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          Letter to the Staff of http://www.sissify.com
              (as dictated by Annie to Vickie Tern)              


Dear Sissify Staff:

I think you should know how my signing on with you has changed my
life.  I know I'm happier now by far, but that isn't up to me any
more.  My girlfriend now owns me and she's so satisfied with me
that finally she has decided to marry me.  But ours hasn't exactly
been a typical romance.  I'd better tell you about it.

I've always enjoyed imagining what it would be like to be a girl,
to look as pretty and dress the way girls do. I've downloaded lots
of stories about it from the Net.  But I've never had the courage
to try it myself, not even to try on a pair of panties.  The
thought always got me trembling.  My urges got so powerful they
frightened me -- I couldn't tell where they'd lead.  That's why I
joined up immediately when I saw your web site instructing me how to
become a virtual girl.  It was fun obeying your orders, and
pretending I was doing all those feminine things, and then reading
your encouraging messages.

Well, it happens that a couple of months ago I was reading where you
explain to sissies how to please their men by sucking their cocks,
when suddenly I heard my girlfriend's voice just behind me.

"Oh, my!" she said.  "How fascinating!  But you read so slowly,
Andy!  Scroll down so I can see which they advise you to do first,
lick the pre-cum off the tip of the man's cock or just take the
whole head into your mouth!  Which do you do?"

I was shocked!  Never so embarrassed in my life!  There behind me
was my girlfriend Kate calmly reading the screen over my shoulder! 
How long had she been there?!  What must she  think of me!?  That
would never have happened last year when she was still doing office
work, and wore perfume and clicked around all day on heels.  I
always knew when she was home, from her scent and her sound.  But
then she finished her nursing degree and took that job in that
downtown clinic, and  now between her rubber-soled shoes and her
silent ways she could be anywhere!  Like, just behind me!

"Is this what you dream about when you're not working?" she asked. 
"Becoming a girl?  Tell me, sweetie, right now is that what you are
in your own mind?  If that what you want to be?  Do you want to
wear pretty clothes, and look cute, so boys will like you?  I mean
even when you aren't giving them head?" 

"I e-mailed a long report in this afternoon," was all I could think
to say.  "My boss says he's happy with it.  I thought I'd just look
around a little,"  I finished vaguely.  My face was flushed deep
red because now the screen was illustrating the best ways to slide
your bright red lips up and down a cock so a man will cum in your
mouth.

"Let's see what this place is, what the web site is where you like
to just look around a little."   

Before I could reach for an off-switch she leaned over and took the
mouse and began clicking her way back and forth through the whole
Sissify web site.  I just sat there, humiliated.  There was no
escaping even the name, "Sissify."   That is what it was for.  For
feminizing men.  She glanced at medical papers on hormones and
stories about wives and girlfriends converting men into their
sisters or whores and different domineering women demanding that
their sissies wear panties and brassieres all the time and pictures
of men fully dressed as women with real breasts and real cocks too,
and many appreciative letters to the staff thanking them for their
help.  Now and then she glanced at me, a slight smile curling her
mouth.  In no time she'd seen it all.

"Well," she said.  "Very interesting.  I see you didn't just
stumble into this garden of delights.  You had to join up, didn't
you, uh, 'Annie.'  That's your screen name, isn't it, sweetheart? 
That's so sweet!  You even had to fill out an elaborate
questionnaire, didn't you?  You really want this, don't you?"  

She remembered something.  "Did you remember to tell them how once
you volunteered to rinse out my soiled undies, and I let you?  I
thought it was an odd offer at the time, and I wondered about you. 
Did you sniff them?  Did you try on some of my prettier panties
afterward?"

"No, I didn't dare."  I had nothing else to say.  I sat there
clutching my hands in my lap.  Nowhere to hide!  I felt devastated! 

"You didn't dare follow out your little urges?  You wanted me to
tell you to wear my panties?"  Her voice was no longer mocking, but
it had taken on an odd lilt.  

I said nothing.  That was what I wanted, yes.

"You know, Andy dear," she went on.  "I've been thinking about your
proposal to me, your wanting to marry me?  I mean, we do live
together and all, but I'd had no idea you felt that way toward me,
that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me and all.  I
was really deeply moved, Andy honey, really, and I've been looking
very deeply into my own feelings and needs since then.  Into what
I want in a husband.  But this puts a different color on a decision
like that, doesn't it?  It does make a difference."

