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From: curjim@usa.pipeline.com(Curjim)
Subject: Dani - Created In Her Image (femdom, tg, hypno) [1/4]
Date: 21 Nov 1995 15:47:17 GMT

				 Dani
			 Created in Her Image
			     Chapter One

	I was not aware that my girlfriend had begun studying
hypnosis, nor that she harbored ambitions of petticoating me. But I
soon discovered that the combination of the two was dangerous to my
masculinity. One afternoon I was sitting in my living room, listening
to the stereo through a pair of headphones. It was a warm, sultry day,
and after a while I drifted off to sleep. (Much of what follows my
girlfriend - now my mistress - explained to me later.)

	Seeing that I had dozed off, Jennifer saw her chance. She
replaced my music tape with one she had prepared in advance. Through
my drifting sleep, my subconscious mind heard Jennifer's voice,
presenting me with a set of hypnotic suggestions. "I want you to
sleep, sleep, sleep," whispered the tape. "When I count to 100, you
will be in a deep, restful sleep, in which you can hear only my
voice." When she reached 100, Jennifer switched to the instructions,
designed to impose a submissive feminine personality upon me. "You
love women's clothes. You love dressing and looking like a woman. The
feel of satin, silk, and nylon arouses you. You are particularly fond
of clothes that make you look both sexy and little girlish. Very high
heels are a special turn-on.

	"You are a sexual submissive. You are compelled to obey the
commands and orders of women. You are particularly responsive to those
who will dress you in beautiful clothes and keep you in bondage. You
want to be a male, lesbian slave. But you will never forget that you
are a man, and the great humiliation of your feminine, submissive
state. When I reach 1, you will awaken. You will not remember being
hypnotized, and will show no effects from these instructions. However,
whenever you hear the words `pretty sissy Dani', you will adopt the
personality imposed by these instructions. At the snapping of my
fingers, you will return to your `normal' personality, with full
memory of the humiliations you have experienced. 100, 99, 98, 97... "

	According to Mistress Jennifer, I awoke a few minutes later.
She told me she had an appointment at her hairdresser's and asked me
to drive her there. I agreed (why not?), and we were there within
fifteen minutes. As we entered the shop, she leaned over and whispered
in my ear, "Pretty sissy Dani." I could feel the incredible shift in
my personality take hold. I looked at my mistress and asked, "Mistress
Jennifer, why am I dressed in these horrid male clothes?"

	She smiled mischievously and answered, "Don't worry, my pretty
slave. The appointment here is for you. And look, here comes Mistress
Margaret to perform your transformation." A tall, well-built brunette
approached.

	"Is this our little male lesbian?" she inquired, smirking. I
blushed under her frank gaze. "Well, we'll soon have you looking the
part, Danielle." She led me to her working area and settled me into
the chair. "Dani, most of our customers find it much more relaxing to
strip out of their clothes before we begin work," she told me.
"Wouldn't you like to do the same?"

	With my new female personality, I was only too happy to get
out of the pants and shirt I was wearing. Soon, I was naked, and
Margaret wrapped a pink, see-through smock around my slender, nearly
hairless body. At that point, Mistress Jennifer approached once again.
"Comfy, Dani?" she asked. Then she snapped her fingers.

	Instantly, my male persona reasserted itself - but this time I
remembered everything I had said and done, and all that had gone on
around me. "Why are you doing this, Jennifer?" I cried. She slapped my
face. "Mistress Jennifer is my name - and don't forget it again!" she
snapped. "Now be quiet and let Mistress Margaret transform you."

	A short while later, my head was under the faucet of the sink,
as Mistress Margaret scrubbed my mousy brown hair with a sweet
smelling shampoo. Next she rinsed a conditioner through it... or so
she said. As I sat in the chair waiting for the conditioner to work,
I must have dozed off again. I was awakened by an odd tickling
sensation at my naked feet. I looked down and another woman was
stroking bright red nail polish onto my toenails. Shaken, I realized
that Mistress Jennifer was truly intent on carrying out her program of
transformation. I glanced to the table where my clothes had been left
- as I suspected, they were gone.

	"Well, sissy Dani, I see you know I meant what I said,"
Jennifer laughed, stepping from behind a partition. In her hands, she
held a pair of lacy, pink satin tap panties. She reached under my
smock and slipped them on me. Strangely, even without feminine persona
at work, the feel of the satin around my loins seemed to excite me, as
my cock began to grow and harden. The mistresses laughed and sneered
at my combined excitement and discomfort. "That's just the beginning,
Danielle," Margaret smiled "Look at yourself!" And she whirled the
chair around, so that I could see myself in the mirror.

