Lavinia's Revenge

 

 Lavinia,my stepmother was so very very excited!  Tonight, she had her now completely feminized son Marcella(me) going out on his first romantic date as a pretty young lady........with a much older MAN!

 

When I tell people they usually think I'm making it all up as these things sound so completely  unlikely to happen in real life, but over a number of years my unexpectedly cruel and depraved stepmother, Lavinia, had intentionally and very effectively been transforming me from a fairly normal teenage boy into an ultra-feminine pretend girlfriend for much older men. Just over two years ago, my leacherous father had ran off with another woman, leaving Lavinia to care for me on her own. She didn't take it very well and I think she had a bit of a breakdown. Lavinia was actually a very beautiful and glamorous woman who had always played the perfect society trophy wife to him so her outrage was in first instance understandable but she took it a bit far. The point being that in response to his betrayal she in turn decided that she would take her own brand of poetic revenge on her cheating husband by virtually unmanning his only son,.... me.
At least that was part of her initial motivation for doing what she did but her enthousiasm and the obvious pleasure she seemed to get from my subjugation clearly said that it was at least partly for her own depraved sexual satisfaction. Certain forms of cruelty just seemed to turn her on.
And so, after almost two years of mind-altering drugs, strict training and a very thorough brainwashing, it all came down to this.  Poor me!  I'm still terrified about being sent on a blind date with this older man, even when Lavinia had been training and preparing me for such an occasion for months.

 Still, I had been close to tears this afternoon as a totally delighted Lavinia helped me with the especially glamorous hairdo and make-up a young lady absolutely needs for such a romantic outing. Her seductive but authoritive voice telling me over and over again what  a lucky girl I was and how much I would enjoy finally having the opportunity to be in the arms of a masculine man for real... and as always,in the end I believed her too. Lavinia has that effect on people...and to be honest it often feels like inside me there now is this authorative inner voice that for some reason makes me accept and finally even desire the strange and scary experiences my formidable guardian was forcing upon me. That voice seems to find an almost sadistic pleasure in destroying all that is left of Marc and it seems to fully echo Lavinia's opinions and demands.(I was still scared though...)

Lavinia had posted Marcella's(my) profile on a dating website called Mandate.com, including some very sexy glamorous photos of me.  The description said Marcella was 19 years old, had a transgender background and was exclusively interested in dates with much older gentlemen.  Well, within days it seemed like almost a hundred more or less suitable men in the vicinity had eagerly responded.  Lavinia was absolutely delighted when she discovered that she could subject her darling Marcella to quite a few'romantic'encounters with elderly men.

the admirers

My wardrobe had over the past year been filled with a row of very elegant cocktail- and evening-dresses that were both exquisitely sexy and glamorous to wear at such occasions. A strict diet combined with small doses of hormones and strict figure training had by now given me the shape and look of a rather elegant young woman. And with relentless training and lots of practice, Marcella could now convincingly walk, talk and move like a real lady. And she didn't stop at the outward apearances, I was also been made very conscious of the sensual and erotic sides of being an ultra feminine glamour puss. There were the erotic experiences that go with being dressed in nothing but silks and satins, beautifull nylon stockings and restrictive corsets but there was also the realization of the effect the

glamorous young miss I saw in the mirror, would have on......men. And the consequences that may result from that. Lavinia was very thorough and costs didn't seem to play a role(Lavinia's lawyers had taken father pretty much to the cleaners). The prettiest of designer clothes, Manolo Blahnik footwear and the prettiest lingerie one could imagine, I had everything the young spoiled society princess, Lavinia was forcing me to become, could possibly desire. There were also the 'educational' dress-up games where I was totally immersed in extremely feminine fantasy roles and of course the extravagant costumes that befitted such characters. One day it could be Cinderella, the next it was a Southern Belle or even a beautifull Bride. All to get me to think and act like a real romantically inclined girlygurl. Whether you like it or not, in time this stuff will do something to you. Once you realize how feminine you have already become,..you may very well give up the fight and start to revel in your own effeminate status and role. The mind is a strange thing and it may make you realize there are very exciting and enticing erotic delights to be had if you embrace your new life.

 

And sometimes she just likes to mess with her little lady's so very impressionable mind. At night she'd regularly have me all dressed up in my sexiest silky babydoll nighty and my prettiest panties and stepmother herself of course immaculately done up looking irresistably menacing and overpowering.
The whole game is even more effective due to me already being bit drowsy from the mysterious pill she slipped into my champagne to make my already feeble little mind even more susceptible to her delightful little suggestions. She'd sit next to her pretty princess on my impossibly feminine bed in my now impossibly feminine and elegant bedroom when she tells me about her delicious but slightly disturbing plans for my future. Meanwhile sweetly caressing me with her perfectly manicured hand under the bedspread until I'm totally helpless to resist the sweet erotic agony she is forcing upon me. She keeps this up until I am almost in a hysterical state of arousal and am panting for release. At that moment, she knows I am ready to agree to do or say anything she wants me to. She makes me admit to the most embarassing acts and thoughts like me desperately wanting to be kissed and held by manly men and she even has me beg her to make me have a boyfriend. Of course she records these statements and confessions for later use when her protégée may have the ridiculous impertinence to rebell against the wonderfull plans she has with me. At our most recent intimate little game I actually confessed to desperately desiring to be with a much older masculine man and wanting to become his girlfriend or even his blushing bride Of course any protests on my behalf will not sound very convincing after such confessions. There is nothing wrong with a little blackmail....according to my lovely stepmother....

And she was totally unrelenting. I can still hear her taunting voice ringing in my ears as she continued to lecture me on my desired feelings and behaviours towards future male suitors. "You still need to learn so much about the joys of being helpless, beautifull and desireable for your man and eventually you must accept your new role so completely that you will even find pride in your own willing submission to your lover's ardent manly desires and needs. I know you still don't really want to have these feelings towards masculine mature men but you just can't help it, can you princess? You know your body and heart are now screaming to have your future manly 'boyfriend' throbbing hard for you as he scrutinizes your delicious silk and satin draped fragile self.....

Lavinia

Don't worry about your reservations, princess, when the moment is there you'll now just what to do and you'll remember everything". "Remember everything?. I had no idea what she was talking about..."
Nothing more was explained but stepmother thought we should have a relaxing glass of bubbles until my suitor would arrive. We did, but only seconds later the doorbell rang to announce my date. It turned out to be a bit of a shock because as soon as the silverhaired casanova Lavinia had selected to be my date entered the room I actually 'did' remember everything.... Every word of the latest session I had had with Lavinia's favorite hypnotherapist and friend,the irresistable Lady Fenton. It all flooded back in the moment I set eyes on...'him'....and it changed everything. I remembered it word for word and somehow I instinctively knew it was all completely true and right....

The sessions with Lady Fenton had never felt like in any way like actual hypnosis. There were no swinging pendulums or amulets or strange trance inducing procedures, they were mostly fairly friendly though somewhat onesided talks. The only thing that could have warned me was the herbal tea and the fact I never had much idea what had been said afterwards. I've been told you can't hypnotize people to do things they don't really want to and in the end it's all about reasoning and convincing you these things are right for you.... I'm convinced that's what had happened to me, seeing my instant and complete change of attitude towards my prospective suitor and our coming date. I remembered every word of forementioned talk with the lady and it essentially explained everthing....



