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Hi.
A guy with a cheerleader tick got more as he wanted.
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The Adventures Of Ronnie Hammer
by ronnie, herself...
When I was 17, fresh out of high school, with the whole summer ahead of me
before classes started at college, I really didn't know where to go; my
parents were traveling west for 2 months, and it seemed weird around my
house. You see, my two older sisters were married off within a year of each
other, and that left me, the "baby", all alone for practically the entire
summer. Well, I decided to enter school early to get a head start on some
credit hours. Most people weren't at school over the summer, so I was
offered a double dorm room for myself at the single rate, and immediately
accepted, knowing full well that my collection of girl's & women's clothing
that I'd been so discrete with at home would be free to enjoy in my own
private room, and would thus grow in size, as I acquired new items.
I had been dressing in one capacity or another since 5th grade; I was caught
on occasion with my mother's or my sisters panties hidden in my drawers
(*wink*). Mom wanted to send me to see a psychiatrist to straighten out my
"problem", but I had her convinced that I no longer dressed by the time I
was 16. Little did my family know that I had amassed a small collection of
panties & slips in the crawl space under our house, items which belonged to
my mother and my sisters which I cherished dearly.
As I unpacked the suitcases in my new found privacy, I carefully folded each
pair of panties and placed them neatly in the top drawer of my dresser. my
collection contained nearly a dozen pairs, all belonging to family members.
Also in my collection was a sweater and a very short skirt which belonged to
Cindy. Cindy was captain of the cheerleading squad at my high school, and a
year older than myself. Folding up the short red wool skirt with black &
white pleats (my school colors) the warmth in my groin grew as I thought of
the days in high school as a junior, playing trombone in the marching band.
I looked forward to each Saturday in the fall as the band would march from
the gymnasium to the stadium, preceded by the cheerleaders. As a
trombonist, I was in the first row, right behind Cindy. I could barely play
the notes as I was constantly thinking of how I could achieve a better look
of Cindy's fleshy, round, but firm thighs under that skirt. Just as much, I
had to have that skirt. I had vivid fantasies of being part of Cindy's
squad, as a "cheerleader in training". Cindy was semi-buxom, with a large
round bottom that flared from her waist like a lovely black widow's abdomen,
and nicely shaped breasts which stood up like two lovely friends standing at
attention and pressing tightly in her cheerleading sweater. Along with her
vivacious, flirty personality, Cindy was easy to imagine as a dominant
figure in my fantasies, teaching me the fine art of femininity, even though
she was but 5 foot 4. Cindy's best friend was named Buffy. Buffy was on
the squad, too, but no one knew how she got there: Buffy, too, was about 5'
4'', but she had to weigh about 170 lbs, whereas Cindy was about a
pleasantly buxom 140. Everyone made fun of Buffy, and rumors flew about
Buffy having to literally kiss Cindy's ass to get on the squad. You know
how those rumors fly...
Anyway, I knew Cindy was graduating my senior year and going to college, and
I had to have something to remember her by -- I HAD to have that
cheerleading outfit!
I carefully swiped the darling sweater and wool skirt after a pep rally one
evening in the band's storage room with no one looking.
A scandal ensued about the missing outfit, but it was soon replaced with a
brand new one.
Cindy was very angry - I remember her anger, and I felt sorry for her. I
wanted to tell Her that I just wanted to wear it once and then return it,
but of course that was not possible; it was now my outfit. i realized
through her anger also, that she is a very dominant girl who gets VERY upset
when things aren't going her way.
Anyway, this became my favorite item of clothing, and I wore it whenever I
had a chance, even staying home "sick" from school during my senior year to
have a dressing fest, complete with rented videotapes of she-males being
dominated by mistresses. I would get up on my bed in my mothers pink satin
briefs and Cindy's outfit and jump off in front of the mirror, just to see
my skirt blow up, revealing the feminizing panties covering my naughty male
anatomy. I would even practice cheers in front of the mirror, wishing
someone was around to coach me... Even though I am 5'11'', and 180 lbs, the
outfit seemed to fit just fine when I had occasion to try it on.
