was.
Now I am a She-Male.
Even though my life began as a true male,
but you shall soon come to know and understand the reasons for all of my punishments.
I bet this has shocked you?
Well, stay with me, as I know that you must by now have lots of questions,
but be patient.
All shall be made clear,
I was once was…
which, you may find very hard to believe,
a nerd and a posh spoilt brat.
I wore always three-piece suits,
but to my shame now,
I was once an art student at Blakely College in Blakely, an average-sized town in the far South West end of Yorkshire.
Blakely College was a fairly big college and it held a good and extensive amount of studies there,
from Science,
to IT,
Art,
English Lit,
Economics,
The list goes on,
but there was one study course in particular in which was a study course strictly for girls only and even if it wasn’t I now know why,
why boys would not even dream of taking such a study course,
unless they are like me.
My real name at the time of my once male life,
was Marvin, Marvin Maxwell.
I had short strawberry blonde hair back then, sleek-ed back with plenty of hair gel of course, my hair had to always look immaculate.
I told you I was a posh nerd.
Anyway, the all-girl study course was a study course in The Introduction To Feminist Thought.
This is an Interdisciplinary Examination of the History and Contemporary Practice of Feminist Thought. The topics included:
The History of Feminist Thought in Western Culture, t
he Broadening and Contemplation of that canon to include Examination of Race,
Class,
Gender,
Sexuality,
Ableism,
Ageism,
and the Implication of Feminist Thought.
I dare any guy to try and take such a study course.
I had my mother in part to buy my way into being able to take part in the Feminist Study Course,
but it was also the revealing of my secret too,
that was told to the head Dean of Blakely College that got me into the study class.
It was not easy at first for me to get my way into becoming a student of the study course,
all of my attempts to become one had failed and I shall tell you exactly how that happened.
How it all Begun.
Everything all began really from that day I went to Blakely College,
the first attempt I made to get into the Feminist Study Class.
I walked it to College as I usually do,
for my private and exclusive flat is only a few yards away from the college
it has the most excellent view of the entrance from my bedroom window
if I tilt my special reflective window just at the right angle,
I can get a most perfect view.
This was how I was able to manage to draw nearly most of the girls from the college in such revealing positions.
A few others had been of some of the girls from my art class.
I had been working towards my Master’s degree in Art,
I was of course already considered to be a Master,
the examination was just a formality.
My work was up there with the grand Masters,
Leonardo Da Vinci,
Michael Angelo.
I was the star pupil,
I had only six more studies to complete and the Grand Masters degree was mine.
But on that day,
Monday it was I got to the Art study class no one else was there,
some of the girls who had attended the class were half-decent to pose,
that was a hoot.
But the other girls were plain dull and ugly.
However, the boys had to pose,
not fun at all to draw,
I on the other hand was the embodiment of perfection,
the perfect height of five foot and five inches tall,
my body was a temple, slim.
I was at the full peak of good health too,
I was perfection.
But alas, I was bored beyond boredom itself.
I needed something of a challenge and then, there it hit me.
For days now I have noticed that the girls who went to the Feminist Study Class,
they were the most sublime nubile beauties I had ever seen,
why did such enchanting creatures that they were going to such a study class?
It figured,
of course,
only but the most beautiful would go to such a study class to get away from pervy nerds like me would never get in with a chance, to do anything.
I had to somehow get into being apart of that class and still be able to hold my dignity and my pride in place.
Just then Susan Wakefield entered the art class.
She was one of the half-decent girls,
she had long jet black hair,
cat green eyes, and an average figure, yes it was quite adequate.
Susan spoke to me in a nice soft voice.
“Hello there Marvin, good morning, what are you doing here so early?”
“What? I’m always here early.”
“Oh yeah, so you are.”
If I did not know any better I would swear that Susan was a dumb blonde.
I then got out my artwork which was, to say the least truly perfect,
but I decided to teas the dumb girl for my own amusement.
“Actually I need to make a few adjustments to this artwork I am trying to finish .”
Susan came across over to look at my Masterpiece, she looked at me confused.
“But Marvin, your artwork is by far the top best piece of artwork that has ever been produced in this art class.
Your artwork is positively flawless.”
Those words of high praise were poetry to my ears.
But I decided to tease Susan further.
“Thank you, Susan, but one has to be critical of one’s own work
so that one can become a true Grand Master.”
Susan gave me a look of shock,
but she defended my pride no end.
“Then you truly are a Grand Master to be able to see mistakes in your own work to improve perfection is the mark of a True Grand Master,
but Marvin, this artwork her is already beyond perfection.”
“Well, then I thank you for your high praise of me,
I shall in that case keep this artwork exactly as it is.
” Susan gave me one of the nicest smiles I had ever seen
Then she went over to her art desk and got out all of her course work and began to pack it into her pink backpack.
I looked at her, not out of concern, but out of curiosity.
Are you not going to stay?”
“Sorry no Marvin, I am being transferred.”
“Transferred! Why?”
“My parents are moving to Oxford and they want me to attend the university there.”
“You are to attend Oxford University?”
At this point, I was gutted and very, not extremely jealous.
“Darn, why didn’t I think of getting myself transferred there.
Say I might just do that…”
But just then my mind came back to the Feminist study class,
I wanted to be a part of that class more than anything.
“Yes, once I have gotten my Masters’s degree which won’t be long now anyway.
I shall transfer myself to Oxford University.”
“In that case, I will see you sometime at the university then Marvin, bye.”
Before I could say another word, Susan was out of the art class.
It was still early and the girls who go the Feminist Study Class had not arrived as yet,
this was the most perfect moment for me to try and get myself into that class.
I got up out of my chair and left,
Mr Felts would not mind if I was to miss Art Class.
I began to make my way towards the Feminist Study Class which was a five-minute walk away to the college library.