Lady Fenton (a few days ago):

"I'm sorry if you are still unwilling to go on your date young lady but your delightful stepmother and I totally agree on how exquisitely exciting it will be to finally see you completely deny your initial reluctance to embrace your wonderful new life, to see you betray your gender and stupid original sexual orientation and actually revel in your own belittlement and wanton submission to your 'boyfriend'. It just has to be.
We just can't wait to see you deliriously swoon in the arms of your ardent masculine admirer....
I know it is just what you've always secretly dreamed of, sweety. Just what you've subconsciously always wanted. An ultra-feminine young lady, like you yourself have insisted on becoming, must almost instinctively yearn for the attentions of her mature gentleman suitor.

 I know in the end you just won't be able to resist this aristocratic looking much older man you will be dating. You are still trying to deny it but it's obvious now. And you know it won't stop there. You don't want it to stop. You already know you want him.
 From the first moment you two first meet you'll be imagining how his hands may brazenly wander all over your silk encased girlish body. He may and you of course hope with all your heart that he will. I'm sure he is going to be a very very close and intimate friend to you in the near future and it feels all so completely right and delightful. The feeling of being desirable and feminine that you get from being close to him will be completely intoxicating.
-Being held and touched so very intimately by such a distinguished much much older man is what you absolutely need now.

Lady Fenton

 His wrinkly veiny old hands possessively moving all over you and shamelessly fondling your cute little tush. Caressing your pretty girlish face, lovingly touching your cheeks and giving you furtive kisses. It all feels so good. He is so commanding and in control whilst you can only comply and yield as he rightly takes charge of his 'little lady'.
Because you know this is what you  have always secretly wanted and dreamed about and it's the best thing that could possibly have happened to someone like you and your body obviously agrees and trembles with delight under his tender loving touches.
And you know that from now on you are going to be thinking and reacting like this all the time.You are never going to want to stop feeling like this because it's part of who you are now.
You crave feeling romantic.

 It's so deliciously exciting and appropriate for a girlyboi like you to feel this way.
You already have become such a very enchanting'little lady'and you are becoming more and more romantic every day and with every time you listen to me.
You enjoy listening to me because I help you to become more and more feminine.
And as you develop more and more romantic thoughts and feelings you will find yourself wanting to listen more and more as it feels so right for you to become as feminine and as dainty as is humanly possible.
 You're becoming such a precious, hopelessly romantic 'miss', always dreaming about falling desperately in love with lovely much much older men.
Always dreaming about being as pretty and as delightfully feminine as possible for these much older men and thinking about how right it feels for you to be in the arms of a seasoned elderly gentleman.
How wonderfully girlish it feels to be held in his strong manly arms.
And as you think of these things you feel all warm and tingly inside.
Feeling so desirable and cherished whenever you are with your elderly 'boyfriend'. Because you adore these slightly authoritive elderly gentlemen.
You really really like much older men. Elderly men are so excitingly masculine to an ultra-feminine boyprincess like you and you compulsively want to make them lust after you and to get them to passionately make out with you.
In fact whenever you meet such an elderly man or fantasise about much much older men you will instantly become horny and aroused.
Always acutely wanting him to look at you and speak to you. Wanting him to notice you so very bad.
To notice you and to notice how horny you are for 'him'.
Because you really are always thinking about it now and always wanting it and thinking about being with these very sexy much older men.
And of course all your thoughts are always in a nice feminine voice.
Always thinking in a pretty feminine voice and speaking in your most feminine tone of voice when you ruthlessly flirt with these elderly men and compulsively fantasize about making out with them.
You feel yourself tingle all over with both anxiety and a delicious feminine devotion whenever you meet such a gentleman.
Even just thinking about such a very very much older man is often enough to make you have little spontaneous orgasms.
You can feel it now. Feel your whole body tingling at the thought of a very much older man touching you.
Feel how exciting and wonderful you feel as a rush of pleasure goes through your whole body at the mere thought of being touched by this very much older man.
First he's just going to hold your hand. You've been wanting him to hold your hand for a while now.
Because it's kind of lonely and sad when there's nobody touching you and holding your hand. Having a gentleman hold your hand makes you feel so very feminine as it's such a loving yet slightly belittling gesture that is usually exclusively reserved for ladies or pretty girls. And you like being touched and having your hand held and that's why you keep hoping he will reach out.
Hoping he will reach out and take your small feminine hand in his.
Willing him to do it.
Needing his manly touch. You just need his recognition of your effeminate status, to feel desired and for the pure romantic undertone of the gesture.
There is nothing else as good as being touched and held even if just your hand.
And now finally as he reaches out lovingly and takes your hand in his, the warmth and gentleness of his wrinkled veiny hand completely overwhelms your now so deliciously out of control feminized mind as it always does when a very much older man even shows a minute romantic interest in you.
It feels so good. it's like an electric shock of pure pleasure all over your body just from his touch. This again and again seems the best thing that's ever happened to you and you are becoming just so aroused and excited.
The feeling of his skin on yours is filling your whole world and it just feels so incredibly good and right and delicious that you want him to hold you forever.
And he notices how you feel and reaches out and takes your other hand too.
Both your hands are enclosed and held so lovingly in his and he is so close now and you just can't believe how good you feel.
He lovingly smiles at you while he is holding your hands and gently fondles them between his fingers and thumb and you realize that this is once again the best thing that has ever happened to you.
Thinking how high praise it is for a romantically inclined love-hungry little lady, like you have become, to have her hands lovingly held by such an attractive elderly man. His big strong hands so gentle and welcoming as they gallantly hold your elegant perfectly manicured hands in his. Completely enclosing your small soft fingers in his feels so good and this then seems the most wonderful thing in the world.
This is the best thing that has ever happened to you.
Just like any other girl you know that the most wonderful and exciting thing in the whole world is the feeling of being taken by a very much older man you love.
And now as his hands continue to hold yours and his touch drives you further and further towards complete, almost orgasmic surrender he bends forward and kisses you deeply and you find yourself blushing uncontrollably as you realize just how badly you want him. And when his hands pull you close to his lovely manly frame, still frenching you, you clearly notice his excited maleness through his trousers.
Feeling how big you've made him and you can't help feeling proud that he likes you so much that his manthing has become huge and throbbing and you want to play with it to please him.
You feel so grateful to him for everything he is doing for you and you want him to feel just as good as you do so you move your hands around to his trousers and undo his belt as he bends down and kisses you even more passionately this time.
You feel so excited its like you have vertigo and you are tingling all over at the thought of handling his beautiful manly penis as you gently unzip his pants to lovingly fondle his excited manhood with your perfectly manicured fingers.


In the end almost every single elderly gentleman you meet can do all this to you.
You will love such a man for controlling you, gently belittling you and stimulating you to be so completely helpless, delicate and dainty. You will do anything to please him because your gratitude and your intense feminine feelings of romance and sexuality are all rolled into one unstoppable wave that makes you desire desperately to surrender to him.
And so at this point you realize that this is exactly how you are going to feel whenever any elderly man speaks to you.
Whenever you now hear a very much older man's voice speak to you it is going to bring you back to this feeling of intense sexual arousal and an almost frightful need to satisfy his manly desires and needs.