"Those days are over," I thought to myself as I neatly tucked the
cheerleading outfit away. No longer would I have to hide my clothing and
play sick from school to enjoy my femininity. I felt free. Only one pair
of mens underwear accompanied me to college (to wear on trips home, where I
had other mens underwear). The rest of my undergarments were from my
collection, and I left that one mens pair in a suitcase in the dorm's locked
storage room which I could only access on Mondays. Today was Tuesday. I
quivered as I chose my favorite pair of pink satin briefs with white lace
trim around the legs, to wear under my jeans, then proceeded to head for
dinner downstairs in the dorm cafeteria. It was a hot June day, and moving
into my new room had worn me out. I was about to experience my first taste
of dorm food ... baked scrod or chipped beef ... your choice... I chose
the fish and shimmied into my chair at the cafeteria table, feeling the
friction of the pink satin against my pantied ass.
By incredible coincidence, Cindy walked in. I hadn't seen her in over a
year, and I didn't even know we were going to the same college! Would she
even remember me? We sat near each other in orchestra (she's a trumpeter),
and were at the same parties, but only knew each other colloquially. I
couldn't help from staring. Her skin was the same beautiful smooth peachy
color. Her long, flowing, brown hair was now in the softest of curls with a
pink satin bow which matched her pink sweatshirt and pink sweatpants. Her
brown eyes had just enough mascara, eye liner, and shadow to give her a
somewhat girlish, but somewhat flirtatious look. I wanted to stop staring,
but I couldn't. Those hips flared from her waist and filled the back of her
sweatpants so beautifully...
I was alone at my table, as school didn't start for another week, and
besides, most people weren't at college over the summer. Then She came out
from the serving line behind me and tapped me on the shoulder from behind.
"Aren't you ronnie hammer, from the band?"
I jumped around, as I was so engrossed in fantasy, that I didn't realize She
was coming up behind me. "Yes," I stammered, and asked if She'd like to sit
with me.
"Well, I always sit with Buffy, but you can join us if you'd like."
There was Buffy, across the room. I didn't notice her when i came in. She
had chosen both fish AND chipped beef. She redefined the freshman 5 into
the freshman 15 ... she had been a growing Girl. I sat next to her anyway,
so I could sit across from Cindy's brown eyes and her two pert friends...
As the conversation went on, I learned that the Girls did not live in my
dorm, but in an apartment across the street. They both had dinner contracts
at my dorm because they didn't enjoy cooking, even though they had a
kitchenette. They joked about hiring a maid for the summer to cook for them
and clean up after their parties. Boy, were they playing mind games on me
without even realizing it! I would die to be Cindy's housemaid, cooking her
meals, washing her delicate clothing...
I think Buffy might have been paying extra for Her meal contract; Her thighs
were quite muscular, though, I noticed. She was not flabby, but firm, as I
saw looking down next to me at Her thighs below Her white pleated
circle/mini skirt. Her hair was blond, and Her eyes were the lightest of
blues. The white t-shirt She wore clung tightly against Her large, breasts,
and the outline of lace on a pink bra could be made out at such close range.
Buffy looked very feminine in a funny sort of way, with a liberal
application of blusher and mascara.
The conversation had ceased momentarily, so without even thinking, I said,
"You look very nice today, Buffy." And She did, too. There was something
very attractive about Her. Buffy stopped eating long enough to thank me for
being kind, and She said, "Well, BOTH of you look great today." "I did
Cindy's hair today, ronnie, what do you think of it?"
"You have gorgeous hair Cindy, and You did a great job, Buffy!" I said, and
noticed Buffy winking Cindy's way out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't
believe the girl whose skirt I was wearing only days ago was sitting across
the table from me.
Dinner ended all too soon, and Cindy and Buffy got up. I followed suit, and
bumped Buffy's tray, sending a fork careening across the floor. Buffy
chased it, and as she did in her floppy miniskirt, bent over, I could make
out the outline of some pretty pink panties ... probably to match her bra
... What if She saw my panties? ... What would She think?.... I
wondered...
"ronnie, would you be a dear, and help us carry some things back to our
apartment?" Cindy coyly asked, and of course I agreed. Buffy had a big
brown box next to Her, addressed to Her, and I figured that was what I was
going to carry. After our trays were deposited, Buffy picked up the box. I
said I should be carrying that, but She said it was something important and
She'd rather be carrying it. I soon realized, walking with the two Girls,
that we were headed for the dorm's laundry room, where Cindy & Buffy were
doing their weekly laundry.
