i have not been on this site for a few weeks. Mistress and i have been with her family again as her sister is still very sick.

Before we went, she had me wearing a trouser suit to work, over a woman's shirt. The shirts changed from blue to pink, and made me feel stupid. Then one morning she laid out something that was clearly a blouse, satin with pearl buttons. The women at work old me how good i looked on me, how pretty it made me look. And i could hear them laughing as i walked past. One of the admin assistants kept asking me if i was going to try a skirt and said how good i would look in it. 

The next Monday, Mistress laid out a new suit - a jacket and a skirt, quite tight and ending a bit above my knees. i cant help loving the way it brushes against my nylon covered legs, but it keeps riding up and i am always pulling the hem down. i now go to work in lovely pretty lingerie, blouses, a skirt and stockings with sexy lace tops. My little clitty locked away. My hair is growing out, and Mistress has it brushed in a feminine style.

At my mother-in-law's, i have been wearing a dress most of the time. She, Mistress and some of her sisters have enjoed dressing me up in the evenings - as a schoolgirl, as a slutty whore (Mistress's favourite), in short shorts.

We are back at home now. i sleep in the spare room. Mistress is going out with Brenda again at the weekend and she says i am going to restart my oral training. 

Yesterday evening Mistress drove me to Aunt Brenda's house. i was wearing a set of sexy satin hot pink bra and panties, decorated with pretty paler pink lace, black stockings, a t shirt and leggings and a pair of heels. She had given me a pretty necklace to wear -  a sterling silver heart on a chain. i was also wearing a pair of high heels, a pair of five inch sandals showing off my toenails painted pink.

As we arrived Auntie Brenda kissed my cheek, and i had to kiss Susan - wearing a lovely red satin maid's dress - on the lips, feeling her push her tongue into my mouth. Susan served our Mistresses wine and the two of them went into Brenda's bedroom to change. They emerged wearing short, low cut dresses which left little to the imagination. M little clitty would have been hard if it hadn't been locked away. At about nine o clock they left together.

Susan and i spent the time sitting on her bed looking at photos of sissies like ourselves on her laptop. i loved feeling her sitting next to me, as we looked at the images and remarked on how lovely the gurls looked, at the pretty clothes. Susan took off her dress, and suggested i stripped out of my tee and leggings, so we sat next to each other dresed only in sexy undies and nylons, our legs rubbing together so we could savour the feeling. She found some gay porn and we looked at gorgrous muscled men with huge, hard cocks. We giggled like the sissy girls we were.

At half past ten Susan said it was time to get ready. She took my hand and led me to Miss Brenda's bedroom. On the bd were laid the pink satin maid's dress i had seen Susan wear before, and a short, tight pink lace dress with short capped sleeves, sheer down to the waist, and with a strip of sheer lace at the bottom. She helped me into the dress, which clung to my body, showing off my bra and barely covering the lace tops of my stockings. Then she made me up, with a thick coat of pink liptstick, blusher and eye makeup. In return i helped her into her uniform and buttoned up the back. Susan then went to the sitting room and placed two cushions next to each other on the floor.

At eleven we heard a key in the lock and Brenda and my wife came in, laughing loudly. Two younger men followed them. They caught sight of the two of us and their eyes widened.

"We told you!"my wife said. "These are our husbands. Meet Susan and Lucy" Susan curtseyed, and i looked at the floor in embarrassment.

"Kneel!" Brenda ordered. Susan took my hand and led me to the cushions. She kneeled on one and pulled me to my knees on the other. We had to watch as the two women made out with the men, kissing, letting them run their hands under their dresses, undoing their shirts, unfastening their trousers..soon the men were naked and the women were down to their undies. "God I'm gagging for a fucking from a real man" my wife - normally so demure - said as "her" man's rockhard cock was revealed.

"Let our girls get the boys ready" Brenda said, and led her man over to me. He was quite drunk, and looked down at me, his cock swaying in front of my face..in front mf my lips..

 "Open up , Lucy you little cocksucking faggot" Brenda said in a nasty voice.

"Yes, go on" my wife said.

I clamped my lips shut.