	There was only one major change, but it added to my distress.
My hair was wrapped tightly in rollers, and the pink of the smock and
panties seemed to feminize my slender, hairless form. Margaret now
squeezed a foul-smelling liquid onto my rolled-hair - I knew what it
was. I was getting a permanent! "And that's not all," Jennifer
laughed. "Danielle's hair will not only be curly - it will be a saucy
shade of golden blonde!"

	A short time later, after sitting under a dryer, I was having
my fingernails filed and polished the same bright red as my toenails,
while Margaret combed out my hair, producing a flattering golden
blonde pageboy, reaching to just above my shoulders.

	While Jennifer went out to pick my clothing, Margaret
performed her magic on my face - tweezing my brows into a thin
feminine arch accenting my eyes with blue-green shadow, eyeliner, and
mascara. A deep blush stroked on my cheeks gave me an appropriate look
of constant embarrassment, while a red lipstick, matching my nails,
made my lips look wet, kissable, and desirable. In the end, I was
definitely Danielle - absolutely stunning.

	By that time, Jennifer had returned. I was released from the
chair, and dressed in a pink padded bra, pink garterbelt, sheer white
stockings, and a pink mini-slip. Over it all came a lacy white
minidress, the skirt stopping a full six inches above my knees. On my
feet, Jennifer placed white patent leather shoes, with a strap across
the instep and five-inch heels. They looked like incredibly sexy Mary
Janes. Margaret and Jennifer supervised as I practiced walking in them
- a full hour, until I had gained a very provocative wiggle.

	The finishing touches were the jewelry - big gold clip-on
earrings, a heavy gold chain bracelet, and a matching chain around my
left ankle. But the real finish came last: a heavy gold collar which
Jennifer locked around my neck, hooking the key on her charm bracelet.
The transformation was complete. Mistress Jennifer paid off her friend
Margaret, and we sashayed out to the car. As we drove off, my new
mistress whispered in my ear, "Pretty sissy Dani."

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From: curjim@usa.pipeline.com(Curjim)
Subject: Dani - Created In Her Image (femdom, tg, hypno) [2/4]
Date: 21 Nov 1995 15:47:36 GMT

			     Chapter Two

	Some six months after Mistress Jennifer first imposed the
"sissy Dani" persona on me through post-hypnotic suggestion, our lives
had settled into a routine. Most of the week was quite normal - only
Jennifer's insistence that I wear a corset and baby-dolls to bed
indicated the hold she had over me. Naturally, I complied, since she
could always threaten to permanently impose "sissy Dani" on my mind.
Weekends, however, were generally spent in my transformed bondage.
Perhaps a description of one such period will demonstrate the nature
of our relationship.

	I arrived home from work Friday night and was met by Mistress
Jennifer at the door, dressed in her most dominant clothes - black
leather bustier, knee-length black leather hobble skirt, black
stockings, and six-inch heels. She kissed me tenderly and whispered
"Pretty sissy Dani."

	Once again, as it had countless times over the past half-year,
my personality shifted. I was no longer Daniel, the confident
journalist, but now Dani, the sweetly submissive male lesbian. As I
had been taught, I dropped my gaze and held out my arms, wrists
touching. "Transform me, Mistress," I pleaded. "Bind me into your
service as sissy Dani." Jennifer smiled the wicked smile I had grown
to fear yet love. "At once, sissy Dani. I have a very special weekend
planned for us."

	Producing a collar and leash, she bound me to her and led me
to sissy Dani's transformation room. Seating me before the vanity, she
told me to begin my change. First came the makeup - eyeshadow,
mascara, bright red lipstick and, of course, the blush that gave me
the look of constant embarrassment that Mistress Jennifer so enjoyed.
She even powdered my breasts, then shadowed my "cleavage" and rouged
my nipples, making my otherwise flat chest look quite girlish. She
next combed out my hair into the flattering blonde pageboy her friend
Mistress Margaret had created when Dani was first "revealed."

	Next came the clothes. Jennifer had already laid out the
outfit I was to wear for the evening. It consisted of a low-cut red
satin blouse (though I had little in the way of natural cleavage,
Mistress Jennifer still preferred me to dress in this sexy manner at
times), a tight black leather miniskirt (with the hem fully six inches
above my knees), a knee- length black leather cape, with red satin
lining, and red patent-leather pumps, with towering 6-1/2-inch heels.
All this was worn over black lingerie, including a lightly-padded bra,
satin panties, garter belt and sheer black stockings.