 Needless to say that you will choose a commanding much much older man who can teach you to cherish and pleasure him every single day for the rest of your life. You start to realise that you have a deep need to be with this lovely man forever.
And around this time you also begin to  fantasize about wearing an exquisite white wedding dress whilst walking down the aisle with this wonderful man.
Secretly dreaming about it and wanting it. More than any other wanton women you want to marry him and become his perfect little trophy wife.
And as you think about this it feels better and better and his hands feel even more safe and gentle and you love him even more as you feel that you absolutely need to become his devoted little bride.
You only just realized that you've always wanted to get married to such a sweet and gentle elderly gentleman.
And now your desire to be a wife is added to all the pleasure and sexual thrills that you're getting from being touched and held by a very much older man.
And you realize that whenever you see a very much older man, or think about a very much older man, and whenever a very much older man speaks to you, that you will immediately begin feeling this way.
These romantic emotions and this deep sexual excitement that you love so very much will begin to rise in you.
And you will begin to notice that you become aroused and excited very very easily now whenever you are spoken to by an elderly man.
If he looks at you or speaks to you then that will trigger these feelings that are now sitting deep in your mind and becoming a big part of who you are.
Whenever an elderly man looks at you or speaks to you it will immediately bring to mind all these thoughts about marriage and romance.
It would be wonderful to get married and to have him as your husband.
You want to be his wife so very very much and you will be a good and loving little wife to him in every way.
You will be a far better wife to him than any other woman could possibly be.
and so whenever a very much older man speaks to you, you will feel as if you are already wearing a wedding dress.
You are wearing a beautiful satin wedding gown and his hands are so gentle and strong and the feeling of his hands all over you making you feel so wonderful and sexy and safe.
And now as his hands continue to hold yours and his touch drives you further and further towards complete, almost orgasmic surrender he bends forward gracefully and kisses you deeply and you find yourself blushing uncontrollably as you realize just how badly you want him.
And in spite of yourself you find that you can't help thinking about his cock. His cock that is so big and hard and wonderful.
And you are becoming very much aware of his manhood so close to you but hidden inside his trousers.
And as his hands pull you close to his lovely manly frame you clearly notice his excited maleness through his trousers.
Feeling how big you've made him and you can't help feeling proud that he likes you so much that his tool has become huge and throbbing and you want to play with it and please him.
You feel so grateful to him for everything he is doing for you and you want him to feel just as good as you do so you move your hands around to his trousers and undo his belt as he bends down and kisses you even more passionately this time.
You feel so excited its like you have vertigo and you are tingling all over at the thought of handling his beautiful manly penis as you gently unzip his pants to lovingly fondle his obviously excited manhood with your perfectly manicured fingers.



Me (now):

Well, those were the truths that had overflowed my mind the moment I came eye to eye with this gorgeous man who was my date for tonight. He was quite a bit bigger than me, rather stoutly built and was dressed in conservative dark blue pinstripe suit and a goldcoloured silk tie. The gentleman was balding, with silvergrey hair and looked like he was in his early seventies. He was perfect. When Lavinia introduced us he actually almost reverently kissed my hand, mumbling something about how beautiful I looked and I had of course blushed profusely and fluttered my eyelashes at him to show him my gratitude and eagerness. It was like I was struck by lightning and if he had ravaged me there and then I would have been the happiest pretend-miss on the planet. Soon my silverhaired casanova proceeded to guide me to his vintage automobile already posessively holding me around the silken nipped-in waist of the glamorous iceblue taffeta mermaid dress stepmother had made me wear(together with the 5 inch heels and the long salon nails it made me a virtual invalid). It was a very narrow off-the-shoulder contraption that flaired out just below the knee. This type of restrictive attire was of course the perfect excuse to feign the need for my man's support. I loved it and by the time we reached the car I was close to fainting out of pure excitement and anxiety. Acting like the perfect gentleman my date then gallantly took my hand and helped me to enter his classic Bentley. Once inside the car he said he hoped I had no objections to a little intimate dinner at his place. Of course I didn't and even if I did stepmommy's rules strictly forbade such a uncooperative attitude... So after expressing my enthousiasm for such dinner accompanied by some more fluttering of eyelashes, we were on our way...

After a short relatively uneventful(the man only mistook my silkclad knees for his gearthingy a few times) drive, we arrived at a large oldfashioned townhouse in one of the more affluent parts of town. Again my suitor gallantly helped me me out of the car and accompanied me up the steps towards the door where we were met by an older maidservant who led us into the rather chique diningroom where we'd have our intimate dinner. Meanwhile my beau's large hand had, to my delight, again posessively encircled my waist followed by me leaning into him to signal my compliance. I really wanted him to be much more avid and drag me up to his bedroom right now but I guess that a minimum of ladylike behaviour was still asked for. Remembering my lessons on feminine mannerisms I did something very feminine. I stood on tippytoes very close to him and proceeded to quite unnecessary adjust his silk necktie, lovingly looking up at the gentleman's smiling face. I had almost kissed him straight on the mouth there but a supposedly shy little lady like me should of course leave the initiative in these matters to the man. Next this sweet man led me to the dinner table and held out my seat for me. Of course being completely treated as a lady was mesmerizing. I don't recall much of the actual dinner but I gave my everything to be as flirty as possible and to please my date to the max, fluttering my eyelashes and exchanging suggestive niceties. And not for nothing as after we had finished our meal and the maidservant had cleared up and left us to ourselves this darling man suggested that I come over to sit on his quite considerable lap. MMMmmm....Yes please!! Of course I didn't hesitate to mince(the dress only allowed me to take vey short steps)over to his side of the table as elegant as possible to slither onto his lap whilst wiggling my silk and satin covered girly tush. Doing so I immediately found my man's large hand once gain sliping around my waist, this time almost aggressively drawing me close to him whilst his other hand was already deliciously fumbling around my silk covered thighs. By now my hands were resting on his strong manly shoulders and I was expectingly looking up to his friendly but lustfilled face desperately wanting to finally be kissed by this god of a man.... And when it finally happened it was everything I had hoped for and what I had been fantasizing about from the minute I met HIM.... At first the kiss was gentle and tender but then,when I slightly opened my mouth his thick forcefull tongue invaded me with so much urgency that my emotions went completely in overdrive, clinging to him pasionately with my arms around his neck to make him continue his delicious oral assault. I also noticed how his (evidently substantial) manhood was actually growing throbbing hard beneath me. I think in the heat of the moment(between kisses) I had actually whispered that I was already falling hopelessly in love with him.... It was all so beautifull and so deliciously wrong, as lady Fenton would say. This sweet elderly gentleman who was easily old enough to be my grandfather was pushing all my buttons. I loved everything about it. So when we finally came up for air after what seemed like an eternity I suggested we'd take our romantic activities to the large very comfortable looking couch to further celebrate our budding love. After I had slid off his lap I gently took his large hand in mine to guide my lover towards said sofa where I sat down really really close to him with my small manicured hand lovingly resting on the bulge in his trousers. It happened almost accidentally but it obviously pleased him as in no time at all we were back passionately making out with him almost violently pushing me back into the cushions so he was halfway lying on top of me. Feeling the weight of this large masculine man on top of me was turning me on even more and my hand was now actively stroking his erect manhood through the soft fabric of his pants.
At the same time my own weeny that was carefully tucked away between my legs had  slowly been oozing liquids without having an actual erection. But it hadn't been just hornyness, I actually felt genuine affection towards this lovely man who was causing me to feel this feminine and almost dainty. I just had to be very grateful to HIM for everything he was doing for me by letting me be HIS ultra-feminine little lady. And there is the whole distinguished look of this eldery man, the silverwhite hair even his wrinkles and almost weatered face and his almost instinctive air of masculine superiority that had totally captivated me.