The main door was an obvious pink color,
probably it was a deliberate attempt to keep any boy from being curious and trying to peek behind the door.
I ignored the girlish colour and entered into the classroom anyway,
thank goodness the inside of the classroom was just like any other standard design classroom.
A top row of seats,
a middle row and a bottom row of seats
with two sets of steps going all the way down to the bottom of the class
that separated the three rows of seats.
Just at the bottom of the classroom was the most statuesque figure of a woman I had ever seen.
She had long golden blonde hair down to her shapely bottom,
she had a perfect hourglass body any girl would envy.
She had long slender legs, they showed under an oh so wonderful short pink summer dress that had short sleeves,
she had long well-toned arms,
her eyes sparkled like sapphire,
she had the face of an Angel,
this was the teacher of the Feminist Study Class!
I could hardly believe my own eyes.
I already began to see if I could look up the woman’s dress,
In part I blame my mother for my obsession for seeing girls in their underwear,
I hated in which the way she treated me after my father had died leaving her everything in his will to her,
not that she needed it, my mother was already very rich in the higher class of society.
I was humiliated beyond mention,
hence why I finally decided to get a place of my own,
vowing to never see or even speak to my mother again.
So that is how I came to get my own flat.
I quietly sat at the very far back of the top row of seats and put my head down toward a desk in front of me hoping not to get noticed.
To my sheer delight, the girls of the Feminist Study Class began to enter the classroom itself,
they all began to sit down,
I had not been noticed until one girl came up to me and said.
“Excuse me, that happens to be my seat,
go and sit somewhere else if you don’t mind?”
I turned to face her and then she immediately recognized what I was and she said to me in a very loud voice.
“Say… you’re a boy.”
Just then the teacher,
whose name was Miss Lisa Monroe,
came charging up the steps over to where I was sitting and she grabbed me by my ears and she quite literally dragged me out of the Feminist Study Class,
little did I know then, that she would soon become my Mistress.
ANOTHER ATTEMPT TO GET INTO
THE FEMINIST STUDY CLASS
To be dragged by the ears in public, by a woman was I thought, the most humiliating thing that could ever possibly happen to me. Boy how truly wrong was I. Miss Monroe had me now outside of her class and pined up against the the corridor wall where all of the other classes could be reached by. Still holding me by my ears, Miss Monroe began to ask me questions.
“What is your name Boy? Which class are you from?”
“My name is Marvin Miss, Marvin Maxwell…”
“Surely not.” Miss Monroe looked surprised. “You are truly Maxwell, the bright young Arts Master of the Arts Study Class?”
“Yes Miss, that is I.”
Oh how wonderful it was to hear her call me Master, I looked at miss Monroe and smiled at her, believing that my charm would readily win her over. But Miss Monroe soon deflated my pride. “I should have known that you was nothing more than a spoilt brat of a Ponce.” Oh how my dignity and pride were reduced down to size in a split second. Miss Monroe then said to me. “You had better return back to the Arts Study Class immediately, before I end up reporting this incident to the Head Dean.”
Miss Monroe however had not let go of my ears, then she gave a warning. “I warn you Boy… If I ever catch you again in my study class, you shall end up in really big trouble, now go…” She suddenly let go of my ears and even shoved me down the corridor, I nearly almost toppled over as I went stumbling down the corridor back to the Arts Study Class.
Oh how my ears ached, my attention of the pain prevented me catching a quick glance to look up Miss Monroe’s short dress. I was too busy trying to nurse my aching ears. Despite my failure, I was now more than ever determined to some how be apart of the Feminist Study Class. I had decided on a more dignified way of getting into the study class, one I was pretty much sure of, that would be guaranteed to work.
The next day I had decided to this time, wait until it was home time and then go to the Feminist Study Class. I knocked on the class room door, loud enough for it to be heard and Miss Monroe’s voice was music to my ears as she called out. “Come in.” Her voice was very inviting, but I had to keep my wits about me. I slowly opened the class room door and ever so carefully crept into the class room.
Miss Monroe was at the bottom of the class room and the moment she saw me, she came rushing up towards me in a flash. “How dare you come back in here again Boy, especially after I had warned you not to do so…” I was some what a little wounded, Miss Monroe already knew my name, but she called me Boy, why? I put this aside as I was prepared to defend my self.
“Miss… I… Miss?”
“That’s Miss Monroe to you Boy.”
“I came here to apologise for what I did yesterday Miss Monroe, I am truly sorry. I humbly and truly apologise Miss Monroe.” Even though it was utterly below me, I allowed my self to grovel before Miss Monroe and oh how she loved it when I grovelled before her.
There was a big smile upon her face, but my grovelling was not enough. In a way I guess, I was being prepared for my Mistress. “I am most truly and sincerely sorry Miss Monroe, honest I am. I do have a most genuine reason for wanting to be part of your study class. Sadly, I have never been able to understand my mothers behaviour and in particular of the way she treated me and why?”
“Oh…” Remarked Miss Monroe in a slightly amused. “Why, in what way exactly has your mother been treating you?” Darn, I was not quite expecting to to be asked that question, I had to think fast. “I would rather not say Miss Monroe, it is quite personal, my mother had changed once my father had died, the way I was treated I just could not understand, that is why I so wish to very much take up being apart of your class Miss Monroe, to help me best understand my mother and why she has treated me in the way she has.”
That was by far my smartest answer, but Miss Monroe was not convinced, this was very upsetting to me. Then I did something that I did not plan to do and would never do,at all, I cried. “I had to leave home because of the way my mother has treated me Miss Monroe, I have not spoken to her or seen her now in a long while.” Oh to my shame, I cried like a baby.
Miss Monroe just dug deep into her hand bag and took out a frilly laced handkerchief, but she said to me in a slightly sympathetic tone of voice. “Awww, you poor Boy. You can tell me what your mother did to you, I will understand, I promise.” She still was calling me Boy, I had hoped by now that Miss Monroe would be calling me by my own name. “I, I, I can’t Miss Monroe, those memories are just too painful for me…” I sobbed.