	Sissy Dani (I had, in my lucid moments as Daniel, come to
think of her as a separate person) reveled in these sexy, feminine
clothes, creating a sexual rush that thickened and hardened my cock.
Mistress Jennifer smiled and brushed her hand across the obvious bulge
under my skirt. "We'll get to that later, sissy Dani," she whispered.
"Now calm down."

	Now Jennifer placed the gold bracelets with the secret locks
on my wrists, the matching gold ankle bracelets on my legs and,
finally, the gold collar with the visible lock around my neck. Then
she took my wrists in her hands and brought them together behind my
back. SNAP! The bracelets became handcuffs, effectively binding my
hands behind me, hidden beneath the cape.

	Next, she clipped the leash again to my collar and led me out
to the street. Submissively (sissy Dani could act no other way), I
followed. As we reached the sidewalk, she snapped her fingers before
my face. That was the signal - sissy Dani disappeared and Daniel came
back to life. I stumbled in the towering heels as I came to my senses.
As usual, I knew everything Mistress Jennifer had done to me and I was
thoroughly humiliated to be bound and cross-dressed in public -
although certainly no passer-by would guess that the blonde vision in
red-and- black was not female.

	"Where are we going now?" I asked. She smiled the secret smile
I had come to fear - it always meant humiliation for me. "One of my
dearest dominant friends is having a little party. She asked me to
bring sissy Dani to demonstrate my `training methods'," Mistress
Jennifer replied. "Her name is Mistress Susan - and you will obey her,
and any other dominant woman at the party, as you would me. You know
the consequences. "

	I certainly did. The consequences were to live the rest of my
life as sissy Dani. I was constantly afraid she would carry through on
that threat - and secretly desiring it as well. The more time I spent
as sissy Dani, or in "her" clothes, the more I grew to enjoy it. I
dared not tell Mistress Jennifer... she would only try to find a new
way to humiliate me. Fortunately the party house was only a few blocks
away, so there was little chance for me to be seen by any neighbors.
When we reached the door, it was opened by Mistress Susan. At that
moment, Jennifer whipped off my cape, exposing my bondage to her
sister dominant and all the other party-goers. She announced to the
group, "Hello, everyone, this is PRETTY SISSY DANI!"

	With those words, Dani reasserted herself. I blushed
(prettily, I'm sure) at my exposure. As I had often been instructed, I
dropped to my knees and placed my lips on the toes of Mistress Susan's
white patent leather boots. "Thank you for permitting me to serve you
and all the other women here, Mistress Susan," I said. The lovely
blonde dominant, dressed all in white leather, took my hand and raised
me back to my feet. "You're quite welcome, sissy Dani. Come meet my
other guests."

	The room was filled with dominant women, each attended by one
or more submissives. All of the submissives were cross-dressed men, in
varying states of attire. Several were completely outfitted as French
maids, with short, petticoated, black-satin mini-dresses, black silk
hose and high, black-patent leather shoes. Others were done-up as
little girls - in pink or white satin party dresses, bare legs, frilly
white socks and Mary-Janes. Still others wore nothing but corsets or
waist- cinchers with nylons and heels. These were usually also in mild
bondage of one sort or another.

	The one exception was a boy of about sixteen, who was
completely naked and bound to a chair in the middle of the room. I
assumed he had been drugged in some way, because he was relaxed and
apparently sleeping. Susan led Jennifer and me over to the bound young
man. "Dani, this is my little brother Tommy. He is about to become
your sister in spirit - thanks to your lovely Mistress.

	I was shocked (even as Sissy Dani) to realize that Mistress
Jennifer was aiding her friend in enslaving one so young - especially
the dominant's brother. The various dominants in the room gathered
around as Susan and Jennifer began to dress the drowsing boy in
feminine clothes. Apparently the plan was to establish the soon-to-be
"Tammy" as a sort of teen-age tease. He was dressed in frilly pink
panties, a generously padded bra (making him at least a 35C), matching
garter belt, sheer hose, a tight pink sweater, pink mini-skirt (fully
as short as my own), pink ankle sox with lace at the cuffs, and pink
patent-leather pumps with four-inch heels.

	Once he was dressed, the assembled dominants made up his face:
pale blue eyeshadow, long false lashes, a becoming blush and deep red
lipstick. They topped it off with a curly, shoulder-length auburn wig.