Anyway, it seemed Lady Fenton had been right about just everything almost to the letter as at the moment I'm about to open my wonderful boyfriend's pants to take out his throbbing hard member........


p.s. Mr.Theodore (sorry I hadn't mentioned his name before, I must call him either Sir or Darling) asked me to be his date for his ex-wife's wedding next week and I'm definitely going to catch that bouquet....

the delights of Stepmotherhood 5 :'ROMANCE'

 

the delights of Stepmotherhood 1

the delights of Stepmotherhood 2

the delights of Stepmotherhood 3

the delights of Stepmotherhood 4

'Romance'

The rest of the way home nothing worth mentioning happened but I was nonetheless relieved to reach the front door where the ladies were already waiting for my return. Obviously they were quite anxious to question me about my little excursion.

It was quite delightful to hear how our young pupil had carried out his task and how he had noticed certain details like how feeling the breeze around his stockinged legs was strangely exciting and how he had almost instinctively reacted to 'the Rangerover ladies' with an almost perfect air of disdain and distance. Priceless actually. It all seemed to have gone perfectly to plan, including Joyce almost bumping into our local bankmanager. Only thing was that when our darling had mentioned Mr. Warren I had noticed a slight tremor in his voice that was accompanied by a thoughtful look on his beautifully made-up face. I didn't go into that immediately but there was clearly something occupying that devious mind of our little lady. Still celebrating the successful expedition there was champagne and while not actually designed as such, the idea of said alcoholic beverage loosening the tongues did enter my mind and I may have been a tad generous with it.... Unexpectedly it wasn't Joyce but Mrs. Arthuro who got loose-lipped when she revealed that she actually knew Mr. Warren quite well as Mrs. Warren nr. 3 who was a fashion model in her younger days had been a close friend of her.  Mr. Warren had not been a very loyal husband and the rumour was that he was well known in the town's stripclubs and brothels under the alias 'Mr. Vincent' because of his remarkable resemblance to sixties movieactor and horrorfilm icon 'Vincent Price'. During Mrs. Arthuro's gossipy revelations about the lecherous gentleman in question I noticed Joyce had once again shown a curious frown on his face and at some point it looked like our little lady was actually blushing.... So when he, after his third glass of bubbles, had nervously and almost guiltily mumbled that he had been strangely attracted to the gentleman, I had been rather pleasantly surprised to see that the result of our darling's hypnotherapy sessions went deeper than I could have wished for.... It was plain to see that with all this extra information, several delicious new scenario's were already forming in my depraved stepmotherly mind. An obviously more commanding gentleman like old Mr. Warren would clearly be a far more challenging and interesting 'boyfriend' for our little lady  than the relatively tame Harvey. Maybe my fantasies were coloured by the Vincent Price comparison but in my head there was an image of Joyce in the role of an ultra femininely dressed damsell being roughly groped by the creepy lovestruck elderly count. I just can't help it, I've always been turned on by the darker sides of romanticism. When I first saw Flash Gordon I actually had an orgasm when the almost disgustingly innocent Dale Arden fell under the hypnotic spell of emperor Ming the merciless and was being forced to become his bride before the plot was ruined by that boring goody Flash dude. A young me even rooted for the lovely Cruella Deville and the wicked witch of the west in Oz(remind me to order some of those flying monkeys one of these days)...
Anyway, after sending a slightly tipsy Joyce to bed, Mrs. Arthuro and I hatched a plan for the next intoxicating stage of the exciting new life I had been forcing upon him. When I later listened at his bedroom-door in passing, I noticed hearing the familiar humming sound of my darling's sextoy accompanied by soft moans, proving that the fascination with his own recently found feminine sexuality was still very much alive. And when everything goes the way Mrs Arthuro and I had envisaged, his relatively pristine boypussy may need to get used to getting stretched sooner than expected, as it were...  
We still had a lot to do though. First Mrs. Arthuro would use the tactic of 'walking her pooch' herself to accidentally meet up and re-aquaint herself with her old friend Mr. Warren, then casually bring up the subject of Joyce as he would undoubtedly have recognized little Coco with his rhinestone collar. Depending on her supposedly lecherous friend's reaction and attitudes she would try to get him to cooperate with our delightfull plans. So when Mrs. Arthuro returned from her mission with an victorious smile on her face and reported her findings it looked like the next step was inventing some vaguely believable reason to get young Joyce to meet up with the gentleman in question. A reason for getting Joyce dressed and made-up a little more extravagant than he was already used to was solved by deciding that us 'ladies' would 'dress for dinner' tonight. Needless to say that no costs or efforts were spared to make our little lady look like every sophisticated older gentleman's ultimate dreamgirl...
During said dinner my ladyfriend dished up a phoney story about her completely accidental meeting with her old friend without disclosing any details about what was said so when she afterwards asked our little lady to deliver a message from her to Mr. Warren, our princess would be none-the-wiser about things to come.

It must have been around nine that night when I got on my way, carrying a big

envelope supposedly containing the lady's message to Mr. Warren. I was as expected meticulously dressed in my most elegant coat wearing my glamorous silk Dolce&Gabbana headscarf, my highest Louboutin pumps and my Gucci clutch.
After a fairly uneventful walk I had arrived at the elderly gentleman's large Victorian townhouse and proceeded to nervously walk up the garden path to the front door. Nervously I ascended the steps, but as I was getting used to stepmothers often scary tasks I just obeyed her instructions and rang the bell. After a short while I heard movements and the door opened revealing a very aristocratic and magnificent looking Mr. Warren, wearing a very elegant vintage smoking with the appropriate real bow tie. For a moment I was dumbstruck by the effect of his magnetic presence just like that time on the street but this time, with him all dressed up, it was much much stronger. I was almost ready to worship this demi-god of a man. " Now tell me what I can do to help you', young lady...", he said in a  very amenable voice. Slightly reassured by the gentleman's amicable tone I told him I was just delivering a message from Mrs. Arthuro.