In truth, those memories were more shameful than anything else, but they were painful too and I had this bad feeling that Miss Monroe had already suspected just in exactly which way my mother had treated me. “Awww, I am so sorry to hear that Marvin, I really am…” My God! Did she just call me by my name? But just as I was about to get my hopes up, Miss Monroe knocked them down.
“I am truly sorry to heat that you are having issues with your mother Marvin, but I feel that this is more of a matter best dealt with by our counsellor Mrs Heather Watson, not by you attending this class. I shall as a favour to you, put in a word for you and ask her to make an appointment to see you as soon as possible.”
Oh, oh, that is most definitely not what I had in mind, not the college counsellor. But what could I say but. “Thank you Miss Monroe, I am most grateful of that. But I would much prefer to trust you Miss Monroe, you are after all an expert in the affairs of the mind and attitudes of my mother.” That was bound to win Miss Monroe over to convince her to let me be apart of her class.
But Miss Monroe expertly crushed my ego like the insignificant bug that it was. “Nonsense my dear. Mrs Watson is an expert counsellor more than qualified to be able to help you out with your problem Marvin. I do thank you for at least telling me in part your problem and your reason why you want to be part of my class, but believe me Marvin, what you need is counselling, not lessons in my class.”
With a steady firm tug on my arm, Miss Monroe took me out of the study class and lead me back into the corridor. “Oh, you may keep the handkerchief, I have plenty more just like that one, I shall at the soonest moment possible talk to Mrs Watson about you.” Miss Monroe soon turned on her heals and walked away, I held the laced handkerchief in my hands, staring at it.
I had failed again, as much as I did not want to spoil the delicate and sweet perfumed laced handkerchief and I blew my nose, now I was really upset, not only had I failed, but I had just gone and put my foot right in it. There was only one real way of getting out of not seeing Mrs Watson, and that was not to turn up at the college tomorrow.
I had a feeling that as soon as Miss Monroe tell Mrs Watson about me, she would want to see me at her soonest convenience, which would be tomorrow, especially as soon as Miss Monroe tells Mrs Watson exactly what I had just told to her. I knew that at least I would be able to get away with not attending college, being the star pupil of the Arts Class and if I call in sick, I would not be questioned.
Miss Monroe had not as so much given me a hug, which was even more upsetting, I returned to my flat, feeling utterly gutted. I had to somehow get my self to be apart of the Feminist Study Class, but there was only one real option and I did not relish the thought of what I had to do, in order for me to achieve my goal.
I had no choice, but to call up my mother and be prepared to stay over for a few days, for I knew that just a quick visit would not be enough to convince her in order for her to help me, I would have to swallow my pride and try to endure a few days worth of humiliation. I rang my mother up, she was quite surprised to hear my voice on the phone, to my surprise I found out that I would not have to stay for a few days, because if I did that, I would have to agree to go back and live with her.
My mother had decided that I will have to learn everything the hard way, if I truly wanted her help with something, yes I would have to pay the ultimate price and I accepted of course, because I was desperate enough to do so. I did not go to college as planned, but I got a concerned telephone call from Mrs Watson. I lied to her of course, telling her that my mother was actually with me and that we were making things up to each other, so I no longer needed her help.
Mrs Watson was easier to convince than I first thought, but I was not looking forward to spending even just the one day with my Mother, which was exactly on the day I had phoned her, which was on Tuesday. I had soon arrived at my mothers house and she immediately took me into the ball room where hung out for me was a pretty frilly pink Tu Tu, which I knew that I had to wear for the rest of my stay with my mother.
With a steady firm tug on my arm, Miss Monroe took me out of the study class and lead me back into the corridor. “Oh, you may keep the handkerchief, I have plenty more just like that one, I shall at the soonest moment possible talk to Mrs Watson about you.” Miss Monroe soon turned on her heals and walked away, I held the laced handkerchief in my hands, staring at it.
I had failed again, as much as I did not want to spoil the delicate and sweet perfumed laced handkerchief and I blew my nose, now I was really upset, not only had I failed, but I had just gone and put my foot right in it. There was only one real way of getting out of not seeing Mrs Watson, and that was not to turn up at the college tomorrow.
I had a feeling that as soon as Miss Monroe tell Mrs Watson about me, she would want to see me at her soonest convenience, which would be tomorrow, especially as soon as Miss Monroe tells Mrs Watson exactly what I had just told to her. I knew that at least I would be able to get away with not attending college, being the star pupil of the Arts Class and if I call in sick, I would not be questioned.
Miss Monroe had not as so much given me a hug, which was even more upsetting, I returned to my flat, feeling utterly gutted. I had to somehow get my self to be apart of the Feminist Study Class, but there was only one real option and I did not relish the thought of what I had to do, in order for me to achieve my goal.
I had no choice, but to call up my mother and be prepared to stay over for a few days, for I knew that just a quick visit would not be enough to convince her in order for her to help me, I would have to swallow my pride and try to endure a few days worth of humiliation. I rang my mother up, she was quite surprised to hear my voice on the phone, to my surprise I found out that I would not have to stay for a few days, because if I did that, I would have to agree to go back and live with her.
My mother had decided that I will have to learn everything the hard way, if I truly wanted her help with something, yes I would have to pay the ultimate price and I accepted of course, because I was desperate enough to do so. I did not go to college as planned, but I got a concerned telephone call from Mrs Watson. I lied to her of course, telling her that my mother was actually with me and that we were making things up to each other, so I no longer needed her help.