	Now, at Mistress Jennifer's direction, one of the "maids"
brought over a full-length mirror and an amplifier set up, with
microphone and headphones. The headphones were placed over "Tammy's"
ears, the microphone given to Jennifer, while the newly cross-dressed
boy was brought to his feet before the mirror. "Open your eyes,
Tommy," Jennifer spoke into the mike. "This is the new you: Your name
is Tammy. You have two goals in life - to serve your Mistress Susan,
and to use your feminine wiles to lure other teenage boys like
yourself into our clutches, to be feminized and dominated for the
enjoyment of these women.

	"Naturally, you youurself are much turned-on by this look.
You want to look just as pretty and sexy as you can. You glory in the
attention - at the same time realizing the humiliation of your
position as a toy and sex-lure for your Mistress's purposes. Remember,
that any time your Mistress wishes to give you instructions, she must
only direct you to gaze upon yourself in a mirror, with the words,
`Pose for me, Teasing Tammy.' Now, close your eyes and sleep until I
awaken you with the words, `Wake up, Teasing Tammy.'"

	The newly renamed boy-girl sat quietly as the even the
assembled dominants gasped at the boldness of Jennifer and Susan's
scheme. They planned not only to enslave the feminized Tommy, but to
use him to recruit other unsuspecting lads to their arms. Sissy Dani
and Teasing Tammy would soon have many "little sisters", it seemed.

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Subject: Dani - Created In Her Image (femdom, tg, hypno) [3/4]

			    Chapter Three

	Mistress Jennifer and Mistress Susan's plans to create an
entire "harem" of transformed men and boys continued apace. The lure
of Teasing Tammy (the transformation name of Susan's teen-aged brother
Tommy) proved quite effective. Each of the young men (the youngest
just fourteen, the oldest twenty-two) the little tease brought back to
the home we all now shared was turned into a different kind of
feminized sex-toy, all designed to please the Mistresses and their
dominant friends.

	The little fourteen-year-old - apparently too sexually
precocious for his own good - was introduced to Tammy by his mother,
who wanted to prevent him from becoming a threat to the girls in his
school and neighborhood. Tammy was a revelation to Martin - his
experience with girls was limited to the still-flat-chested, teddy-
bear shaped girls in his school. She was dressed in her usual "tease"
outfit: frilly pink panties, a generously padded bra (making her at
least a 35C), matching garter belt, sheer hose, a tight pink sweater,
pink mini- skirt (falling about six inches above her knees), pink
ankle sox with lace at the cuffs, and pink patent-leather pumps with
four-inch heels.

	Well, when Martin saw Teasing Tammy in her frilly but skimpy
pink outfit, her ample charms begging him to come home with her, he
was lost. Once at the transformation house, in Tammy's bedroom, the
little tease managed to trick Martin into putting on some lingerie - a
lacy beige bra and matching panties - with the promise of sucking his
cock if he did so.

	Once the unsuspecting lad was so dressed, Mistress Susan
appeared in the door of Tammy's room. Feigning shock at the scene
before her (a scene she had actually instructed Tammy to play out),
Susan ordered Tammy out of the room. Dressed in a black leather mini-
skirted business suit and lavender satin blouse, with her long legs
perched on five-inch black patent leather heels, the dominant was as
attractive to Martin's eyes as her "sister" had been - possibly more
so. Susan sat beside him - still dressed in his lingerie and nothing
else - and talked to Martin about how he was dressed and how he felt
in the girl's underclothes.

	"I know you're embarrassed, Martin," she explained. "But you
really do look cute in that outfit. I can see why Tammy wanted you to
wear it: you're so soft and pink, you almost look like a girl." The
lad blushed - all over - at Susan's words.

	Now the dominant got stern. "Don't blush! You obviously enjoy
wearing those clothes - and you obviously wanted Tammy to suck your
cock! Maybe we should let you see what it's like to be a girl - or
maybe a very girlish boy!" Now Martin was scared. What did this very
beautiful, but frightening, young woman have in mind? Susan smiled
inwardly - very soon Martin would be the submissive girlish sissy his
mother wanted. She produced a pill and some water, giving both to
Martin. "Take this, Martin," she advised. "It will calm you."

	It certainly would. The drug - a combination sedative and
mind- control potion - had been developed by one of Jennifer and
Susan's dominant friends. Only moments after he downed the pill,
Martin was quiet, breathing deeply and staring straight ahead with
unseeing eyes. At that moment, Mistress Jennifer and Martin's mother,
Mistress Carla, entered. "He's all yours, Carla," Susan said.

	Carla ordered the boy to stand and put on the clothes she laid
out for him. First came a satin camisole over the bra and panties,
then white hose attached to a matching garter belt. Next was a white
satin blouse with a high collar and bouffant sleeves. On Martin's legs
went a pair of tight black velvet shorts, followed by a matching vest
that laced tightly around him. The finishing touches were black patent
leather Mary Jane shoes with two-inch heels and a black satin bow at
his neck.