  
Obviously I wasn't in any doubt that delivering the message had in the end only been an excuse the manipulative ladies made up to get me there and I later found out the message had only read: "Here she/he is. She is totally hot for you. Be nice to her but don't damage the goods on your first romantic date. We insist that our pretty debutante must stay a virgin just a little bit longer".
After he had casually looked at the message, he slipped it back into the envelope which he slid into his pocket before turning his attention back to me, thanking me for delivering it without reveiling it's content. He then took a step towards me and held my shoulders at arms' length while he continued to look me over. "Now let me have another good look at you, sweetheart."
"If Mrs. Arthuro and your dear stepmother hadn't told me I would never have guessed or believed you were ever a boy. And she didn't exaggerate when she described you either. You really do look like a young, extremely glamorous fifties moviestar and I don't think there is a heterosexually motivated male in town that wouldn't dream of  doing very naughty things with a gorgeous little lady like you. princess, " he said, his eyes still devouring me, "Are you sure you don't you have  some young stud boyfriend to go to on a saturday night like this? Not really, Sir." I said. "Stepmother thinks I should only date older gentlemen." A mischievous smile appeared on his handsome manly face....
"So you really came here to seduce me tonight, didn't you, sweetheart? The quite formidable Mrs. Arthuro already informed me about your preferences and romantic orientation. Now tell me that this is what you really want, darling!" he said in a voice that was at the same time suggestive and commanding. "Tell me that you desperately want to become my little girlfriend!
"Yes Sir, I do!" I almost whimpered. "Your stepmother told me that you have been having naughty fantasies about meeting a forcefull masculine gentleman like myself for quite some time now. Is that true honey?" Almost devoutly looking up at the gorgeous man towering above me, I once again nervously mumbled a timid "Yes Sir." Even as I had been totally useless at resisting sweet Harvey's kisses, my romantic feelings had never been as urgent as they seemed to be now. 
Of course he had read me perfectly because in my mind, even as I was still a bit apprehensive about things to come, I have to admit that I had been compulsively fantasizing about meeting him all the time while I was elegantly sashaying toward his house, as well as last night after bedtime... I should also have been suspicious of the almost salacious way my devisive stepmother had made me dress for tonight's events. Everything was just a little bit 'more' tonight. The heels just a bit higher, my undies a tiny bit frillier, the stockings even silkier than normal. And then there was the near-perfect hairdo, the fabulous eyelashes and finally the delicious pure silk satin designer cocktail gown.  Clearly my darling stepmother had quite intentionally dressed me up as the ultimate young seductress on the prowl. Looking at the expression on the older gentleman's face it was working...."Now, young lady, don't you think it's about time you'd give your beau a kiss? Yes sir," I nervously uttered as I took a step towards him and proceeded to stand on tippytoes to give my elderly 'Don Juan' a sweet little kiss on the mouth. I even closed my eyes doing so... "No, no, no ! Not like that, princess. That's very sweet but that is the way you'd kiss your mother, not your 'boyfriend'. I'll show you a real 'boyfriend-kiss', would you like that, darling?" he said while his large hands took hold of my waist and drew me closer, my smallish hands with the salon-nails now resting on his chest.... I became very aware that I had never before stood so close to a male that was as big as my mysterious 'beau'. Even on my very high heels, I had to stand on tippytoes and look up to face him. He just stood there for a few very long seconds, making me feel very small and delicate. And then it happened! The kiss blew my mind completely and for a moment I feared I was going to faint. It felt as if it all had happened in slow motion. This handsome manly face had looked down on his 'conquest' and the as if in a dream he came in for the kiss, me yielding and offering no resistance to his thick muscular tongue as it brutally forced his way into my very responsive mouth.
I could feel his surprisingly strong and manly 76 year old body press against my smallish girlyfied physique. I felt the trousers of his very stylish oldfashioned smoking brush against my delicate nylons whilst my girl penis, as stepmother preferred to call my diminuative appendage, seemed to no avail, desperate to escape it's straining silken prison.. I really felt I was 'his' girl now. I loved the idea that he could turn me on like this, just by acting like the mature alpha male he appeared to be but it was still a bit scary too. He held me like that, still kissing me deep and passionately with me almost devotedly clinging to him, for what seemed an eternity. When we finally came up for air my Romeo wasted no time and virtually dragged me into the house where he gallantly proceed to take my coat and headscarf only to be confronted by me looking even more glamorous in my exquisite peach satin off-the-shoulder cocktail gown. That was clearly his 'cue' to continue our romantic explorations with even more urgency and ardor. When he again grabbed my waist and kissed me it was with so much lust and force that he physically overpowered me and almost violently pushed me against a doorpost. I totally loved it. The whole idea of awakening this much desire and passion in an experienced older man like him was completely intoxicating. To demonstrate my devotion my arm was around his neck to signal him to continue his urgent tongue-invasion. His hands were

only to be confronted by me looking even more glamorous in my exquisite
peach satin off-the-shoulder cocktail gown. That was clearly his 'cue' to
continue our romantic explorations with even more urgency and ardor.

everywhere too and when his leg forced it self between mine I noticed my suitor had a fairly large protrusion in his trousers. Wanting to enhance his passions more than ever now I decided to be bold and put my hand on it and started to lovingly stroke his rigid member through the fabric of his trousers, driving this darling man almost mad with desire and lust.... " Oh my god darling... What are you doing to me?" he muttered in between kisses and whispered declarations of love and lust. "I want you so bad darling" I whispered in his ear, knowing that the conditions stepmother had probably set my lover still ruled out actual penetration on our first romantic encounter.... Meanwhile my 'boyfriend' was, his arm possessively around my waist, guiding me to a large settee in the adjoining livingroom where I elegantly sat down, crossing my knees and adjusting the skirt of my gorgeous dress over the luscious frothy petticoats while 'my boyfriend' was busy with glasses and champagne to celebrate our 'union'. After he finally joined me on the couch with our drinks it didn't take long before his hand had once again possessively encircled my nipped-in silken waist pulling me closer whilst the other hand had now settled on my smooth nylon-encased knee. A surprisingly intimate new experience, to feel his strong large hand lovingly caress me like that really turned me on. His hand that after some delicious fumbling around with the hem of the skirts moved a bit further up my thigh, emphasizing how this ultra-feminine and delicate way of dressing was making me feel so sumptuously vulnerable and accessible in that area. For some reason it's an extremely erotic feeling, especially when it's accompanied by being in the strong manly arms of the man you've got the hots for. Once again my mouth was invaded by his wonderfull thick muscular tongue so deep and hungrily that I felt giddy when he allowed me to come up for air. And all the time my excited little peeny was slowly oozing pre-cum in its silken prison, almost like I was having a prolonged very slow female orgasm....
While we were making out like mad his hand had reached my stocking tops and was slowly moving towards an even more sensitive region and in turn I was again lovingly manipulating his wonderful still hidden rockhard penis through the fabric of his loose-fitting trousers. Only moments later I had managed to timidly open my boyfriends elegant trousers to release his gorgeous big veiny member. When I touched it  my lover shuddered but immediately rewarded my gesture by lovingly rubbing the part of my gorgeous silky knickers that contained my little boyparts and kissing me again. Underneath the opulent ruffled silk knickers said boy parts were for aesthetic reasons still neatly tucked between my legs with a tiny specially made string. Having it gently manipulated through the fabric of the knickers was heaven. We must have been making out whilst gently exploring eachother's genitalia like that for quite some time but at some point, in between increasingly hungry kisses, this darling increasingly excited man had managed to gently steer his beautiful large throbbing manhood under my skirts and between my smooth nylon encased legs up into my pretty knickers. Then, as he with my loving assistance had started gently rubbing his delicious big mancock against my small girlpenis , completely driving me crazy, he proceeded to ardently and in the end almost aggressively dry-hump me untill he collapsed on top of me, awarding me by filling my pretty knickers with large globs of  his warm manly fluids. My small 'flooded' girl penis was completely falling in love with his large mancock....

 

 

I had the almost perfect illustration ready for the finale of this one but I remembered Blogger's rules on full frontal cum-shots just in time..... 

the delights of Stepmotherhood 3 : a ladies lunch.

(Get part 1 first)

Most of the time stepmother's demeanor appeared to be almost sugary sweet and even when there was always a tone of belittlement in her voice, in general she acted fairly amenable towards me. However, whenever I had the unthinkable audacity to protest or complain, she could also become rather frenzied and menacing. "You're called Joyce now, little lady!" she would exclaim in a hissing, almost hysterical voice. I would of course cringe at her vehement insistence and once more realise that I was completely at my stepmother's mercy. In the end I would timidly mumble a resignating "yes ma'am, of course I am". Almost the same thing happened when she first suggested that a young lady like me should date members of the opposite sex. And learn to like it! Obviously i should have known by then she wouldn't let that one rest....