Mrs Watson was easier to convince than I first thought, but I was not looking forward to spending even just the one day with my Mother, which was exactly on the day I had phoned her, which was on Tuesday. I had soon arrived at my mothers house and she immediately took me into the ball room where hung out for me was a pretty frilly pink Tu Tu, which I knew that I had to wear for the rest of my stay with my mother.
If I ever thought that having to trounce around my mothers hose like a fairy was humiliating, then nothing can compare with what fate lay ahead of me and what I had to do for my punishments. When I began to explain of my desire to my mother of the Feminist Study Class I so much wanted to be apart of, without having to even explain why, my mother was already in approval.
I already was keeping up to my agreement and so my mother made a personal call directly to the Head Dean’s home number, Mrs Hillary Farrow. After explaining and revealing to Mrs Farrow the circumstances for my needing to attend the Feminist Study Course and a small bribe, I was soon granted the right to attend and be a student of the study class.
But this did mean a gradual change in my life, to become a girl, not only that, I had to give up all of my chances of getting my Masters Degree in Art. I had to agree to start wearing girls clothes after my first few days attending the Feminist Study Class, upon which I did agree on, knowing then, that I would have to find a way to leave Blakely all together, in order to escape my fate.
I had left my mothers house and dreaded what I would have to do,but my mother had made it quite clear, I was to dress up as a girl all by myself, but if I failed to undertake this matter, then plans would be taken into action to ensure that my life will change forever. The following here is from my Mistress’s account of the events that happened on Wednesday.
Miss Monroe was called into the head Deans office, Lisa had arrived at Mrs Farrow’s office, she had entered wondering why she had been called in. “Enter.” Called out Mrs Farrow, as Lisa Monroe knocked upon the office door, she entered and closed the door behind her. “Ah, Lisa, please do sit down.” Lisa had sat down and enquired.
“You asked to see me Hillary?”
“Yes I did. As from today Lisa you shall be having a new student taking your study class and is to become a permanent student and further more you shall treat him with the utmost respect.” Miss Monroe’s face was one of pure shock. “Did I hear you correctly Hillary? Did you say he? As in that a boy is to become a student of my study class?”
“Yes Lisa, you heard me correctly and yes I do mean that a boy is going to become a student of your study class.”
“But Hillary in all of my time I have spent teaching my study class, a boy has never become a student, which boy exactly will be becoming a student of my class and why?”
“Marvin Maxwell has a very good and genuine reason for becoming a student of your study class, one which shall be made more clear to you at a later point, I promise you, but for now you treat Marvin with a lot of respect, as he is giving up his whole Artistic career just to be able to become a full time student of your study class.”
“What? But Hillary…”
“The matter is final Lisa, Marvin shall be your full time student as from now on.” Miss Monroe was furious, but she got up from her seat and replied to Mrs Farrow. “Very well then, Hillary I shall of course abide by your ruling in this matter, but I am not happy about it at all. I shall go and collect Marvin from the art class.”
“There is no need for you to do that Lisa, as I have already taken the liberty of sending Marvin directly to your class where he now awaits you to be given his lessons along with all of the other girls.” Miss Monroe did not like this one bit and she was sure to make me pay, and I did pay dearly in the end. I was exactly as Mrs Farrow had said I would be, sat at the front row of seats waiting, the rest of the girls for the Feminist Study Class had not as yet turned up.
Miss Monroe approached me, her eyes were ablaze with hatred. “I have absolutely no idea how you have managed to pull this one off Boy… but this I do promise you, that I will soon find out.” Just then, all of the girls began to enter into the class room there was a look of shock on the girls faces as they began to to take their seats. There was a lot of commotion in the class until Miss Monroe brought the entire class room to sudden silence.
“QUIET” Boy, what a commanding voice she had, Miss Monroe however did not like me being apart of my class, I had a feeling that somewhere now in her mind, there was the thought of forced feminising me, but there had to be a damn good reason for doing that to me. “Now I know that all of you girls are probably wondering why a boy is here in this class.”
Miss Monroe paused and took a deep breath. “Sadly, Marvin Maxwell here has special circumstances that grants him the right to be here and become our only male student of this study class, he is to be treated with the same respect as a any other girl attending to this class, so treat him no differently. Just then, a girl in the middle row, raised her hand. “Yes Jenny?” The girl was called Jenny Harper, she was pretty good looking and she had long red hair, blue eyes. “Does this mean Miss, that we can dress up Marvin in one of our
uniforms?”
She giggled, as did the rest of the girls in the class all burst out into giggling fits of laughter. All of the girls in the feminist class all wore pleated short skirts, pink blouses, white ankle socks, Maryjanes like shoes. Miss Monroe tried to suppress a wide grin herself of such a thought of me wearing exactly the same type of uniform that was mandatory for the girls at the Feminist Study Class to wear.
“Sadly no Jenny, it does not mean that Marvin shall have to wear the same uniform as you girls, Marvin here is an exception to the mandatory rule.” The entire class of girls all moaned their disapproval and disappointment of Miss Monroe’s remark followed by an outburst of boos and hisses. “OK that is enough girls. Make Marvin here feel welcome.” I was soon placed to a spare seat in the front row, where probably Miss Monroe could keep a close eye on me.
Miss Monroe had worn that day a slightly short dress, but it was not short enough to get a good look up it, nor did Miss Monroe give me a chance to look up her dress. I had to write down notes just like the rest of the girls about the days lesson, I had quite a lot of catching up to do and by the order of Miss Monroe, I had to go to the college Library and and take home with me to study.
So when it came to home time, I was marched down by Miss Monroe to the Library, just to ensure that I began to collect all of the books she had listed on a piece of paper for me to get. She left, once I had gone over to the specified book shelf for the specified books. I was glad of the fact that the Library was very quiet at home time, no one was there apart from the young Librarian stood at the main desk looking bored.
She muttered to her self as she watched me selecting the Feminist books that I had to read and study, I soon had collected up all of the books that had been required of me to read, I took them over to the desk to be booked out. The Librarian gave me a look of utter disgust. “What do you want these for?”