	Now the women went to work on his face - light touches of
blush, blue eyeshadow, and pale pink lipstick, topped off with a
blonde page-boy wig with a black satin bow in the back. Commanding the
lad to stand before the full-length mirror, Carla brought him out of
his trance, but still under her control.

	"Look at yourself! You are no longer the roughneck boy you
once were, but a sweet submissive sissy, who would not think of
disobeying. Your name is now Little Miss Mandy. Of course, you will
need to undergo a great deal of training for your new role... "

	"That's really not necessary," Jennifer interrupted. "You can
give him commands that he'll be unable to disobey right now."

	"I know that," Carla replied. "But then I'd miss all the fun
of training him and watching his embarrassment and humiliation as he
finds himself being drawn into my net of feminized obedience." And the
three dominant women laughed at the truth of the statement.

	Of course, while all this had been going on, Mistress Jennifer
had not been idle in my continuing enslavement and feminization as
Sissy Dani. The next step in my "training" came during dinner at an
elegant restaurant. I had arrived, as ordered, as Daniel. Shown to the
table at which Jennifer sat, I blanched when I saw her. She was
dressed all in leather, a sure sign that I was in for a humiliating
time. As I sat beside her, she let her hand brush over my chest.

	"You're not wearing a bra, are you?" she demanded.

	"Of course not. I'm Daniel, not Sissy Dani," I whispered. "You
told me to come as my normal self."

	"That doesn't mean you shouldn't always be reminded of your
true position," she answered. She reached into her bag and pulled out
a package, smiling the sinister smile I recognized so well. The
package was from the local boutique that specialized in TV fashions.

	"Go to the men's room and put on the things you'll find in
this package," she ordered.

	I peeked inside. The package contained a black bra and
panties, garter belt and sheer stockings.

	"I can't do that!" I protested.

	"You can and you will," she replied. "Unless you'd rather
spend the evening as Sissy Dani, down on the floor, eating my pussy
instead of dinner?"

	I shuddered - I knew she could do it if she wished. Sheepi+
shly I picked up the package and headed for the men's room.

	"And Daniel," she called after me, "no socks over the
stockings."

	Moments later, certain the entire restaurant knew what I was
wearing beneath my business suit (a real possibility, since my shirt
was light enough for the black bra to show through, and my pants short
enough for the sheer hose to show at my ankles), I returned to our
table. As I sat again, Mistress Jennifer reached for my crotch, deftly
pulled open my fly and pulled out a tuft of the black satin panties.
She let her leather-covered hand brush over my straining cock. Yes, I
WAS turned on, dammit!

	We ordered dinner, with Jennifer, as usual, ordering for me.
Though she had a full meal, I had to be content with a salad. "Have to
watch your girlish figure," she laughed. After dinner, as we relaxed,
Jennifer pulled her makeup out of her purse and began to freshen up.

	She turned to me as she finished, asking, "Wouldn't you like
to freshen your makeup, too, Pretty Sissy Dani?"

	That was it - the code words that surrendered my personality
to that of Sissy Dani, Mistress Jennifer's lesbian slave. Though I
could not refuse her commands, I remained aware of what she was doing
to me.

	"Dani, I think it's silly of you to go about without makeup
on, don't you?" she asked.

	"Yes, Mistress," Dani replied.

	"Very well, then. I want you to put on a light coat of pink
lipstick, pale blue eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and just a hint of
blush - though you hardly need it. You blush so naturally when you're
embarrassed. "

	Unable to refuse, I did as she asked. When I had finished, she
produced a pair of dangling earrings with little bells, and my
familiar slave ankle bracelets.

	"Put these on," she commanded. I obeyed again. "Very good. Now
Dani," she continued, "at all times, whether dressed as Dani or Daniel
you will wear the makeup, earrings and ankle bracelets you are now
wearing. This is an irrevocable post- hypnotic command. Each morning
when you dress as Daniel or Dani these things will be a part of your
routine. As Dani, of course, you WANT to be pretty. As Daniel, they
will add to the embarrassment you feel from your feminization. The
soft ringing of the bells in your ears will remind you constantly that
MY voice rings in your ears, always ready to command you to do as I
wish."

	She snapped her fingers. Instantly, I regained control of
myself as Daniel. I looked into the mirror next to our table. The
sight of my now permanently feminized face brought on moist eyes.

	"Why?" I asked Jennifer.