Of course Josh/Joyce had needed some additional assistance to help convince him to play his role in my wonderful script and that's where my friend, who is a renowned professional hypnotherapist comes in. The point is that unlike most of the fantasist who pretend to hypnotise someone with silly soundfiles, I've actually made a bit of a study of this 'brainwashing' stuff. I know you can't hypnotize people to do things they don't really want to but you can however make them overcome hesitancy and shame over things one secretly likes or just wouldn't mind experiencing, so in the end it's all about reasoning and convincing the subject that these things must be. The point is that most people don't really mind being told what to do or even think as it actually takes away responsibility for their actions. Think of how liberating it can feel not having to make decisions or ever having to worry about consequences. Think how attractive the cop out 'I was just doing what i was told' really is. And having been 'hypnotized' into certain behaviours is a perfectly acceptable alibi for our subconscious mind to welcome such a manner of reasoning.... What makes it all work isn't the trance in itself for that is just the tool to narrow ones consciousness to the point where our inner conversation stops and one is more susceptible. Certain anti-psychotic drugs would do exactly the same. In the end it's making the subject freely choose to put you in command. You have to convince them of the attractiveness of such a choice.

Taking this all in, this is about what one of the last 'sessions' we had with young Joyce before I first introduced him to his 'boyfriend', sounded like....
"....O yes, how exquisitely exciting it'll be to finally see you completely deny your initial reluctance, to see you betray your gender and original sexual orientation and actually revel in your own belittlement and wanton submission to your 'boyfriend'.
And o, how I wish I could see you both squirm and swoon in the arms of your depraved masculine admirer....
I know it is just what you've always secretly dreamed of, sweety. Just what you've subconsciously always wanted. An ultra-feminine young lady, like you 'insist' on becoming, just naturally needs the regular romantic attention of some lascivious older gentleman to feel complete."

Obviously I can only give you an impression as the whole session actually took almost 6 hours of our subject repeating instructions and answering questions. It concluded with this...:

"....And I know that after today you will no longer be able resist this aristocratic looking much older man's hands intimately touching you and holding you close. You will still try to deny it but it's completely obvious now.
His hands may brazenly wander all over your silk encased now so girlish body. He may and you of course hope with all your heart that he will. You know he is going to be a very very close and intimate friend to you now and it feels all so completely right and delightful. The feeling of being desirable and feminine that you get from being so very close to him is completely intoxicating.
Being held and touched so very intimately by such a distinguished much much older man is what you will desperately crave now.
His wrinkly veiny old hands possessively moving all over you and shamelessly fondling your cute little tush and kissing you. It all feels so right. He is so commanding and completely in control whilst you just comply and helplessly yield as he takes charge of his 'little lady'.
Because you know this is really what you have secretly always wanted as your body already agrees and shivers with delight at the mere thought of his ravenous touches and other intimacies.
And you know that from now on you are going to be thinking and reacting like this all the time. You are never going to want to stop feeling like this because it's who you are now.
You enjoy feeling romantic.
It's exciting and appropriate for you to feel this way.
You already have become such a very romantic 'girl' now and you are becoming more and more romantic every day and with every time you listen to me.
You enjoy listening to me because I help you to become more and more feminine.
And as you develop more and more romantic thoughts and feelings you will find yourself wanting to listen more and more as it feels so right for you to become ever more feminine.
 You've already become such a precious, hopelessly romantic 'little lady', always dreaming about being desperately in love with lovely much much older men.
Always dreaming about being as pretty as possible for these much older men and thinking about how good it feels to be in the arms of such a darling elderly gentleman.
How wonderfully girly it feels to be held in his strong manly arms.
And as you think of these things you feel all warm and tingly inside.
Feeling so desirable and cherished whenever you are with your elderly 'boyfriend'. Because you adore this slightly authoritative elderly gentleman.
You really really like much older men now. Elderly men are so excitingly masculine to an ultra-feminine boyprincess like you and you compulsively want to make them lust after you and to get them to passionately make out with you.
In fact whenever you meet such an elderly man or fantasise about these much older men you will almost instantly become horny and aroused.
Always acutely wanting him to look at you and speak to you. Wanting him to notice you and to notice how horny you are for 'him'. You will actually love these gentlemen for belittling you and making you feel so completely helpless, delicate and fragile. You would do almost anything for a man like that because your  intense feminine feelings of romance and sexuality are all rolled into one unstoppable wave that makes you want to belong to him completely."

Evidently our little lady wouldn't really remember much of what was actually said during these sessions as the drugs had made her conscious mind take a 'backseat' but that doesn't make the proces any less effective. When the time comes his Joyce persona will know....

The week after the exciting but also very disturbing 'date' with Harvey, the older gentleman my stepmother had chosen to act as my boyfriend, she had me accompany her to have lunch in town with her small circle of strange lady friends. Of course i was dressed to the nines in a delightful little skirt suit that had a very narrow pencil skirt and a delicious tailored jacket in powderblue satin over a creme coloured silk camisole. And clearly fully fashioned nylons and black patent pumps with a 5 inch heel.  There was also a matching Gucci handbag and Rhonda had done a fabulous job on my own now peroxide blonde hair that with the help of a few

fully fashioned nylons and black patent
pumps with a 5 inch heel

switches had been done up in a fabulous high ponytail with bangs at the front. Stepmommy was clearly determined to show of her 'wonderful creation' to her friends. Evidently i was a big succes but i was a little surprised the ladies seemed to know all about stepmothers 'delightful' schemes and plans which they seemed to find extremely amusing, especially when mommy triumphantly informed the ladies that i now had a 'boyfriend', which had been cause for giggles and felicitations. Next bombshell was stepmother telling her friends that they would be able to see for themselves as the gentleman in question would actually be joining us later.... No sooner had she divulged this when an aristocratic looking older gentleman in an expensive suit entered the establishment and started moving towards our table.

After I had nervously greeted the gentleman I had for some inexplicable reason been so disturbingly intimate with the week before, the elderly casanova had almost immediately drawn me close and he had intimately kissed me just like I was his 'girlfriend' for real, and still being a bit dazed and overcome by the whole situation I once again just couldn't resist kissing him back.  The ladies, enjoying their mainly fluid lunch whilst keenly watching the happenings and seeing the man's brazen amorous advaces and my reactions to them, whispered an approving, "Ooooolala!".  Now feeling completely overcome in his manly arms, I noticed myself almost instinctively surrendering to 'him' by slithering my slender body up against him, whilst he in return let his hands wander from my waist to gently fondle my silk encased girly bum.  I could already feel his growing erection pressing against me through the flimsy materials of my dress and I just couldn't help feeling proud that I made him want me so much that his manhood was reacting this way. Kissing me again I felt his delicious thick muscular tongue entering my mouth with determination.  The kiss became more and more passionate with me actively cooperating in the intimate mouth contact as the ladies started making comments: "Whoo-ee!"  "Look at them, they are actually making out !"  "Isn't it delightful?"  "Show us how much you are in love with him, princess!"
I did exactly that of course and hadn't my darling stepmother and her friends been such respected clients of the up-market establishment, we would probably have been asked to leave.
By now I was obviously  so deeply immerged into my role that I actually loved every minute of it and moaned softly under my "boyfriend's" kisses and was actually starting to believe I was really deeply in love with this depraved elderly gentleman. The 'ladies' seemed to have the time of their lives....

An ultra-feminine young lady, like you 'insist' on becoming,
just naturally needs the regular romantic attention of some
lascivious older gentleman to feel complete.