"I had to pick up this box at the post office. Could you carry my laundry
up to our place for me?" Buffy asked. I said I would and watched the two
Girls load Their baskets from the dryers. I've always wanted to candidly
view Cindy's clothing collection, and here I was: watching Her gingerly
remove Her delicate clothing from the dorm dryer. Cindy pulled out a pair
of black satin bikinis out, held them out and giggled, "do you remember
THESE, Buffy?" They both looked at me and turned away, giggling. After They
filled their baskets, Buffy handed me hers, which included some of the most
exquisite lingerie i've ever laid eyes upon, let alone my hands. The
clothing had the lightest scent of perfumed fabric softener, wafting through
my sinuses, and causing my once flaccid cock to harden within its satin
confines. The sight of Buffy's garter belt in the basket made the
butterflies in my stomach flutter, and seeing her brightest yellow panties
laying on top made my vision blur. Buffy asked, "Wait! Where's our
outfits?" Cindy reached in the dryer, placed two cheerleader's outfits, just
like mine, into the basket I was holding and said, "We still practice our
cheers, now and then, ronnie." And then She winked at me. Cindy winked at
me!!! I dropped the basket, and Buffy's yellow panties dropped to the
floor. They giggled as I delicately replaced them upon the pile and picked
up the basket. Going up the stairs to the main entrance of the dorm, I
followed the Girls, seeing those lovely pink panties peeking from under
Buffy's mini, lovingly embracing Her large, but rounded ass cheeks, as if
pulling them out toward me. I also noticed the darkness of some deep
colored panties under Cindy's pink sweats. This, in addition to my cock
rubbing against my own satin briefs with each step of the stairs, made me
stop a moment. "Too heavy for you?" Cindy beckoned. It was too much to
handle, in any event.
We finally arrived at Their apartment, which was very homey, but not too
tidy. Buffy went into the kitchen to find a few cold ones for the three of
us. Then I realized I had to pee. I quietly asked Cindy where the little
boy's room was, and She replied, "All We have here is a little girls room,
but We'll let you use it anyway. Around the corner on the right." Well
around the corner on the right was the pink bathroom, but I couldn't help
noticing around the corner on the left was the lone bedroom in the place --
with one large canopy bed with 4 huge posts rising up to the ceiling, and
pink and white trim around the bottom. I relieved myself in the pretty pink
bathroom, and noticed the array of beautiful panties hanging upon the
curtain rod, both in Cindy's and Buffy's sizes. I pulled my own panties
back up, but not my pants, and pulled down a smooth white pair of briefs
which were Cindy's and a large red pair of bikinis which belonged to Buffy.
I placed the crotch of Buffy's to my nose and smelled the sweetness of Her
young Womanhood. Cindy's were just as sweet. My cock grew larger, and I
lightly touched it. it grew some more.
I tucked these two pairs into my own panties, pulled up my pants and opened
the door to see Cindy crouched in front of the door, picking up a pen.
"Dropped a pen...," Cindy muttered and stood up. I noticed the door had a
wide keyhole -- wide enough to see everything that just happened, IF She was
watching.
Was She watching? I couldn't tell at first. Buffy brought out 3 cold beers
and we all sucked them down furiously. it must have been 95 outside, and
the humidity was unbearable. The Girls went back to get a second round for
us and returned giggling. Buffy proudly declared that She MUST make a trip
to the little GIRL'S room, with emphasis on GIRLS! I was reasonably sure I
was in trouble, so I told Cindy it was about time I left. Before I reached
the door, Buffy came running in screaming, "Who's got My FAVORITE pair of
red panties?!" They both turned toward me and I blushed my little heart out.
I was caught red handed (or red pantied, so to speak), and I just stood
there, quivering and red.
"Give them to me, ronnie!" Buffy cried like a little girl. i shook
violently as I removed them from my jeans and placed them delicately in Her
hands.
"Isn't there another pair down there, ronnie, dear?" Cindy slyly slurred.
"I've been totally humiliated," I stammered as I handed Cindy's white satin
briefs with pink floral appliques at the legs back to Her. My little
undeserving dick grew as they continued to glare at me. "I think We have a
little panty thief here, Buffy," Cindy proclaimed proudly. "I know you have
one last pair down there. Buffy and I want to see them!"
They folded Their arms across their chests as I lowered my jeans in front of
Them. "My, my, sissy, where did you ever come across these lovely sissy
pink panties?" Cindy asked.
I told them they were my mother's. "Does she dress you like that, or do you
do that all on your sissy own?" Buffy giggled.
"my mother doesn't know I wear her panties..."
My cock was rock hard and straining against the pink fabric. "Only
little girls wear sissy pink panties like those! Do you want to be a little
girl like Buffy? Show ronnie, Buffy." With that, Buffy giggled, turned
around and flipped up Her skirt, but for a moment, showing us all Her huge,
but somehow attractive ass covered in pink.