“I am part of Miss Monroe’s Study Class.”
I simply told the Librarian, she looked at me and frowned. “Oh, so you are the one who has taken up going to her class, when everyone in the staff meeting told that there would be a boy attending the Feminist Study Class, I had no idea that it would be a stuck up Ponce like you.”
“Hey… I resent that…”
I remarked, my feelings had been hurt, but the Librarian was unsympathetic.
“Yeah, yeah. what ever, just take your books and go will you.” I was both shocked and appalled by the Librarian’s treatment of me, I took my books and packed them into my back pack. I got home and I did not for one moment read any of the books I had just brought back with me, the next day soon came.
I got to Blakely College slightly later than I had expected to do so, there was however a place had been reserved for me in the centre of the middle row of seats, I looked nervously around me at first, but then a sudden though then came to me, with a perfectly good looking down at the girls who sat on the lower seats in front of me. There was a good chance that I just might be able to catch some girls if they tried to get up and reach for something, I would get a perfect view up their ever so shot skirts.
My mind already was racing ahead, todays lesson was about how girls can so easily even make men deliberately look up their skirts so that later they can slap them in the face and call out loud, pervert. It was a very clever way to get a guy into trouble. To my utter astonishment Miss Monroe commanded the bottom row seat of the girls before me and the rest of the girls on the middle row, to get up and to stick out their bottoms.
Which helped to raise their skirts, even more to my surprise but equal delight, Miss Monroe had then commanded the select group of girls to then slowly bend over and wiggle their bums. I quickly took out from under my desk my sketch book, this was an opportunity I dared not miss. I quickly began to draw the group of girls in their kinky underwear with deft speed, but being the Grand Master of Art that I was, I could draw also with great precision.
As I began to draw happily distracted by the girls before me, I had not seen Miss Lisa Monroe walk up the steps and stood slightly further up from behind me to catch me at what I was doing, I became suddenly aware that I was being watched, I immediately closed up my sketch book. I was not too sure exactly just how much of my quick sketches Miss Monroe had seen and I had done quite a few in such a short space of time.
Oh how easy it was for me to just then make up positions of my own and I had done a drawn a few of the girls depicted as girly kinky School girls, a fey just in mature but yet very ultra kinky and femmy underwear and the other few drawings were of the same group of teen-aged girls depicted as baby girls. “Marvin… I am surprised how truly dedicated to making such intense notes of todays lessons.”
Remarked Miss Monroe in a subtle tone of voice all of the girls looked in my direction in mild surprise. Miss Monroe smiled as she then said not to me, but more in the of to all of her girls in her class. “I am pretty sure that the rest of these girls would like to see the notes you have made.” My face turned pale with horror as I cried out. “No…” But it was too late, Miss Monroe had already snatched up my sketch book.
Just then by stroke of shear look, the home time bell rang and I looked at Miss Monroe in desperation. “My notes are not as yet complete Miss Monroe and I do so want to make such a good job of them.” My pleading was pathetic, which I think that Miss Monroe enjoyed a little, as she looked at me still holding onto my sketch book, but as the rest of the girls all began to pack their things and looked in Miss Monroe’s direction, it was clear that they had no real desire to to wait and stay behind so that Miss Monroe could show to them my so called notes.
Miss Monroe sighed, but she handed back over to me my sketch book. “Very well, but be sure to finish them by the time you get back home and don’t forget, you still have your other studies to do, as you are still behind the rest of the class.” I looked at Miss Monroe with a look of dread, in truth I had not as yet so far really had written anything in my essays books at all. I had to start at least to fill up one of them to have something to show to Miss Monroe, although she did not openly say so, I just knew that she was expecting to see one of my essay books.
I was grateful of the fact that the day was Friday, which gave me between Saturday and Sunday to get an Essay book completed. Al filed with study work or Miss Monroe would surely skin me alive. I had to hope also that one filled and completed essay book will be enough to at least convince Miss Monroe that i was actually doing some hard studying. Truth be told all this stuff about Feminisation was making me feel sick, it was a complete load of Tripe.
I had to somehow find a way to leave college and my home time for good. But there would have to be a good reason for it, I had none, but I knew that I had to do something and soon. For the time being I relaxed in my flat, I was sat on my sofa drinking my usual cup of Earl Grey Tea of course. I was also watching a superb game of Cricket, when suddenly my door bell rang.
I most certainly was not expecting anyone and I pretty much do not get door to to door sales men calling my flat, as it is of the utmost extreme Private Property. I got up from my sofa to answer the door of course and to my confused bewilderment stood there at my door way was a quite a handsome fellow with sleek short black hair and green eyes., he was very smartly dressed too.
He was wearing a very striking dazzling three piece white suit, white tie and white shoes even, the young fellows looks were like mine, flawless, he had only with him something I had immediately recognised, a sleek black large, yet thin folder, it was of course a Port Folio, but i had the common sense not to say anything about this. “Hello, how may I help you?” I asked the young lad, he seemed to be by appearance to be near to exactly my age.
“Hello there Marvin, my name is Sebastian Smythe.” I blinked in amazement his voice was as every bit as posh as mine and he went onto tell me. “It is an absolute pleasure to meet you.”
“It is? I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage sir, you seem to know me, but I do not know you.”
“Forgive me. I was asked to check up on you by your Mother as you have not been in touch with her for some time and she was worried about you…” That much was true after our agreement I had not bothered to call my Mother and I had even changed my phone number so that way she could not phone me and she had as not visited my flat. I looked at this Sebastian in utter amazement. “You actually know my Mother?”
“Yes I do, I was just about to get around to telling you that.”
“Oh, I do so apologise Sebastian, do prey continue.”