Tuition with the Bentleys

It wasn't that Andrew had had extremely bad grades or that he was stupid but his pushy widowed mother, being a bit of a snob, was convinced that a son of someone of her standing had to achieve well above average. So when one of her posh friends told her about Mr Bentley who, before retiring, had been the head-master of an eminent prep school and who was now available for private tutoring, she knew immediately what to do, although I doubt if her enthusiasm would have been the same had she known a bit more about the seriously eccentric Bentleys.
So it came about that, every other Friday Andrew's mother would drop him off at the Bentley's large Victorian town house where he would timidly walk up the garden-path and ring the oldfashioned big brass doorbell.
You would then, if you'd been an on-looker, have seen the formidable Mrs Bentley open the door and welcome Andrew, tell him to wipe his feet on the mat, usher him inside the house, and close the big front door after him. The Bentley residence breathed an almost Dickensian atmosphere, as did the inhabitants themselves. The Bentleys supposedly lived there with their niece Ashley whom Andrew had never met as she had to keep to bed as she was sickly and never left her room when Andrew was around.
Inside, Mr Bentley himself would then usher young Andrew into the study whilst his wife heated up a kettle to make some tea.  Andrew would quietly sit down on the large leather settee, once again taking in the atmosphere of the large room with the impressive and almost intimidating amount of books on the shelves.  Of course he didn't see how Mrs Bentley carefully mixed an undefined powder into one of the porcelain cups before bringing in the tea things on a tray.
Today, after Mrs Bentley had poured the tea, Mr Bentley had asked him about how it was returning to school  after the holidays, how he got on with his class mates and teachers and how he had fared with the homework task Mr Bentley had given him at his last visit. The boy politely sipped his tea and nibbled on his cookie whilst Mr. Bentley asked his questions and young Andrew provided his tutor with the appropriate answers which seemed to satisfy the elderly gentleman.
Meanwhile Mr Bentley had sat down next to Andrew on the settee, and Andrew never consciously noticed that Mr Bentley's voice had  gotten a strangely hypnotic, droning quality to it.  Pretty soon, although he was still hearing the words and was able to respond to them, it was with all the animation of a sleepwalker.
Mr Bentley checked his watch as Mrs Bentley was clearing the tea things and he thought about the times Andrew had been their guest in the past and how they had first hypnotized the boy, a job made easier by the introduction of the mind altering drug that they slipped into Andrew's tea. Mr Bentley once again checked his watch...just a few more minutes, and the drug would be at full power. Mr Bentley reflected on how lucky they had been to have found  a subject like Andrew.  He looked at Andrew, sitting on the couch, upright but already in a deep trance.  The boy was small for his 17 years, slim and remarkably graceful in his movements, blonde haired and blue eyed, and atypical for his physical age still without any trace of beard-growth.  All of which added up to Andrew being the almost perfect candidate for their depraved little games.
By the time the tea-things had been put away, the Bentleys decided it was time to proceed to the next stage of the day's activities.  Mrs Bentley now also sat down next to the boy and  started whispering into his ear. Mrs Bentley smiled and then told him to follow her. He stood up and meekly let her guide him up the stairs. And when they came to the door of the mysterious niece's bedroom and Mrs Bentley knocked on the door, informing her 'niece' that it was time to to wake up, he had clearly heard a gentle girlish voice conforming that she was awake, not realising that the words had come from his own mouth.
When Mrs Bentley ushered the mesmerized boy into the utterly feminine bedroom he found that he wasn't surprised to find a beautiful silk robe, a pretty matching set of girls undies consisting of a little bra and knickers, a cute suspender belt and stockings neatly laid out on the bed. On the vanity there was a beautiful wig, makeup and next to it was a very cute pair of highheeled ladies shoes. And when Mrs Bentley made him sit him down in front of the vanity,  after undressing him and helping him donning the undies and stockings he seemed to know instinctively how to apply his makeup and how to finish his transformation by carefully placing the beatiful wig on his head before expertly brushing it into an exciting, very feminine youngish style. Finally he added a pair of small diamond earrings. Meanwhile Mrs Bentley, who had left him alone to let him finish his feminine preparations, had returned carrying the dress she wanted him to wear. It was an utterly girlish peach satin party dress with a pretty little petticoat, short puffy sleeves and a big bow at the back. She then helped the still totally apathetic boy who now looked every inch a very pretty young miss to stand up in his heels and lowered the delicate confection of a dress over his head. She then zipped him up and maneuvered him in front of the full-length mirror.
At first he just stood there like a beautiful manikin, passively taking in his transformation. Mrs Bentley watched him, savoring the next moment.  After a moment or two, she whispered :"Welcome back, my darling Ashley". The effect was completely startling, like a doll coming to life. A spark flashed in his eyes and he took a deep breath, looked at him/herself in the mirror and, when he saw his image, let out a soft moan. Then as he stood coyly before the full length mirror he struck a sultry pose. Andrew had now once again become Ashley. And when 'she' saw Mrs Bentley approach her and gently caress her shoulders 'she' turned around, kissed her 'aunty' and softly mumbled "Thank you aunty, for making me be Ashley again. It was horrible having to be Andrew all this time". "Well darling, you'll be happy to hear that i just had Andrew's mother on the phone and she has agreed to pick him up on Sunday so Mr Bentley can prepare him even better for the coming schoolyear and that of course means our little lady can be with us a little longer this time. Now let's go downstairs and show uncle Arthur how pretty his 'niece' looks in her gorgeous new party dress. It's a good thing he doesn't have a heart-condition as you look so yummie it could kill someone on the spot", she sniggered. 

As expected Mr Bentley was almost dumbstruck when  'aunty' presented his 'niece' to him, looking like a total pageant princess."Do a little curtsey for your uncle Arthur, Ashley darling." she said with a giggle as Ashley elegantly strolled over to her depraved 'uncle' in her glamorous party dress. She obediently complied and when timidly standing in front of  Mr Bentley, she nervously wobbled a little on her skyscraper heels but then did the most elegant feminine curtsey she could master. "Isn't Ashley just divine?" aunty giggled triumphantly. 'Uncle' Arthur looked her over admiringly and smiled as he noticed our princess's pretty face reddening at his scrutiny. "Okay sweetie, now give your uncle a sweet little kiss to thank him and to show him how much of a little lady you are becoming".
And when the feminized boy obediently stepped forward to give his 'uncle' a sweet little kiss on the lips, 'aunty' was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat, seeing him acting so deliciously helpless, delicate and ladylike. Of course there was a glass of champagne to celebrate Ashley's return and aunty casually mentioned that after dinner they were expecting a guest in the form of her halfbrother Philip, who Ashley should address as 'uncle' Philip. In her familiar mischievous manner Mrs Bentley also suggested that as her halfbrother was supposedly a rather handsome gentleman, she would be expected to practice her flirting techniques on him. Although her beloved aunty had carefully prepared her for such delightful event to come up, the prospect of it actually happening still scared her a bit too.