"No, I want to be a guy..."
Cindy stated, "you're not doing a very good job at it in those panties! I
bet you'd make a sweet little girl. Buffy's been MY little girl for a few
years now, and I think She'd like a playmate. Would You like to have ronnie
for a playmate, Buffy, Sweet?"
Buffy nodded, and I started to quiver, standing with my jeans around my
ankles and pink panties encasing my naughty dick.
"Buffy, please bring something more appropriate for ronnie."
Buffy scampered away, the floorboards creaking, and quickly returned with a
pair of oversized pink rhumba panties with strips of white lace sewn across
the back. Buffy then, ever so gently, removed my mothers pink panties from
me and replaced them with the rhumba panties, and lovingly kissed my
posterior, once. I didn't put up a fight. They knew I was enjoying this,
and Buffy took my mother's panties back to the bedroom.
"she's so cute, Buffy. We'll have to dress her in some more of Your clothes
soon ... the special clothes..." Cindy continued, "I'll bet she was
responsible for My cheerleading outfit disappearing two years ago..."
Guilt was written all over my face in the form of a blush. i stood there in
my mother's panties, in front of Buffy&Cindy, quivering more than ever. my
silence was my guilty plea.
"Do you still have it?"
I nodded, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Good. I want you back here tomorrow at 5 PM, sharp, wearing the outfit you
stole! That cost Me forty dollars to replace!!! The least I could get is
to see you in it! Now put your little clit back in your pants and go home,
sissy girl. Be here if you don't want your mom to get her panties back in
the mail from Us ... We have the evidence!"
That they did, I realized, as I pulled my jeans back over my sissy rhumba
panties and cowered out the door.
As I walked down the stairs from Cindy's apartment, She said, "Make sure you
get registered for classes tomorrow, and be ready for a lengthy stay!"
Registration was tomorrow, and I had no commitments other than that until
next Monday when classes started ... and today was Tuesday!!! The last
thing I could hear from Them was a chorus of giggling which seemed to
reverberate all the way back to my dorm room.
Back in my room, I tried to gather my senses; I couldn't. I realized I had
no options. Cindy & Buffy had my mothers panties, and were prepared to
incriminate me, unless I was at Their apartment, in a cheerleaders outfit,
in the MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON!!! What if i came there in my jeans? I
couldn't; They had me against the wall, and They knew it.
I opened my panty drawer in my new room and looked at the things which got
me in so much trouble: my sister's & mother's panties lying there in such
an array of rainbow colors and coated with perfume, lace and ribbon. But
then I saw the cheerleading outfit. I remembered Cindy, Her lovely body,
Her dominant personality, Her grin and giggle as I stood before Her in
Buffy's sissy pink rhumba panties...
Oh, how I loved Cindy. I remembered the moment I stole Her outfit, how I
longed to see myself in those dear garments. It was all happening to me, my
fantasies coming real, but I was scared. i cried myself to sleep, and the
mixed emotions of fear and anticipation for the next day stirred the essence
of my dreams.
I woke in simple white satin briefs. I was so scared and thoroughly
embarrassed in front of the Girls that I wanted to sleep in men's undies
again, but I had none, and it was too late last night to go shopping. I
thought the simple panties would help me feel less excited as I slept, but
the feel of satin against the "clit" which Cindy & Buffy taunted yesterday
was the victor, and I soon realized I had a wet dream in my white panties,
leaving a yellowish stain running down the smooth, silky fabric. Droplets
of cum clung to my leg, and I sat and cried again. Registration started at
10 AM and it was 9:30. No time to buy any mens underwear... I had to be on
time... I wiped my tears, showered quickly, put on Buffy's rhumba panties
again (did She want them back? I didn't want to do anything wrong ... They
were in control...) and dressed.
Registration, involving running back & forth to & from all the departments I
had classes with, took me all day. It was 4 PM and I had to be dressed and
ready for the Girls at 5. I stood in my last line at the administration
building, and I heard a voice whisper, "Hurry, sissy..." By the time I
realized what happened, I saw Cindy walking away, Buffy scampering behind.
I never saw Cindy's radiant face, but Buffy turned Her head, gave me the
sliest grin, and smacked Her lips my way.
All I could see was Cindy from the back, in a rainbow striped fluttery
blouse, a black floppy mini which accentuated Her hips, and the seams up the
backs of Her panty hose (or were they stockings ... oh, I wanted a
peek...). Buffy's long blond hair billowed over Her wide shoulders encased
in Pink. She was all Pink. Pink blouse, Pink Reeboks, and sheer Pink knee
hi's under the tightest of Pink spandex pants which shimmered in the bright
light. Her buxom ass was separated into two beautiful halves by the tight
crotch...