“Apology accepted. Your family are grate friends of my family, the Smythe line, I have known your Mother since you were six years old, you had a bump to your head one day that made you forget a few things, sadly you had forgotten who I was and that was the last time we had seen each other.”
It was all true, I had bumped my had, a slight concussion it was with some partial memory loss. I had nearly almost forgotten about that incident until this Sebastian had now brought the matter up. I felt ashamed, I stood back and I was humble before this Sebastian. “Please by all means forgive me and do come in and make your self at home.”
“Why thank you and there is really no need to feel bad Marvin. I can help you to fill in those missing memories for you.”
“Thank you, that is very generous of you.”
“You are most welcome my dear boy.”
“Would you like a cup of tea?”
“Oh yes please, absolutely, Earl Grey if you have got it in dear boy.”
“Oh I have plenty supply of Earl Grey. Please do sit down and tell me all about those days I sadly can not remember.”
“Certainly my dear boy.” Oh how it was so easy for me to begin to remember those long forgotten memories, to my shear delight Sebastian had a lot in common with me, even his love of art.
And then he placed down onto the coffee table near by the sofa his Port Folio, he opened it up and to my utter surprise, his art work were of teenaged girls depicted as little cheeky school girls and a few were depicted in their kinky underwear. I said nothing of course but I did not re-act shocked, which was what Sebastian was expecting me to re-act like.
“I must say you are taking my secret love of art extremely well Marvin.”
“Actually I too have a small confession to make too…” I immediately got up of the sofa and went over to me book case where I kept my sketch book and I brought it before Sebastian and showed him my art work, especially my favourite art work drawings of the teen-aged girls depicted as baby girls.
To my relief Sebastian smiled at me. “These are extremely good, excellent in fact. May I ask, could I borrow this. Purely for inspiration of course.”
“Yes sure, why not, I doubt that I will be needing it.” What was I saying? But it was already too late, the words were right out of my mouth before I could stop my self.
“Yes, your mother told me that you have taken up a brand new study course entirely, Computer Graphics, which is a very excellent choice if I may say so my self, you will do very well in that field of work given your genius talent my dear boy.” Oh how my ego rose through the roof, I actually blushed and turned to face away from Sebastian. I quickly re-composed my self.
“Yes, why thank you, I thought so too.” Just then Sebastian looked at my grandfather clock, he got up off the sofa. “I am most terribly sorry my dear boy, but I have an important appointment to keep, are you sure I may borrow this sketch book of yours?”
“Yes, by all means.”
“That is so good of you my dear boy to let me borrow this, I shall of course return this to you on Monday, four O’Clock. Will that be OK with you?”
“Oh sure, that will be fine.”
“I am so terribly sorry that I have to dash out on you like this my dear boy.”
“No, there is no need for you to apologise Sebastian, I completely understand.”
“Thank you. I knew you would. Oh, please do call your mother for me my dear boy, she is terribly worried about you.”
“Oh certainly I shall Sebastian, I will call her first on Monday after I come back here from Blakely College, I promise you.”
“Fank you and it was nice to meet you and see you again.”
“Yes, I am truly grateful for you helping me to remember those forgotten memories.”
“Oh think nothing of it my dear boy.” Sebastian left as I opened the front door, he shook my hand and I his, and he was soon gone. I closed the door of my flat and I began to take up the book that I had borrowed from the Library and began to study real hard.
It was by no means easy to write and fill an entire essay book of such Feminine mush and poppy-cock, but over the course of Saturday and Sunday i had at long last managed to fill in a whole essay book. I was sure thar it would be more than enough to keep Miss Monroe from needing to see any of my other essay books, the weekend was soon over and I returned back to the Feminist Study Class at Blakely College.
I sat on the middle row of seats, this had become my permanent place, or so it seemed and to my shock, but also to my equal surprise, Miss Monroe was wearing a very short pink and white laced dress it was almost baby girl like in design, the other girls in the class did not seem to re-act to this and yet my mind did not question this, by now all I could think about was what she was wearing underneath it.
The desire to look up Miss Monroe’s dress was so strong, I had to fight to keep control over my self, sadly she had remained seated throughout the entire time, normally she paces from one end of the class to the other and occasionally she would bend down low to write something at the bottom end of the black board, but I kept missing the opportunity to look up the skirts of her dresses every time she bent over.
I was bored to tears almost by the time had it was home time. The home bell rang and all of the girls had packed their fings and were leaving the class, I being the perfect gentleman that I was, I let them all go before me. I was about to go my self when suddenly Miss Monroe called out to me. “Oh Marvin…”
“Yes Miss Monroe.?”
I nervously replied to her. “Could you actually stay behind and help me out with taking these books back to the Library for me?” I looked down at her desk and there was twenty big thick and heavy study books stacked in a pile. I breathed a sigh of relief, so far Miss Monroe had not asked me if she could see my essay book.
“Sure Miss Monroe I would only be too happy to help you take those books back to the Library for you.”
“Why thank you, that is very kind of you dear.” I could hardly believe my ears, did she actually call me DEAR? It did not matter to me now what Miss Monroe called me.
“I see that you really like the feel and touch of my knickers dear.” Remarked Miss Monroe calmly. I froze as I was, my hands still on Miss Monroe’s knicker clad bottom. “Yeth me do so, wery, wery much…” Oh my GOD what am I saying, why was I just now lisping like a Sissy? Miss Monroe did not turn to even face me she then replied again calmly and strangely, so sweetly to me. “I bet you would like to wear a pair of knickers just exactly like the ones you are feeling on me, wouldn’t you sweetie?”
Sweetie! Did Miss Monroe really call me Sweetie? Before I could even stop myself, I suddenly replied to her. “Yeth, oh Pleathe, Pleathe pwetty, pwetty Pleathe me wuds wike to haveth and wear an exact pair of your ever so pwetty fwilly knickers Pleathe Miss Monroe.” Oh my God I even sounded like a girly Sissy too, what was happening to my voice?