Of course Mrs Bentley had had very definite ideas about Ashley's desired behaviours and attitudes towards men right from the start of their delicious little experiment.   
The base of what she was expecting  to accomplish is this: When in company Ashley MUST ALWAYS be acutely conscious and aware of the effect she is having on the men in her presence. Consequently she must also learn to be conscious of what some of her actions, poses and movements will do to them. For most women this is an actual skill but former boys have a little advantage here. As even when they have changed quite a bit, not that long ago they had been adolescent boys who knew very well what the sort of young miss they were now portraying would do to them. They have probably had those reactions themselves seeing their new me in the mirror. Just like deep inside they knew very well what the effect would be when they crossed their perfectly smooth nyloned legs with their incredible stiletto heels in a certain provocative manner. The ones who had been susceptible to the crossdressing bug without the help of a depraved aunt had probably been motivated by very similar emotions already(the concept of being seduced by the girl in the mirror is quite common in (initially)heterosexually motivated transvestites).They just have to learn to revel in the role of the seductress , realizing that the effect the mirror girl has on themself also works on other boys and especially grown men.
The basics for Ashley's succes are thus very much there, we just had to make our precious little lady more and more conscious of them and make him realize how excing and rewarding being desirable and desired can be. She must learn to recognize(and love) the lustfull looks and stares and all other signs(yes, even bulging pants) that men and boys who lust after her will undoubtedly show.
Once we have these concepts firmly anchored in Andrew/Ashley's psyche, together with the fetish and sensual aspects of his conversion he will eventually blossom into a total and complete doll, every man and boy's wet dream. And she will revel in her newfound divalike status too, just because it feels soooo good. Behavioural enhancements like these just always work better if there is some sort of effective reward. So Mrs Bentley had been sure from the beginning that Andrew, through his already impressionable predisposition and the medication they had been giving him to make him more responsive and obedient, would respond very well to a professional hypnotherapist like Mrs Bentley herself to firmly anchor the forementioned concepts in his pliable little mind.

Of course Andrew/Ashley knew that in the end he had to but actually kissing a real man was still a step further than the last remaining bit of Andrew could take but at the same time his Ashley side was overjoyed at the prospect and could barely wait to finally show their guest her utterly feminine devotion.
So  when their guest had arrived and when 'uncle' Philip finally entered the room, looking really handsome in a expensive conservative suit and tie, she wasted no time and minced over to greet him with a kiss just like aunty had instructed her to. Uncle Philip had actually put his strong muscular hands on her waist and it had felt wonderfull. And when he reacted by looking down on her with a little smile on his face and said: " Thank you for that, darling, that was very sweet.", Ashley blushed profusely whilst fluttering her eyelashes . It wasn't so much the whole act itself that had sent her mind into a delicious turmoil as it was the gesture of submission to this masculine older gentleman. In the company of this real man she was once again reminded of how she was obviously destined to be the fragile ultra-feminine princess that Mrs Bentley had insisted he/she must become.
Mrs Bentley was of course totally delighted to see Ashley acting the perfect demure and slightly feeble young lady, fluttering her eyelashes, feigning shyness and being hopelessly attracted to him. She was actually pretending to be unsteady in her 5inch heels so he'd have to support her. Yes, she was really the perfect submissive girlthing for this incurably vain gentleman and she pulled out all the tricks....... Ashley played the role to perfection and you can only do that if you really understand the part. Aunty had almost underestimated the devious mind of the 'natural transvestite'. Our sweet little Ashley actually seemed to be completely conscious of what her actions and little affectations were doing to the gentleman. She was(as they say) playing him like a fiddle. The point being that Mrs Bentley had really created a delicious pretend niece that was already taking after her mischievous aunt like few real girls could. Her little lady was actually enjoying acting all shy, prissy and delicate but deep inside she was very much the one who was directing this little play. It's where dominant males (i mean the ones who think they are - Mrs Bentley doesn't believe in the concept of dominant males) always lose out. The perfect submissive miss does not exist as real submissives are mostly people with a very low self opinion who can never handle a scenario like this without falling apart. The perfect shy demure ingenue is in the end bound to be a sweet delicate manipulative bitch.....

Of course every good thing has to come to an end and so does a perfectly succesful evening and when it was time for uncle Philip to take his leave our devious Mrs Bentley insisted that our little lady should accompany him to the door to see him out. And when the two of them stood in the small hallway to say their goodbyes uncle Phillip took a step towards her and stood very close to her. Ashley instantly became acutely aware that never before had she stood so close to a masculine older gentleman, especially one that was as tall and handsome as uncle Phillip. Even on her high heels, Ashley had to stand on her tippy-toes to look into his eyes. It felt as if they stood there for a very longlasting moment, making her feel very shy and at the same time even more anxious about what was to come. He then slowly leaned over getting even closer to her. Ashley could almost feel the heat of his body. Something stirred in her panties. His masculinity physically excited her. Ashley had never felt like this before. It made her feel so deliciously vulnerable, delicate and feminine. Then Ashley felt his hands go down and settle on her waist. He gently pulled her towards him. Ashley had no choice. To keep her balance, Ashley had to take a half step forward, resting her arms on his chest. Ashley could feel his belly on hers and his manhood pressing against her frail body. He was rigidly hard. Ashley felt his pants material brush against her delicate nylons when he moved in even closer to intimately kiss her. He held her like that whilst passionately french kissing her for quite a long time. Ashley totally loved it but Ashley was also still a little scared by her own rather disconcerting reactions and unexpected emotions. That didn't keep her from enthusiastically kissing him back and sucking on his thick muscular tongue though, Aunty's little talks were obviously doing their work (even though Ashley can hardly even remember what they were about.....).
It felt like a whole new set of instincts was guiding her. Oh how intoxicating it was to realize that Ashley herself was causing all these frantic urges in this handsome older gentleman and even more the realization of all the little erotic affectations Ashley would let loose on him to raise his desire for her even more. So here Ashley was,  already wriggling her slender silk encased body against her beau's manly frame as erotically taunting as Ashley could and immediatly feeling the result when he virtually shoved her against the wall , his masculine body now pressing into her so much Ashley felt totally physically overpowered, whilst the gentleman was once more frantically kissing her. And when he finally came up for air young Ashley could actually hear him panting......I think our little lady is really starting to enjoy aunty's little games........

Taunting and persuading.........Listen carefully....(animated)

There are still a few flaws of course but I'm getting close to what I actually wanted. The whole animating experiment has put a pause on actually writing new stuff and I'm basically just elaborating on the Bobbi Marie scenario and especially on how our darling was coerced into becoming mother's precious little lady and the ultimate wet dream of every mature man that comes in contact with her. Sometimes one has to be patient and do with what you are given for now......(especially when one is as shy and demure as effeminate people like us obviously are(lol)).

In fact, whenever you see a much older man or think about a much older man, you are very likely to become extremely horny and aroused.  Wanting him to look at you and speak to you. Wanting him to notice you so bad. To notice you and to notice how very horny you are for him.
 Because really you are always thinking about it and always wanting it and thinking about elderly men most of the time now.  And all your thoughts are always in a nice feminine voice. Always thinking in a pretty feminine voice and talking in a pretty feminine voice as you flirt with elderly men and compulsively fantasize about being kissed and courted by much older gentlemen.

The base of what we're trying to accomplish is this: When in company Bobbi Marie MUST ALWAYS be acutely, yes, even obsessively conscious and aware of the effect she is having on the men in her presence. Consequently she must also learn to be very conscious of what some of her actions, poses and movements will do to them. Deep inside boys with Bobbi's particular disposition already know what effect it has on men when he crosses his perfectly smooth nyloned legs with her incredible stiletto heels in a certain provocative manner(as those sort of  fascinations have already driven them to to their little dressing up adventures in the first place).
The basics for Bobbi's succesfull conversion were thus very much there already, we just had to make our precious little lady much more conscious of them and make her realize how excting and rewarding being desireable and desired can be. She had to learn to recognize and love the lustfull looks and stares and all other signs(yes, even bulging pants) that men and boys who lust after her may show