I got frightened.  "Kate, please!!" I said.  I'd blown it!  She'll
never want to marry me now!  Oh, God!  "Kate, this isn't me!"  I
almost started to cry.  "I've never done any of these things!"

"Why not?"  

A surprising question.  I turned to look behind me, and found I was
looking straight into her eyes.  They were quite serious, curious,
not at all scornful.  I couldn't answer her.  Because I'm a real
man, not a sissy?  Because the idea scared me?  Would pretending to
be a woman scare a real man?  Any answer declared that I was either
a wannabe sissy or a pathetic wimp!  So I said nothing.  

There was one pathetic wimp in our circle we saw socially now and
then, and I'd always felt sorry for him.  In fact just the previous
week Kate's best friend Claire had brought him to dinner with her
-- they were married.  Claire is a strong-minded, no-nonsense
doctor where they both work, stunning and self-assured, and Wilmer
looks to be her complete opposite -- he's good-looking enough,
and well-built, but very quiet, even timid.  I think he's an
accountant.  And Claire keeps him that way.  Wilmer spoke up only
twice all evening and she put him down both times, and he looked
apologetic both times. 

After they left we talked about mismatched couples.  Kate thought
Wilmer an interesting choice in a man for a dynamic woman like
Claire.  "She likes to be in charge, I suppose," she said. 
"There's something to say for that."

I thought so too.  "I guess Claire likes wearing the pants.  Or
maybe she enjoys Wilmer so much from the waist down -- he looks
pretty fit, physically -- that she doesn't mind any deficiencies
higher up."  

Kate started to say something about that, then lapsed silent.  

But now, I thought, she's surely thinking I'm another Wilmer!  Oh,
God!

Suddenly she came around in front of me and pushed my keyboard to
one side and turned and leaned her round rump onto the edge of my
desk and then lifted up and sat down right where the keyboard had
been.  There just under my face was her crotch, covered by her
tight jeans, the deep crease between her legs visible despite the
heavy denim.  Her labia may have been swollen the whole length of
her slit.  Was she excited about something?  I couldn't take my
eyes off that crease.  Was the denim dark there, because she was a
little wet?

Now her body was blocking the screen.  "Never mind these games you
like to play with your imagination," she said.  "Let's see what
you're really capable of doing.  Do you really want to be my
submissive sissy girl, Annie honey?  To do everything I tell you? 
Let's say I want you to kiss my pussy, right there where you're
staring?  Would you want to?"

There was safety in honesty.  "Yes."

"But would you do it?  Kiss it just the way it is, just because I
tell you to?  I've had no shower all day, and there's sweat and who
knows what other kinds of dried moisture down there, maybe even
some pee that never got wiped away.  And who knows what else right
now."  She wiggled her bottom on the desk a few times, tempting me.

I thought about it.  We'd never done any oral sex, just a lick and
a promise once, right after we'd both showered and gotten into bed. 
She didn't seem to want it, at least from me.  So this was a test
of some kind.

"Yes," I said.

"What if I've just been with another man, and haven't had time to
clean myself up.  Would you kiss me there anyhow?  Like right now?"

Now she was playing with me.  There haven't been any other men.
There couldn't have been.   "Have you been?" I asked.

"That's not the question.  The question is, would you if I told you
to?  Now that you're worried, why don't you ask me to let you kiss
my pussy?  Are you afraid to ask, sissy girl!"

"Please, Kate," I blurted out desperately, trying to show her I was
a man, not afraid to ask.  "May I kiss your pussy?"  There it still
was, that magical crease curving down below her pelvic mound.

"Please, who?"

I thought a moment.  I knew she was a quick study, and I couldn't
be sure what she'd absorbed while she was surfing her way through
"Sissify."  So I went all out.  "Please, Mistress Kate, may I kiss
your beautiful cunt?  Please?"

"Maybe," she replied.  

She sounded as if she were enjoying this new teasing game.  I
didn't dare look up and break the spell.  It isn't polite to look
directly at your Mistress's face when you are being dominated.  