Brenda gripped my nose. i involuntarily opened my mouth and Brenda shoved the man forward so my mouth was filled with cock. My wife giggled. "Suck him, little Lucy!". "Go on, Lucy" Susan urged, "Feel how good it is". "Get on with it, faggot" Brenda shouted. My head was whirling from all the shouting and the fact that here i was, dressed as a whore and with a man's cock in my mouth. i started to suck..i felt dirty for not fighting..sordid..a faggot..

He pulled out before coming, and Brenda pulled him to he, pushing down her panties and burying his cock deep inside her. With horror i saw my wife being fucked by her man, and Susan then licking him clean. i had to lick Auntie Brenda's cunt clean of cum, with Susan doing the same for Jen, and we then had to exchange cummy kisses.

 i cant say i enjoyed my first experience sucking cock, but i want to do it again.

i am sitting in the kitchen at the table. i am wearing my pink bra and panties and a sheer black babydoll nightie. Inside my panties is my little clitty,locked away in a pink plastic cage. i have had an eventful day and can feel the last vesitiges of my masculinity slipping away. On one level it scares me, on another its all i want.

Mistress drove me to work this morning, wearing my grey trouser suit and pink shirt over my lovely pretty undies and clutching my new handbag. She handed me over to Auntie Brenda at the office door, and they laughed at my appearence. Mistress opened my bag and showed Brenda my chastity and they giggled.

About an hour later the Managing Director came into my room. "Brenda has told me about your transitioning. The firm will be cool about it, but we will find you work that doesn't require direct contact with clients" (we are an educational publisher and I agreed i couldn't go to meetings in colleges looking like..a sissy). "If anyone makes any disparaging comments, let me know and they will be dealt with. Brenda here has agreed to mentor you during your..change." She gave me an evil smile he couldn't see.

"What do you want to be called?" he asked, all concern. i paused, blushing.

"Lucy", i mumbled. "i am Lucy".

A memo went round that morning telling all the staff i had come out as transgender and that they should all be supportive of me - and that with immediate effect i was to be known as Lucy.

At 5.30pm Brenda led me to her car and drove me to her house. We were let in by Maid Susan, wearing a sexy satin pink maid's dress, her legs encased in lovely sexy black nylon, her now shoulder-length hair now blonde. Mistress was already there, sitting on the sofa. i stood in front of her. Susan took my handbag and took out the chastity.

"OK Lucy" Mistress said. "Undress". Susan came over to me and helped me out of my jacket. my fingers shook with nerves as i undid my shirt and Susan helped me. i was so aware of her standng close to me, brushing my hand..helping me out of the shirt and running her fingers along my bra straps..then supporting me as i kicked off my heels..undoing my trousers and helping me out of them. i stood in front of Mistress and Aunt Brenda naked but for the bra and panties, my cock so hard..

"Help Lucy lose that nasty boy bump, Susie" Brenda ordered. Susan knelt down in front of me and pulled down the front of my panties. my cock sprang out and she stroked it, then kissed the top and took it into her hot mouth. It felt indescribably good and it was not long before i came with one of the hardest orgasms i have every had, the cum flowing out and filling her mouth..She stood, and kissed me on the mouth, pushing the cum into my mouth. i was so aroused i didnt notice it.

Susan pushed me back over the arm of the sofa and pushed my legs apart. Mistress took out a packet of antiseptic wipes and cleaned my cock, then slid a plastic ring behind my ball sack, then clipped another bit of plastic over the top. Three plastic prongs stood out of the front of the ring. Then she passed the cage to Susan, who spread lube inside as Mistress lubed my now flaccid cock.

"You put it on your little sissy sister, Susan" Mistress said.

"No..please" fear mounted in me. i knew this was a step there was no going back from.

"Hush Lucy honey" Susan said. "You know it has to be like this. When we kissed i could feel it was what you really want. You are such a lovely pretty girl and we'll be so happy being sissy sluts together". As she spoke she stuffed my cock inside the pink plastic tube. Mistress pulled it back and locked the little padlock on the top shut. The key went away in her handbag.

Susan pulled up my panties. "See, such a feminine front now, no more icky male erections" Brenda said.

i was allowed to roll on a pair of new black stockings with such pretty lace tops, then dressed in a tight white blouse and little mini skirt for the drive home.