	"You didn't think I'd be happy with you as just a part-time
slave, did you?" she responded. "Now I can hold power over you
constantly. You're mine twenty-four hours a day from now on, even
without Sissy Dani. Soon I may impose that simpering personality on
you constantly, with no way for you to be released."

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Subject: Dani - Created In Her Image (femdom, tg, hypno) [4/4]
Date: 21 Nov 1995 15:48:21 GMT

			     Chapter Four

	"This should be the most exciting night of your life,"
Mistress Jennifer told me. "We'll be celebrating Sissy Dani's first
`birthday.'"

	It was true. A full year had gone by since Jennifer had first
used her secret hypnotic designs to implant within my mind the
personality of Sissy Dani, a simpering, submissive male lesbian who
craved being both beautiful and bound. In that year, she had also
aided many of her dominant female friends to successfully transform
the men in their lives into submissive feminized slaves as well. Many
of them would be at the party tonight.

	"Let's get you into your birthday dress," Jennifer said,
holding out the special creation.

	"Can't that wait?" I asked petulantly. I had noted over the
last several months that even as Daniel I was becoming increasingly
girlish - my voice was higher, softer my gestures and walk more
feminine. This "persona seepage," as I had come to think of it, had
seemingly begun the evening Jennifer imposed a second set of
posthypnotic commands upon me. I was now compelled to wear feminine
undergarments and a light coating of makeup at all times, whether
dressed and acting as Daniel or Dani. I was now reluctant to wear
female clothing when the Daniel persona was in charge - for fear the
"seepage" would increase.

	Jennifer, of course, had the solution to my reluctance. "Don't
you want to be PRETTY, SISSY DANI?"

	Those were the code words, the special message that would
activate in full the feminine psyche hidden within my own. As usual,
the switch was instantaneous. Unable to resist (though within, I knew
how humiliating the entire scenario was), I dropped my gaze and held
out my arms, wrists touching.

	"Transform me, Mistress," I pleaded. "Bind me into your
service as sissy Dani."

	Jennifer ordered me to remove my male outer clothes and the
black lace undies I was also wearing. She strapped me into a plain
white strapless padded bra and then added white panties. No garter
belt this time - the sheer white stockings she gave me to put on my
hairless legs were designed to stay up by themselves.

	When she handed me the dress Sissy Dani was to wear to the
party I understood why my lingerie was so simple. The dress was
elegant, sexy, and tight as tight could be. Its shirred white fabric
clung to every one of Sissy Dani's curves. It was low-cut and
strapless, the bodice fitting like a bustier. The hem was among the
shortest Sissy Dani had ever worn - nearly eight inches above the
knee. A built-in starched petticoat made the skirt stand out,
seemingly revealing even more of the legs than usual.

	Now came the shoes - the barest of bare white sandals with
seven-inch heels. Fortunately, in preparation for the party, Jennifer
had made me (as both Daniel and Dani) practice walking in even higher
eight-inch heels for the past month. In comparison, these were like
flats. I looked down at my feet, and the Sissy Dani persona was
enchanted by the sight of my red- painted toenails winking through the
thin straps of the sandals. It was an extremely sexy sight.

	Fully dressed for the party (or so I thought at the time), I
was seated at my vanity for a make-up job. In keeping with the sexy
yet virginal white of my outfit, Mistress Jennifer emphasized the
little-girl look of my face without neglecting the need to make me the
sexual center of attention she wanted me to be that evening. The final
effect - with ultra-long lashes, carefully shaded pale colors in the
eyeshadow, a deep coral lipstick, and my usual embarrassed blush -
left the impression of a Monroe-like sexpot trying to masquerade as a
pre-teenager.

	Jennifer was certain I would be a hit. My usual bondage
jewelry was also added - locked collar, bracelets, ankle bracelets.
She faced me toward the mirror and snapped her fingers. Instantly, my
male persona reasserted itself. I gazed at my reflection - and the
hypnotic effect of Jennifer's commands combined with the "persona
seepage" left me with a raging hard-on.

	Jennifer recognized the look of longing on my face.
"Concentrate on other things, Danielle," she cooed. "For example, I
have a big birthday surprise waiting for you at the party this
evening." She grinned evilly - and I shuddered, half in fear, half in
anticipation.

	"Time to go," she told me, producing my "outerwear," such as
it was.