"Annie, I don't think I want you to call me "Mistress," except
maybe when I need to be strict with you.  But you can't call me
'Kate' any more.  It isn't respectful from a sissy-girl.  "'Kate'
is for an equal, for a boyfriend or a girlfriend.  And you aren't
my boyfriend right now, and you aren't my girlfriend either.  Not
yet.  So you'd better call me 'Ms. Katherine' or 'Ma'am' until
you're one or the other.  Are you willing to serve me
unquestioningly, Annie dear?  To do everything I tell you?  To be
mine?  For me to own you?"

I was absolutely entranced!  This was too good to be true!  Here
was my actual girlfriend playing my favorite fantasy game, and I
never knew she even knew about that kind of thing!  Maybe we could
stretch this out through the entire weekend?  "Oh, Yes, Ms.
Katherine!" I replied.  I glanced quickly up, then shyly back down
to her crotch again.  She was indeed grinning broadly to herself,
delighted about something, and from the gleam in her eyes I could
see that her mind was racing away at a mile a minute!  "Yes,
Ma'am!," I repeated for emphasis. 

"Everything?  I mean it, Andy!  I really mean it!  Are you sure you
don't want to back away!"

What could she have in mind?  I didn't care!  I was ecstatic! 
"Yes, Ms. Katherine."                                             

"Then in token of your new servile status you may touch your nose
and mouth to my pussy and sniff me once, and then kiss me through
my jeans.  Later maybe I'll let you smell my naked slit and lick up
anything you find there, if you can prove you're really sincere,
and if you do everything I ask.  Not yet."   

She paused for a moment.  I could tell that all kinds of switches
were closing on plans in her head.  "Then, Annie dear, I want you
to go up to our bedroom and strip yourself naked and wait for me to
join you there.  I need to make some arrangements down here before
we continue with this."  

I hesitated.  Had she finished speaking?

"I should have known about this streak in you, Andy, or now you're
'Annie,' aren't you?  But I can't say I've ever suspected it! 
Well!  It couldn't be more convenient!"

I waited.


"Go on, go ahead!  Hurry up!  Kiss me, then upstairs quickly, and
wait!  I'll want to look through other files in this computer of
yours, too, and see what else has been on your mind.  I want to see
what else you like to think constitutes the good life."  

So I closed my eyes and leaned forward and nuzzled her crotch.  The
denim was in fact damp, with a faint end-of-day body odor, like
perspiration, a little sour, and a little musky, but nothing
specific.  I pushed my face deep into her, then kissed her gently. 
She responded by pushing her pussy back into my face ever so
slightly, just once, as if nodding in acknowledgement.  

Then not daring to look at her again I stood up and ran out of the
room, up into our bedroom, and I stripped down.  I was still
terribly embarrassed, but now also terribly excited, and I had this
incredible boner, the biggest and hardest I've ever had!  Nothing
like this had happened between us in the whole time we'd been
living together, nearly two years!  It had started out as a pairing
of convenience, I had the whole house and she had money to share
the rent.  Then it quickly become a bedding down of convenience too
-- we liked each other and we got on, and we slept together
whenever either of us wanted to.  Then after a while it looked as
if we were going steady.  She had other friends, and I did too, and
we had no specific understandings and made no exclusive claims on
each other, but there we were.  Little by little my other really
intimate relationships dropped away.  Kate worked long hours, days
and nights sometimes, and she took a girl's night out with Claire
or some other woman from work now and then, to unwind with them. 
But otherwise we'd become a close couple. 

Not long ago I realized that I was in love with her.  I couldn't
stop thinking about her.  She's tall, with smooth dark hair that
just barely curls in to hug her neck above her shoulders, and huge
eyes and wide cheekbones, always with a grave but gentle expression
on her face, and she always moves gracefully, perfectly
self-assured.  She's  everything feminine I'd ever wanted!  And she
has this positive way about her, touched with playfulness.  I
realized I'd do anything for her!

So I finally got up the nerve and asked her to marry me.  I wanted
us to go on forever.  She'd never suggested to me that she felt the
same way about me, but she listened to me carefully, I thought
affectionately, and then quietly she'd told me she'd let me know. 
It might take some time, there were things she wanted to think
about, she said, but her answer for now was not 'No' and I'd have
to be content with that.  