“Of course you may sweetie, I thought you would never ask, but first there is something else I would like you to wear, but not as you are.”
“What?” Miss Monroe said nothing, I looked up at her, but my eyes were fixed on her pretty frilly knickers and my mind was beginning to spin… no… that can’t be right… can it? Suddenly I passed out.
I had absolutely no idea of what had happened to me or how it happened exactly, the last thing I did remember was looking up at Miss Monroe’s knicker clad bottom, with my hands on her knickers and then my head suddenly had felt dizzy and then I passed out. How long I was out for, I really can not say, hours could have passed, it certainly at least felt as though hours had passed by the time I regained consciousness.
I was on a bed, the only way I knew this was because above me, there was this large mirror that showed me what I was on. I could not move my head much as I was in a neck brace, made of of a pink leather strap of all things even the tight tough yet ever so strong restraints upon my ankles and my wrists, they were all pink too.
But my biggest shock of all was the fact I was now completely and utterly naked. “WHAT IS GOING ON?” I screamed. which sounded gargled and high pitched almost girl like, it hurt my vocal chords to scream at all. A soft but all too familiar voice suddenly spoke to me. “It’s OK sweetie everything is OK, soon I will be granting your very Mother’s request, well almost.”
It was the voice of Miss Monroe.
‘What?’
As since I could hardly say the word with my voice I said it with my mind instead. Miss Monroe was there in the room, my God… I was suddenly aware of where I was, I can’t really explain it other than what I have already told you before, Miss Monroe had made me this aware. Right there and then I was aware that I was in some kind of part lab, part Wiccan ritual circle of some kind.
There was a large chalked circle around the entire operating bed, it certainly looked like one to me, going into my body were strange looking tubes, there was an assortment of almost futuristic looking computerised units all linked up to one another. I actually felt that I was some sort of Frankenstein. There was a group of twelve girls wearing white robes and Miss Monroe was wearing a Crimson one with gold laced edges.
They were all holding hands in a circle around the bed and they all began to chant along with Miss Monroe. “Alakazar, Semitous, Strahtous, Gar-mane, Re-Ahl, Femera.” What words were they, they sounded most ancient and then the computerised units began to come alive and some strange pink liquid began to pour down through the tubes and into my body.
I felt a sudden inrush of pain, but then a sudden calmness. I felt dizzy again, yet this time I did not pass out and to my shear shock, I watched in utter horror as my chest began to expand, I wanted to close my eyes, but somehow i could not. My chest expanded but not to big, a petite pair of breasts were now before my eyes.
Only then did I pass out. It was some time later until I regained consciousness again. But this time, I was in some kind of a Hospital bed, it sure looked like one and I was no longer restrained by pink leather straps. I looked all around me, the curtains were closed all around me and the bed was pretty much like a hospital bed.
Just then, a nurse slightly drew back the curtain pushing a trolley that had two parcels at the bottom rack and on the top rack there was a bowl filled with cereal, a glass of milk and a plate of fruit. The nurse was wearing a pink uniform with a white apron, she brought the trolley along side the bed until the top rack was now over the bed, so that I could now sit up and eat.
I tried to get up, but I felt weak, the nurse helped me to sit up. The nurse took up a spoon and dug it into the cereal, she placed the spoon near to my lips, I opened my mouth. “There now eat this, it will help to regain your strength.” I began to eat up and then slowly began to remember. I pushed the bowl and the trolley away from me and I looked down upon my petite breasts.
“Oh my GOD, me iseth a GIRL!” Oh no, my voice had changed completely. “What haveth you done to me?” I cried, just like a girl. No it was, no, oh God no, it was more Sissy like than girl like. Miss Monroe smiled at me. “You are a girl now, well half a girl actually”
“What?”
Miss Monroe just smiled even more at me. “See for your self.”
I did, I pulled the covers way back now and to my complete shock and horror, my full complete boy-hood was still there staring at me, I touched my own breasts and they were real enough. “Whateth am I?” I cried, Miss Monroe sat down beside me and she said ever so softly to me.
You are a She-Male, well you are a Sissy, more than anyfing and you will be treated like one forever, also I will have you become exactly like a baby girl, as that is the one thing you like the most and so therefore you shall become exactly all that you desired to draw.”
“What?”
Suddenly Miss Monroe pulled th trolly out a bit more I had failed to notice the A4 sized Sketch Book, that had been on top of the two parcels. She placed the book before me and open it up at the page of the depicted teen-aged baby girls. These pictures are clearly your work.”
“How, how did you possibly get that?”
“Ah now, that is my little secret for now, in time perhaps I will tell you one day. Now be a good Sissy girl for me and eat up the rest of your cereal.” I was about to refuse, but the thought went quicker than I could keep it in my head. “Yeth Miss Monroe.”
“Good girl.”
I felt like that I was being treated like a baby already, but I pulled the trolley towards me and took up the spoon and I finished off the cereal. “Now eat up all of the fruit.” Again I wanted to say no, but there was this overwhelming desire to want to obey Miss Monroe. Had she she hypnotised me to do this? No I can assure you that was not the case, all she had done was to help to re-awaken in me something that had always been there.
Again this was something that along with my memory loss, had become not lost exactly but dormant at the same time those certain memories had left me and had also become dormant. I ate up all the fruit that had been placed out upon the plate. “Good girl.” I actually felt good too and I was happy that my obedience pleased Miss Monroe and I now desired to please her so very very much.
“Now drink up too sweetie.” Commanded Miss Monroe but in a very loving way and I took up the glass of milk and I drank all of the milk down. Again Miss Monroe praised me. “Good girl. I have two very special presents for you.” Suddenly not knowing why but, I became very exited like a little girl. “Oh goodie me wike pwesents.”