I got back to my room at 4:50, threw on Cindy's cheerleader outfit over
Buffy's pink rhumba panties, and looked at myself in the floor length mirror
on the back of my door. I looked silly, and I cried because this outfit,
which once was my source of pleasure, was now my downfall. I looked like a
big sissy.
Oh, my God! 2 minutes to go, and HOW am I going to get across street to
Cindy's?! I did the only thing I could; I threw on my winter parka which
barely covered the bottom of my skirt and hastened for the exit. I ran half
way across the street and realized that running made my skirt clearly
visible. I saw two other girls walking down the street, giggling. Did they
see me? I saw nothing through Cindy's window. The shades were pulled. I
walked the rest of the way across and got inside the apartment, in my parka.
It was 95. The heat wave hadn't let up.
I walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor where Cindy was. I got to the top
and saw two little Catholic school girls about 12 or 13 go into the
apartment across the hall. They were behind me on the stairs!!! They
looked at me and giggled loudly as they went in their room. Were they
laughing at my parka in this weather? I doubt it. If they looked up, they
would surely have seen the white lace on my pink rhumba panties under my
parka and skirt. I knocked and blushed beet red.
There They were. Buffy & Cindy stood before me at the door, in cheerleading
outfits which matched the one I'd concealed.
"Get in here, sissy girl!", Cindy demanded, "and take that parka off! You
are 3 minutes late for cheerleader practice!" "Take ronnie's coat, Buffy,
and bring her some new shoes!"
Buffy was gone several minutes. Cindy slowly sauntered around my sissy
self. When She reached my posterior, She put an arm around my waist and
pushed my torso forward. I bent. She laughed girlishly when She saw
Buffy's panties on my ass, and then straightened me up.
She squeezed my cheeks and said, "you make a VERY cute sissy cheerleader,
and if you are a good girl, I'll let you join My squad. Wouldn't you like
that, my sissy ronnie girl?"
"Y-Y-Y-es...", I muttered through a wall of embarrassment.
"Good ... Oh, Buffy, those are divine!!! ronnie needs a fitting right
away!!!"
Buffy held out a pair of white and black saddle shoes, and a pair of white
ankle socks with the most delicate lace at the top.
"Sit, sissy!!!", Cindy commanded. I did so, and Buffy removed my old
sneakers, and gently completed my footwear. I remembered that the Catholic
schoolgirls I'd seen moments ago were wearing the same, and my sissy clit
grew, as Buffy looked up my short, pleated skirt. The shoes fit fine, but
just tight enough to feel confined.
Cheerleader practice began with kicks and yells. I was to face both Girls
as I yelled for them, "my name's sissy ronnie -- one, two, three -- I wear
sissy panties -- look at me!" and with "me", I was to turn around, bend
over, and properly expose my lacy rhumba panties to the giggling girls. I
did this several times until the Buffy insisted that She wanted to see me
play with my sissy clit, which was now rock hard in my panties. I pulled it
through the leg band of the pink satin confines and began to stroke.
"Cheer, sissy! Like We taught you!!!" yelled Buffy, and I sang my cheer
louder and louder in a sissy sing-song voice for them until I soiled Buffy's
panties in the most wonderful orgasm I ever experienced. I laid there for
awhile, and then heard a click
*CLICK*!!!
Buffy ran back to the bedroom with a videotape of my entire cheerleading
performance. I ran after Her, tripped on the laces of my saddle shoes, and
fell flat on my sissy face, crying.
"What's the matter, sissy girl?" Cindy taunted, "Wasn't that fun? We're
going to have Sooooo much more fun, too!" She looked slier than ever. Buffy
came back with a wide smile on Her pudgy face. "The tape, and your parka
too, are safely locked away in Cindy's trunk, sissy ronnie. I think you'll
be staying with Us for a while, because only Cindy has the combination, and
you have to earn it from Her!!!"
I looked at Cindy's beautiful face. "That's right, little girl," Cindy
teased.
"I'm so embarrassed, I could cry!" I whimpered.
"Not as embarrassed as when you see your wardrobe for the week, sissy
ronnie," Cindy said. She was enjoying my new name. "Buffy, show ronnie her
new things..."