But now, I thought despairing as I sat on the bed naked, waiting
for her, the odds for a 'Yes' had dropped to zero.  My cock shrank
down.

After a long half-hour, maybe more, she came into the bedroom.  In
between I heard her make a couple of phone calls, and mutter some
things in a low voice, and share a laugh with someone at the other
end once, someone female I figured because she finished the
conversation squealing in delight and giggling about something I
couldn't quite make out.  I was sitting on the bed waiting for her
as ordered.  No big deal, we'd seen each other in the buff almost
from the moment she moved in.  It was a matter of convenience, two
people living together and sleeping together and working odd hours.

She shut the door behind her.  "I see you haven't learned some of
the things I've learned while scanning your interesting little
collection of smut.  First of all, what does a sexual inferior say
when he's been permitted to kiss his Lady's private parts?  You
came here without a word."

"Thank you, Ms. Katherine," I instantly replied, making a mental
note never to forget that courtesy when we next got to play this
game together.

"Do you know how to curtsy when you say that, sissy girl?"

I stood up and tried.  Right foot back, hands at sides, bend the
other knee, and bow.  Or something like that.

"And how does a sissy await a Mistress when she's told him to wait
for her?"

I immediately fell to my knees and pushed my forehead into the shag
rug that covered the floor.  My cock became hard again, crammed
between my belly and my thighs.

"That's better," she said.

Then for ten more minutes, not a word from her.  She went into her
closet and rustled among the clothes hangers, and she opened a
locked cabinet where she kept different things related to her work,
and closed it again, and she hummed to herself for a minute or two,
I imagined she was doing something that didn't require her full
attention.  I heard her sit down on the bed behind me, and I
worried that now I was presenting my backside to her, high up in
the air, mooning her.  That didn't seem very respectful.  But I
didn't dare raise my head or change my position.

"Annie dear."

My penis gave a little leap at that, and I settled in to listen
very carefully, eager to play the submissive some more with her! 

"I told you before that I was going to test your sincerity.  I mean
really test it.  What I have in mind is not a game, though I'm sure
you still think it is.  I hope you'll like the new relationship I
have in mind, and that afterward you'll truly appreciate what I've
done.  If you do, we may even end up married after all!"

My heart bounded up at that, and I felt it beat powerfully inside
me!  Hope!

"But not everything a sissy girl ends up doing is necessarily what
she expected or wanted to do in the first place, is it, Annie?"

"No, Ma'am," I muttered, my mouth muffled by the thick shag rug. 
My knees were grateful for that rug at the moment.  Kate apparently
had a plan now fully ripened in her mind.  Did it include whipping,
or torture?  I wasn't into pain of any kind, as my knees already
testified.  I hoped not.  It surely involved the entire weekend the
way I'd hoped, because she'd said "afterward," and talked about how
we'd "end up."  Maybe even married!  

"I saw from all those stories you read downstairs what turns you
on.  Not cruelty, but humiliation.  You really want to feel
yourself being transformed into a woman.  Any of your usual manly
pride or dignity has to be melted down, made to feel uncomfortable,
even intolerable, so you'll be eager to collaborate with me as I
reshape you into what I want.  That's what assures me you'll obey
me in everything, isn't it?  That my way becomes the course of
least resistance for you.  Not what you think my way ought to be,
and not your way.  My way!"

Kate had this incredible ability to get to the heart of things!  I
was enthralled!  "Yes, Ms. Katherine," I said.  "That's it
exactly!"

"Your opinion whether I'm exact or not is not welcome, Annie!" Kate
snapped. "I asked you for a simple 'yes'!"  

I cringed even further into the shag rug, my mouth now filling with
the yarn, but I dared not lift my head.  "Yes, Ma'am," I said
muffled.

"And you know from your stories that sissy submissives often get
more than they bargained for, don't they?  Mistresses go much
further than their slaves mean for them to go, don't they?  That's
where the excitement comes in, doesn't it?  From feeling that
things are out of control, that control has passed from your
desires to hers, that you're now helpless to resist her desires,
that you've made yourself her creature.  Don't bother to answer
this time.  I know this is so."

I writhed for just a moment to try to dislodge my mouthful of shag
rug.  It was effectively gagging me.  But since my forehead had to
stay plastered to the floor, my mouth filled all the more.