	First came a pair of opera-length white satin gloves,
exceedingly tight and fetishistic. So tight, in fact, that I could
scarcely move my elbows or fingers once they were on. She forced my
arms behind my back and demonstrated the gloves' other secret: The two
halves of a nylon zipper ran up the inner side of each glove. Forcing
my arms close together, she closed the zipper, imprisoning my arms as
if they were bound in a single glove. Over this elegant bondage she
placed a white satin cape that fell to my waist, mostly hiding my
imprisoned arms - but leaving just enough showing to make it
interesting should anyone notice my awkward condition.

	"Now you just stand here like that and get used to it,"
Jennifer advised, "while I get into my own party outfit."

	Moments later, she reappeared. Involuntarily I gasped - she
was beautiful. Her dress was a classic evening gown - halter-
collared, barebacked, clinging in all the right places, with a slit up
the side to reveal her gorgeous legs - but made entirely of red kid
leather. Her stockings were also red, and her shoes were of matching
leather in a six- inch heeled pump.

	Jennifer clipped a gold chain leash to my collar and tugged
lightly. "Let's go, Dani - your public awaits."

	The party was held at Mistress Susan's home. Mistress Susan
was the sister of Teasing Tammy (nee Tommy), and was the instigator of
his transformation into that alluring teenager whose purpose was to
gain new "recruits" to the growing legion of feminized submissives.
Among the guests at this birthday party for my own imposed female
persona were Tammy, Little Miss Mandy and "her" mother Carla, and
Busty Barbie and "her" wife-mistress, Maria. Each of the three had, I
was told, prepared an entertainment for the celebration.

	When everyone had arrived, the festivities began. First into
the spotlight was Tammy. Susan had outfitted her little "sister" in a
dressy version of her usual teen-age sexpot attire. The buxom little
redhead wore a pink sequined mini-dress with a diagonal-cut hem: It
started at knee- length on her left side and rose to stocking-tops
(revealing a hint of garter) on the left. Along the outside of the
left leg her specially made pink stockings had an inscription, running
from the thigh to the ankle: "Cockteaser." She also wore six-inch pink
pumps.

	Like me, Tammy was only a part-time submissive. Susan brought
her out for special occasions like these or for missions to lure in
prospective feminization victims. Also like me, Tammy's other self,
Tommy, was acutely aware of everything he was forced to undergo when
in the thrall of the Teasing Tammy persona - so I understood the
humiliation he would feel after the party when Susan released him from
her control.

	Tammy's act consisted of her playing up sexually to one of the
un+- feminized male submissives at the party, while singing - in a
Betty Boop-ish voice - "I Want to Be Loved By You." Her instructions
were to turn the man on as much as possible - both for her own
humiliation as his, since he would be forbidden to relieve his
frustration by his own mistress.

	The act was a rousing success. The party-goers loved it - and
the poor submissive ended up with a raging erection but tied to a
chair as he was, he could only long for release - in more ways than
one. Completing her number, Tammy curtsied and retreated to Susan's
side, where she was immediately returned to her own bondage - silver
handcuffs behind the back and leg restraints - and then Susan played a
little trick of her own:

	Snapping her fingers, she returned Tammy to Tommy. As the
realization of what he had just done hit him, Tommy turned bright red
and would have run from the room had Susan not restrained him.

	Next on the makeshift stage was Little Miss Mandy. Unlike most
of the other feminized slaves in our circle, Mandy had not been
transformed through hypnosis but through rigorous training by his
mother Carla instead. She had turned down the mesmerizing route,
thinking it would be more fun (and more embarrassing to the former
Martin) if the fourteen-year-old boy were constantly aware of his
increasing feminized appearance and personality.

	Normally, Carla kept Mandy dressed in sissy-boy attire (velvet
or satin shorts, satin skirts, big bows, etc.) rather than full female
regalia, but tonight she had gone all out. Mandy gave the appearance
of an oversized eight-year-old girl in a pale blue party dress with
lace and ruffles all over it, little puffed sleeves, opaque white
stockings, and white patent- leather Mary Janes with three-inch heels.
The effect was emphasized by a little organdy apron tied over his
skirt, with a big bow showing at the rear.

	Still there remained a touch of the androgynous to his
appearance, since Carla had chosen to forego a wig for the cross-
dressed boy, simply curling his short black hair tightly and affixing
a large pale blue ribbon to the left side. His face was lightly
touched with cosmetics, just enough to soften his features. Many of
the other "little-girl" submissives at the party were clearly jealous
of his femininity.

	For her performance, Mandy sang the classic "I'm a Little
Teapot," replete with the appropriate gestures. When completed, she
curtsied, then (as ordered) stuck her thumb in her mouth in little-
girl fashion. The audience ate it up.