Buffy waited until I tied my saddle shoes up again, and lead me by the
hand into the bedroom. There were two closets. One for Cindy, filled with
black, red, and deep purple skirts and blouses (no pants). Buffy's was
filled with oversized pink, white, yellow, and baby blue party dresses, with
puffy sleeves, tight bodices, and flaring skirts. Also in there were
numerous petticoats, of heavily layered satin and crinoline, and a huge hoop
dress with a plunging neckline, like Scarlet O'Hara would wear, only
puffier! Buffy pointed at Her closet, "we share this one, ronnie."
I noticed the antique dresser, in white, with added padlocks on all the
shelves but the top. Buffy opened the top drawer,"we share these, too." And
inside were the loveliest pink, white, and bright yellow panties, just like
I was wearing, plus training bras,tights, and darling ankle socks. my mouth
gaped open with pleasure and fear. I felt so sissified, that I quivered in
my ankle socks. The box that Buffy was carrying the day before was on top
of the dresser. I wondered what could be so special...
"Mistress Cindy likes you, sissy ronnie. you should be thankful," Buffy
whispered into my ear. Cindy stepped into the room.
"Behave yourselves, girls, We have a long week ahead of us, and it's just
begun!" There we all were, three girls after our cheerleading practice.
Cindy had me sit between Buffy and Herself as She sweetly explained the
terms of this week. I was to be trained as a Girl, how to dress like a
Girl, talk like a Girl, walk like a Girl, eat like a Girl ... not a
Woman..., a Girl. I had little choice in the matter, as They possessed a
video tape of my performance as a cheerleader, and were happy to distribute
copies to whomever They saw fit, including my mother, who was to receive a
copy, wrapped in the pink panties of hers i had worn the day before, if I
was not a satisfactory Girl. There was not even an acceptable scrap of
clothing or towel to make a mad dash home in; that was all safely locked
away. Of course, that mad dash would certainly lead to wide distribution of
the tape, as well. I felt like a naughty sissy in my soiled, pink rhumba
panties, and incredibly helpless with no way out, other than pleasing BOTH
Cindy and Buffy, physically, mentally, emotionally, and of course ...
sexually (but that was still a way off). Yet somehow I felt very secure and
loved as a cheerleader, between these two cheerleaders. We sat there for
some time, Their arms around myself and Each Other. I nuzzled Cindy's
delicate Breast with my nose. "Welcome to The Squad, sissy ronnie," said
Cindy.
Buffy hugged me, Her Breasts lovingly caressing my sissyness with warmth. I
belonged.
We three Girls held each other for about a half hour, my sissy cum drying a
stain into my pink rhumba panties and forming a thin crust upon my leg. I
felt so warm and loved, yet knowing that Cindy was completely in charge of
my training. There were no two ways about it:
I was to be Cindy's little girl until Sunday. Little did I know that this
would become such an important part of my life.
Cindy's lavish pink bathroom contained a large, heart-shaped bathtub. Cindy
requested that Buffy, my new Sister, and I were to take a refreshing,
perfumed bubble bath together. Cindy, though 8 inches shorter than myself,
was in control, and She knew it.
Buffy put Her finger to her lips once we were in the bathroom. "Shhhh,
sissy ronnie, don't say a word," cooed Buffy, and she lowered my skirt,
noticing the cum stains on her rhumba panties. "We'll have to get you a
fresh change of panties dear, but Cindy might have to punish you for being
such a naughty girl and soiling your pretty pink panties..."
She eventually had me stark naked. I quivered, and Buffy said, "Be a dear
and draw our bath, sissy."
I filled the tub with warm, bubbly water, scented with delicate lavender and
lilac and proceeded to help my plump Sister out of Her cheerleaders outfit.
She had on panties just like mine! I wanted to kiss Her lace-covered Ass,
but She motioned no, and I heeded Her. She was so beautiful. Her body was
large and round, but not a sign of flabby skin or "thunder thighs" could be
found. Her body was like a dreamy Cloud which I wished to ride. But 5 foot
4, She was Love itself. I loved my Sister. I wanted to be like Her, to be
so gentle, to love Cindy as She must... When I saw She had but the shortest
sprouts of baby-fine blond hair near Her Vagina, like a darling little girl,
She smiled at me, softly. Without a word, we stepped into the tub hand in
hand as Sisters.