"All right, Annie, you've been warned.  You know now that I
understand not just the rituals of this game you want to play, but
its soul.  And that I understand your soul!  That if you are to be
my servant, you'll be my kind of servant, not your kind.  My slave. 
That I'll possess you absolutely.  And I mean for life!"

She paused.  Was she talking about marriage?  No, not exactly.  Now
I felt genuinely frightened.  But so deliciously!  She said she'd
go even further than I'd dreamed!  Was she serious?  I really
couldn't tell.  But that's the way this game had to be played!  She
had such a marvelous instinct for it!  I was so absolutely
convinced she fully meant everything she said!

In the stories I'd read, whenever a sex-slave accepts his status,
his Lady padlocks a leather collar around his neck, engraved with
her name.  Something like that.  I waited for Kate to suggest
something like that.  And that's what she did next!

"Now Annie, you know that sissies owned by their Ladies always
agree to wear some kind of symbol of their servitude.  It's always
more or less permanent, not easily removed.  I want you to wear my
symbol every hour of every day, at work, at home, in the shower, in
bed, everywhere." 

I was positively enraptured!  Just as I'd always hoped!  Sweet
juices rose into my distended prick!  In my extreme crouch,
squeezed between my pelvis and my thighs, it was perilously close
to exploding, and in buckets!  I had to distract myself!  I tried
paying not-too-close attention to Kate's words, but it was hard. 
I'd been dreaming of this moment much of my life!  Would Kate now
fasten a dog collar around my neck?  Wrap leather thongs around my
genitals?  Lock a chastity tube onto my cock? I was trembling!    
  

"Now Annie, you are going to wear a special pledge to me that's
unmistakable!  So you'll never forget who owns you, and how I own
you, and for what!  I know you still have to function in the real
world, so it won't be too visible to the casual eye.  In most
circumstances you'll be able to hide it.  It won't be part of the
way the world sees you, or how you think they see you.  Not unless
I tell you to reveal it, as I probably will soon, not right away. 
So for now it'll be something just between us, and of course anyone
I may choose to tell about it.  You'll feel too ashamed to tell
anyone about it at first, I'm sure, too humiliated.  Until you've
re-centered your identity and become what I want you to be.  Then
you'll feel proud of it, and then I know you'll want to display it
openly."  

Mysterious!  Not some kind of cock-binder?  A very thin slave
collar to wear under button-down dress shirts at the office?  An
ear ring in a pierced ear?  She seems to expect I'll wear it all
the time.  Well, all right, clearly she doesn't mean to disgrace me
with anything obvious, some massive restraint on my neck or my
ankle that would raise embarrassing questions.  She wasn't cruel. 
I felt utterly devoted to Kate at that moment.  She knew my needs,
and I knew she wouldn't betray them! 

"Once again, Andy!  'Andy' for the last time.  Think of this as the
most crucial moment of your life!  It is for me too, because
whether you know it or not, and I'm sure you don't, you here on
your face with your ass in the air in absolute surrender to me
happens to be just perfect for me!  It solves a big problem I've
had for some time!  So!  Andy, do you accept my guidance in all
things from now on.  As you would put it, will you obey me as your
Domme, or Mistress, or Dominatrix, or Lady, whatever you call such
women?  As your owner?  Do you offer me your most precious gift,
your absolute obedience?   Whether or not I choose to care, or even
seem grateful?  Am I the one person you will love, honor, and obey,
and have and hold in sickness and health for as long as you live?"

Was she marrying me?  Was she agreeing to marry me?  No, but I was
delighted anyhow.  In her mind I was marrying her!  That's half of
it!

Now she was silent, waiting patiently for my answer.  All this only
an hour or two after she'd walked into my study and discovered my
secret fantasy life!  What other sexual games could she conceive
for next weekend, or whenever we both became weary of this one, I
wondered.  What an incredible woman!

"Yes, Ma'am," I remembered to say despite my excitement.  "Yes, Ms.
Katherine. Yes, my Lady!  I do!"

"I heard you, but this is important, so I want to ask you yet
again.  And to warn you yet again.  For the third and final time,
Andy.  I have in mind some things you may love in fantasy but not
like in reality at all.  Not until you become the creature of *my*
fantasy.  Are you willing?"