“I know you do sweetie, that is why I have got for you two of them and they are very special.” I waited on the edge of the hospital bed now like an exited school girl, as Miss Monroe pulled the trolly out and reached down for the two parcels on the bottom rack. She placed them now on the top rack and handed over to my outstretched exited hands the biggest of the two parcels.
It was pink in colour and it was tied up with a pink ribbon. I opened it with exited eyes and then me face turned pale by the time I lifted off the lid of the parcel, I began to take out each item that was inside and I placed the items in a row upon the bed before me. The items were a pair of tee-aged girls hot pink knickers with white lace and little bows that went all the way around the waist of the knickers.
Then there was a hot pink matching bra, a lacy white suspender belt, a pair of black silk stockings, a hot pink frilly garter and a pair of 6 inch high heal shoes. I looked up at Miss Monroe confused, she smiled at me. “These are for you to put on now sweetie, they are part of your punishment as well as you being half of one gender and half of the other gender.”
“Punishment.”
“Oh come now, don’t you come all innocent with me. You drew these pictures and not with any of the girls consent to do so. That is an unforgivable act and as it is your obsession to see girls dressed as baby girls, your becoming like one soon is also your punishment and you will forever remain that way too.”
I began to cry like a baby, Miss Monroe just gently placed her arm around me and gently, but firmly said. “Crying is not going to make any of this go away, you have done wrong and you need to make up for all of your wrong doings, you will become a better person sweetie, I promise you, come on now, put on all of these fings before you.”
Again her voice was a gentle command and I began to put on each of the items that I had placed out onto the bed. It felt strange at first putting on all of these feminine items of kinky underwear, but it was what I deserved, feeling uncomfortable, confused, but it I accepted my fate, but my fate was far from over.
Miss Monroe was very pleased with my transformation, it was not yet complete, she had a hand bag with her. “OK sweetie I am going to need to do your make up, your hand nails and your hair for you, so I will need you now to sit very still for me sweetie.”
“My, my hair!”
“Oh yes sweetie, it is much longer now, you’ll see, please sit and keep still.”
“Yeth Miss Monroe.”
“Good girl.” Miss Monroe began to apply to my face, foundation cream, then blusher, she applied pink eye shadow to my eyelids, mascara on my long eyelashes, then she painted my long fingernails pink, I looked at them in shear amazement, then Miss Monroe brushed and styled my hair.
Once Miss Monroe was all done, Miss Monroe stood up and began to wave her hands in mid air, it looked silly and strange at first, but by the movements of her hands I could tell that she was making the shape of a mirror, to my shock and surprise, a silver framed mirror suddenly appeared. I then looked at myself and a surprised and equally shocked half teen-aged girl looked back at me.
The mirror disappeared into a wispy mist, Miss Monroe then reached down for the second slightly smaller parcel and handed it to my outstretched eager hands, I untied the ribbon and lifted off the lid and there inside there parcel was a pretty light pink dog collar with dyed real fluffy fur trimmed all the way around the edges of the collar, the colour of the fur was pink.
The dog collar was certainly the most sissiest collar I had ever seen, I looked at it confused, Miss Monroe then took the collar from me and began to place it around my neck, she fastened it not too, tight, it fastened just ever so snuggly around my neck, I looked at Miss Monroe confused still, she smiled as she said to me.
“You are my Pet now sweetie and I shall take care of you. I shall teach you how to be a Sissy and help you to become a baby girl. You are my Pet and I am now your Mistress, you shall from now on call me Mistress Lisa.”
“Yeth Mistwess Lisa.” I replied in perfect complete obedience, but I was only to happy to obey my Mistress as she had shown me true happiness and I owed her so much in return.
“It’s time for us to go now sweetie.”
“Go! Where are we going Mistwess?”
“Why to my study class of course just the way you are.”
“What?”
“It’s another punishment sweetie. But know this, from now on I will do nothing to ever hurt you, you are my Pet now, but you still must make up for all the things you have done wrong, it will help you to become a better Pet sweetie.”
And so I let Mistress Lisa take me out of the hospital like room that I was in, followed her out into a private car park where her pink Mercedes was parked, Miss Monroe opened the passenger door for me, I got in and sat down all prim and proper like. pleased with my efforts, Mistress Lisa closed the passenger door and she got into the drivers seat.
Soon the Mercedes pulled up outside of Blakely College, it was quite thankfully, Mistress Lisa opened the passenger car door and I got out. “OK now sweetie you need to step and glide all the way to my study class.”
“Yeth Mistwess Lisa.” As hard as it was to actually step and glide in 6 inch high heals, I stepped and gilded like a Sissy Princess, which pleased my Mistress very, very much.
I stood at the centre down at the bottom of the class and soon all of the girls of the Feminist Study, all came into the class room, there was outbursts of fits of laughter and giggles from all of the girls and I was made to parade around the class so that all of the girls could get a good look at me, yes I felt shame and humiliation, but that helped me to respect girls more.
I had spent two whole weeks dressed up in all manor of Sissy outfits parading around the Feminist Study Class., But my time had come for me to become a baby girl. I remember this part very well, Mistress Lisa had her desk in her study class all cleared of everything and I was completely naked, much to all of the girls delight as they watched how I then got myself up onto table and lay on my back as Mistress Lisa began to apply baby oil to my bottom, then baby talcum powder.
Then Mistress Lisa placed a lovely thick white Terry Towelling nappy underneath me and pinned it into place with pink nappy pins. oh how the girls squealed in shear delight as Mistress Lisa then placed upon me the pretty pink frilly plastic pants, then followed by the baby anklet socks with ruffles at the top and with pink lace trim, the pink Maryjanes, the pretty frilly pink dress and finally two pink silk ribbons were tied into my long Strawberry Blonde hair. And as strange this may sound to you all, I am now very happy and proud to be my Teacher’s Pet.