We each had a big, pink, heart-shaped sponge. Bathing each other was a
delight in itself. Never had I really been able to enjoy a naked girl
before then; clothing always had to be involved to gain a great deal of
arousal, but this was different. Buffy KNEW I was Cindy's sissy girl, and
She treated me as such. We sponged each other, everywhere, but in a
non-sexual way. Of course, my penis rose when She washed the naughty cum
from my thighs and crotch, but Buffy just smiled and continued... "you'll
learn, soon, dear," Buffy whispered. I did, and I lovingly caressed Her
thighs with the sponge, washed between Her toes, and made sure those soft,
blond hairs (the only hair on Her aside from Her head) were clean. I knew
there was a great deal of training to endure; to attempt to approach Her in
a lustful way now would have been "improper", and Buffy made this clear to
me in a loving, Sisterly way. She cradled me in Her Bosom for 20
minutes..."I love You..." I whispered, and She held me tighter.
Buffy & I finally got out of the tub, "smelling as proper girls should," She
said. I was to be properly sissified next, and Buffy led me by the hand
into the bedroom where Cindy was waiting, in White. White waist cincher.
White push-up bra. White garter straps delicately descending from Her waist
cincher over her wide, flaring hips and attached to White seamed stockings.
White pumps. White lace fingerless gloves. Her face was redone, Her
mascara perfectly accentuating Her eyelashes and deep brown eye shadow to
let both us girls know that She meant business.
Oh, and Cindy's Panties ... I had tried to lift them the day before, and
there they were, encasing Her broad, flaring Hips ... they weren't bikinis
... these briefs, with the delicate rosebuds above Her Thighs were
gorgeous. The thigh was cut high on these, but I still saw no tan line.
Cindy straightened out Her Panties as She stood and the garter straps gently
ran over the smooth satin of Them as She did so.
"You look delightful, Buffy," and Cindy squeezed Her into Her Own Bosom,
"but you, sissy ronnie, you smell sweet, but look SO un-sissy like!" my clit
was standing straight out as I stood naked, trembling from the air around me
after my bubble bath. "We'll have to transform you into a proper playmate
for Buffy ..." She added. Buffy handed Cindy my soiled rhumba panties and
proceeded to dress Herself in a White Baby Doll, with puffy sleeves, and a
skirt which, with its numerous frilly underskirts, stood out from Her wide
Hips, barely revealing the white satin panties which cupped Her big,
beautiful Ass cheeks from below. Cindy looked very stern as She ran Her
Fingers across the satin, feeling my naughty cum stain Cindy glared at me,
grabbed my clit (for the first time ever) and twisted as she warned me never
to soil my panties again. I apologized to Cindy, but She remained upset.
"you need much training, sissy..." She sighed, as She shook Her Head at my
naughty clit.
We three Girls stepped into the pink bathroom, and Cindy motioned for me to
sit on the toilet seat as Buffy pulled numerous items from the white
cabinets: Nair, Bikini Bare, a Straight Razor, Eau Fresh Perfume, a makeup
kit, and other various instruments of Feminization. I objected fiercely,
but to no avail, for "Cindy's videotape of little sissy girl ronnie hammer,
soiling her rhumba panties at cheerleader practice was obviously far too
incriminating," Buffy giggled. Buffy proceeded to cover my legs liberally
with Nair, but didn't stop there. my chest and arms were next. my legs
were to be raised as the Nair was applied to the backs of my thighs. Buffy
helped me hold my legs up for what seemed the longest time. I felt so
strange and helpless as I felt the foam dissolving my manly hair, tingling
as it worked.
"Into the shower, sissy!" Cindy commanded and Buffy pushed my foam-laden
body into the stall. Cindy was very impatient, and I had to rinse the hair
off my naked body quickly.
As I stepped out, hairless besides my head and pubic area, Buffy snickered
as She held back what would have been a very loud giggle. I was commanded
to lie prone on the floor next. with my arms out on the big pink rug on the
bathroom floor. Cindy stood on my hairless arms, Her Heels on one side of
my arms, Her Toes on the other so that I was trapped by Her as She faced my
sissy clit. All I could see was the Crotch of Her Panties as She oversaw a
process I was unable to see. I felt my pubic hairs being cut, as Buffy
worked gingerly around my clitoris. I strained as much as I could, and
Cindy shouted, "Careful, sissy! She's got a straight razor! We wouldn't
want to see your sissy clit cut off now, or would We?!" Both Girls giggled
loudly, and I was forced to spread my legs as Buffy carefully sliced all my
pubic hair to a very short length. All I could see was Cindy's grinning
face over Her Breasts as They were supported by Her push-up bra, and Her
Crotch, as the tiniest bit of wetness showed through the beautiful White
Satin of Her Panties. I could tell She enjoyed seeing me squirm. After the
close shave, I was made to stand for Cindy. Buffy took what looked like a
long steel rod with leather clasps on each end and fastened my hairless feet
into the clasps. my legs were spread so far apart that I couldn't stand,
and had to prop myself up against the wall.