Pain?  Torture?  I hoped not.  Fabulous tests of endurance, of my
devotion to her, of my ability to hold up under enormous hardships
for her sweet sake?  I'd love that! I loved her! 

"Yes, Ms. Katherine, I am willing!" I finally managed to say it! 
I never felt more excited in my life!  My heart pounded!  I was
near fainting! "Please!  Whatever you wish!"

And suddenly a rich joy rose up unbidden and uncontrollable from
deep in my groin into the base of my prick!  I couldn't help it! 
I felt a ravishing tension rise up in my bowels and become a
rainbow glow, and suffuse itself through all of that part of me
thrust closest to her, filling my thighs with exquisite bliss.  My
ass clenched and quivered over and over, and then a glory spilled
out into a rapturous spurt after spurt of hot cum squirting all
over my belly and chest and even in splats into my mouth, crammed
as it now was with yarn from the shag rug!  My penis was so
squeezed so tight now between my thighs that I couldn't feel its
spasmodic throbbing, but I felt my body go incandescent!  The
entire lower part of me went into orgasm!

Which may be why I felt nothing at all from Kate at that moment. 
I expected her to fasten the collar, or attach a lasso to my balls
and lead me away for binding.  

She did no such thing.  In fact she didn't even know I'd just
enjoyed the greatest climax of my life.  As the glow subsided I
realized that the whole grand process had been hidden in the deep
folds of my belly and thighs, and my cum wasn't evident anywhere
just yet.  

She merely resumed speaking.  But this time I heard a note of
elation in her voice, even though she was trying to maintain the
same controlled tone she'd used earlier.  Not casual, though a
touch negligent.  Firm, the voice a Mistress should use when
speaking to her servant.  But now it also sounded exultant. 

"Annie, there is no going back now.  You're already changing!  The
two pricks you just felt in your rear end were two intramuscular
injections to help get the process under way the moment I had your
fully informed consent, tape recorded and repeated three times."  

"Both injections are long term.  One will really sissify you as
rapidly as medicine knows how.  It will pump estrogen estradiol and
progesterone and certain androgen suppressants into your body for
the next two weeks.  Then after we evaluate your body's response to
the dosage we'll implant patches in you so the process can continue
and finish without anyone giving it further thought.  It will give
you a girl's way of thinking and feeling, and many characteristics
of a girl's body.  You're going to be a girl in your body, not just
in your mind."  

"The other shot was a tranquilizer-sedative, the kind we give to
patients undergoing minor surgical procedures.  I want to keep you
mellowed out for the next few days, peaceably asleep, because I
want you to remember this initiation with joy, with no associated
pain or soreness.  When you awaken, you'll be fitted with your
pledge to me, my symbol of ownership.  I've just arranged it with
Claire, and she'll be here shortly to help me fit it properly.  For
now only you will know it's there, though you'll never be able to
forget it's there.  Until you want everyone to know, and that will
be much sooner than you imagine."  

"Annie, you are a dear!  You'll know soon enough how very dear you
are to me!  When you wake up."  Then she added, "Poor sweetie, you
never did get to lick my pussy clean.  Well, it'll be here, and
you'll have lots of opportunities."

I remember she said all that, and that it felt increasingly good
that she was saying all those things.  What was her "symbol"? 
Maybe body piercings?  Maybe a ring in my "frenum," whatever that
was?  Despite all that talk about shots and changing and all,
everything she said was deeply satisfying, and I felt utterly
content as I rolled over onto my side on the shag rug, asleep.

The next morning I opened my eyes.  No!  The calendar clock on our
night table said I'd been asleep for three days!  So three mornings
later I woke up to sunshine flooding the room.  

"There you are, Annie honey!" Kate said, drawing back the last
curtain.  Now the light seemed nearly blinding.  "I'm on call now
and I've just been called, but I'll be back to see how you're
getting on in about two hours.  Today is the first day of the rest
of your life, honey, and believe me, that's not a cliche.  You'll
lead a very different life from now on.  Just lie there and rest. 
Your incisions are practically healed already, and you've been
completely depillated, and now there's nothing much for you to do
but enjoy discovering the new you."


end 1/3
Vickie Tern@AOL.COM

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