	Last up was Busty Barbie. Once known as Bob, he was the only
adult in our group of fem-slaves who lived full-time as a woman. How
could he do otherwise? His wife, Maria, perturbed by his obsession
with big-breasted women, had used a combination of hypnosis, special
drugs and breast implants to turn him into a heart-stopping version of
what he loved most. Barbie was now a lust-inducing buxom brunette, her
boobs expanded to a 38D. The hypnotic commands that created the Barbie
personality had several interesting twists: the more often she saw
herself with big breasts, the bigger she wanted her boobs to get
(although Maria had recently "turned off" that command - she didn't
want Barbie to get gross)

	Bob, when released from the Barbie persona, was compelled to
gaze upon the vision of Barbie he had become - and come in his panties
finally, Bob had constant awareness of all that happened to Barbie -
and Maria frequently ordered him to report on his reactions to it. He
had told me it was a greatly humiliating experience.

	And that was to be his "act" this evening. Barbie wiggled and
jiggled her way into the performance area. She wore a see-through red
black blouse, through which her large tits, carefully powdered and
rouged, showed provocatively. Her skirt was a tight black leather
mini, considerably hampering her ability to walk freely, especially in
the six-inch heeled pumps she also wore. Her dark hair hung below her
shoulders in a Farah-like wave, framing a skillfully made-up face with
bee-stung red lips.

	"I have been - requested," she began, "to describe my
activities and my feelings as I prepared for this evening's gathering.
"As usual when appearing in public, I began with a long bubble-bath.
As I stripped naked, I found my hands again straying to my breasts,
tweaking the nipples, heaving the heavy globes together. My mind
struggled to prevent my body from teasing myself so, but without
effect. My Mistress' hypnotic commands are too strong. After
successfully causing my cock to harden, I stepped into the bath.

	"An hour later," she continued, "powdered and dried from the
bath, I began dressing for the party. I started with my black satin
panties, garter belt and black sheer stockings. The I stepped -
struggled, really - into the exquisite tightness of my leather skirt.
My body thrilled at the feel of it across my hips and thighs my mind
tried to push those feelings away, again without success. Finally I
slipped on my six-inch pumps. "Then I sat at my vanity to begin my
makeup. I accented my eyes with long false eyelashes, and deep green
shadow, and carefully touched up my plucked and arched eyebrows. next
came a rose blush, followed by a coat of glistening red lipstick. I
freshened my nail polish with the same red color.

	"Now, came the part my body loved and my mind most detested. I
could feel my arms and hands shake as my conscious struggled with my
unconscious. But, as always, the unconscious won - my hands picked up
the powder and lipstick again, accenting the white of giant boobs and
the red of the nipples. Looking at my luscious tits in the mirror, I
felt my cock begin to stir again.

	"Now came the finishing touch - the blouse that would both
hide and reveal my breasts to the world. Once it was in place,
Mistress Maria entered my room and snapped her fingers. Barbie was
gone - Bob in her place within my mind. I stared at the reflection in
the mirror and - as it had every day for the past several months - my
cock shot its load into my panties at the sight of my transformed
self."

	The entertainment complete, Mistress Jennifer announced it was
time for my surprise. Suddenly, from behind, I felt a pair of hands
thrust a ball- gag into my mouth, tying it tightly. Next I felt the
zipper on my dress being pulled down. Shortly, the dress fell in a
bundle to my feet. Now, Mistress Jennifer reached behind me and undid
the hooks on my bra. It, too, fell to the floor. I stood there, half-
naked in my sheer white hose and high white sandals, unable to move
because of the way my arms were bound by the satin gloves, unable to
protest because of the way my mouth was gagged. Jennifer smiled - the
smile I knew meant additional humiliation for me.

	"You look so Pretty, Sissy Dani." Instantly. I no longer cared
how I looked. I actually longed for the humiliation I was receiving.
Such was the effect of the Sissy Dani persona upon me. Now, Jennifer
produced a syringe from her bag. "This, Sissy Dani, is the same drug
which produced such wonderful results in Busty Barbie."

	She stuck the needle under each of my breasts, as my eyes
gaped. "Oh no, Dani," she responded to my unasked question, "we're not
going to make you as buxom as Barbie. Just enough to give you cute
little boobs for the rest of your life. After all," Jennifer
continued, "you're going to need them. From this point forward, the
sound of snapping fingers will no longer return Daniel to control of
your mind." She demonstrated. Indeed, the switch in personas I
expected did not occur. But did that mean - "Yes, Dani, this is the
end of your double life," she went on, as I felt and watched my tits
begin to grow. "From now on, you're Pretty Sissy Dani forever!"

			       The End