Cindy held my hands there as Buffy applied Bikini Bare liberally over my
entire crotch, testicles and all. It burned fiercely at first, but soon
became a dull pain, as I was near passing out. I had no leverage against
Cindy's grip. Buffy massaged as the tingling continued. It seemed like
ages before Buffy sponged away the remaining hair. I then received what
must have been the closest shave on my face I ever incurred, at Buffy's
knowing Hands. my legs still spread wide, Cindy tied my wrists to a heavy
chrome towel rack with pink satin ribbons.
I then felt a tube inserted into my hairless rectum and a slow but sure
gushing feeling I could barely recall from my childhood. The warm enema
flowed into me, filling my sissy, hairless body. Cindy held the bag up as
Buffy parted my long brown hair down the middle. I felt my hair pulled to
each side, and tied in ribbons. my hair was in pigtails! This, along with
the warmth filling my behind, made my 7 inch sissy clitoris strain for
attention. The Girls said little, but continued giggling, and making
comments like, "Aw, come on, sissy ronnie, take it like a good little girl,"
or, "Doesn't she look cuter already?" or,"Maybe we should stop. I think
she's enjoying it too much." The harmony of the mild Pain and the warm
Pleasure caused a chorus of cooing, girlish sounds to emanate from my
glottal passage. Buffy stroked my pigtails.
The bag was empty. Cindy demanded that I hold the soapy warm water, and to
help, Buffy inserted a large butt plug in my hairless sissy hole. I felt so
full I wanted to burst. I wanted to burst from excitement too, as I was
released from the leather clasps and my previously soiled rhumba panties
were slid over my sore, hairless crotch area.
I was then commanded to sit on the toilet seat again, as Buffy painted my
toenails and fingernails, and then worked on transforming my face. Mascara,
Base, Blush, Eye Shadow, Eye Liner, Lipstick, and who knows what else were
professionally applied by Buffy as I fought off the tremendous pressure the
warm, filling enema applied upon the butt plug which my rectum grabbed onto
for dear life, like a thousand drowning people grabbing for a life rope,
lest I explode inside my pink rhumba panties. my cum from my cheerleading
practice expose was drying still, and felt cold now against my hairless
crotch. Buffy, in her White, Girlish nightdress, sat Herself into my lap,
Her legs wrapped around my sissy body as She worked. Her pristine white
pantied Ass cheeks spilled over my thighs and clitoris, and Her tremendous
weight nearly made me lose all my water! To hold it in, I grabbed Buffy,
pulling myself into Her Big, Billowy Breasts, but She pushed me away and
returned to the topic of my sissyfying.
Cindy's gentle Hands ran Noxemma along my tender legs, arms, and chest as
Buffy worked. It stung at first, but soon became cool and soothing. I
thanked Cindy. "you're very welcome, dear sissy ronnie girl," She cooed
like a Mother cradling Her child.
When Buffy finished, She stood me up, the water shifting in my body,
straining against the butt plug hidden under my pink rhumba panties. Cindy
looked over my body, now transformed into that of a little girl. "Very
acceptable, Buffy," Cindy stated as She ran Her Hands along my hairless
body. I shook franticly as I crossed my legs, standing as I held my enema
like a little girl needing to pee.
"I think your little playmate has to go potty, Buffy," Cindy declared, "but
we have yet to complete her transformation!" Buffy quickly scampered off and
returned with another baby doll like her own, only Pink. She lifted my
hairless sissy arms and slid the top on. my rhumba panties remained on,
holding my butt plug. I finally saw myself in the mirror. I recognized the
girl I saw, but she had no resemblance to ronnie hammer yesterday. I saw
the new, "sissy girl, ronnie hammer" in the mirror, and I cooed softly. I
was hurt, but happy. Then Cindy snapped on a tight pair of rubber panties
over my pink satin rhumba panties and told me to crawl over to my crib.
"Only baby girls soil their panties, sissy girl," Buffy giggled. Then Cindy
proclaimed, "Get on your knees, sissy ronnie, and crawl into the living
room! I have some special training for you tonight. Training for little
girls who soil their panties!!"
I didn't know what awaited me, but I did as she commanded. It was too late
to fight. I was to be a sissy baby girl, because Cindy demands it be so.
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