My name is Lucy. i am a little sissy gurl. Thank you Mistress for showing me what i am.

We spent all last week at my mother-in-law's so we could be near the hospital where Mistress's sister is being treated. i have spent the whole week wearing panties and bras, pink t shirts and tops and leggings. Two new things - i have been started in a pair of white heels, and Mistress has been putting  lipstick, eye makeup and blusher on my face and brushing my hair in a feminine style so that i can be seen for what i am, a man who is becoming a sissy. Her mother approves of my transformaton, and enjoys watching me getting dressed each morning. i love the feeling and smell of the makeup, particularly the lipstick which makes me feel such a submissive little slut gurl.

i have been spending my time cleaning my sister-in-law's flat, wearing a pretty frilly apron. Last Wednesday my Mistress and her mother made me try on different outfits - an old school uniform which was a bit too small for me, meaning i had to leave the white blouse partially undone showing off my bra, and the skirt was tighter and shorter than it should be, and a tight pink top with spaghetti straps, a tiny tight black miniskirt, fishnets and my white heels so i looked like a whore. 

We are back home now. my outfit for work tomorrow is my grey woman's suit, a pink shirt andmy makeup. Tomorrow night we go to Aunte Brenda's for the fitting of my chastity.

i am a submissive little sissy slut. Mistress has told me i have to admit it. its true.

Every day this week i have been woken up, taken off my nightdress and then showered. While i am in the shower cleaning myself with sweet-smelling shower gel Mistress is laying out my clothes. First my panties, all pink now with lots of pretty girly lace and bows. Then its arms out and through the straps of my bra, and Mistress fastens me inside. Then i sit on the side of the bed and roll my stocking up my legs, smoothing the black nylon over the shaved skin - it makes me shiver with excitement every time. Then i put on my shirt, clearly a girl's from the way it does up the wrong way and is tailored at the bust. Today's was a pale mauve, and tomorrow'a is pink.

Then my suit. The trousers are snug around my bottom, with the legs looser. i love the way they sort of flap around my nyloned legs. And the jacket on top.

Breakfast is two crispbreads. Then lipstick and a quick spray of perfume and i am buckled into the back seat of the car and driven to work.

My sister in law is very sick so we are going to visit her this weekend. She always hated me. Mistress is packing the clothes so i don'tknow what i'll be wearing or doing. She is quite cross as she had plans for me this weekend which may have to be delayed.

On Sunday morning i was woken up at 8am and sat in front of the computer dressed in my bra, panties and nightie. Someone in chat suggested that Mistress make me taste my own come, so she ordered me to rub my little clitty looking at photos of men dressed as sexy feminine girls. It didnt take me long to cover my hand with sticky come and Mistress made me hold it out, lower my head to it and then lick the gooey mess. It didnt taste too bad, but the stickiness of it combined with my mouth drying out made it hard to swallow. it coated the inside of my mouth and strings of it clung to my lips. "Swallow it!" Mistress ordered. i tried to get it down in one, but i gagged on it. She held my nose and i swallowed involuntarily.

"You'll have to get used to that, Lucy girl" she said. i shuddered and she laughed.

Once again i dressed in my leggings and t shirt and we drove to Brenda's. When we arrived Mistress told Brenda about the come, and she said Susan would love kissing my lips with such special lipgloss. And she did.

Again i had to strip. Mistress had me sit on an armchair as Susan came over to me with a packet which she undid and took out a pair of black stockings. She picked up my right foot and helped me roll the nylon over my toes, up over my calfs and then up my legs. i have never felt anything so sensual as the feeling of the nylon over my smooth legs, the pretty lace tops on my thighs, the look of my painted toes peeking through the black material. i couldnt help giving a little sigh. Brenda and Mistress looked at each other. "Lucy loves her stockings, honey. Just like Susie did", Brenda said.

Mistress then gave me a white blouse and short grey pleated skirt to weaar. "Its my old school uniform, Lucy. I've let it out a bit for you, but you look so cute in it"

It was the first time i was fully dressed as a girl, and Mistress took me over to a mirror to see myself looking cute and sexy. i felt so weak and girlish.

i spent most of Sunday parading round for Mistress and Brenda (who i had to call Auntie Brenda), getting used to the feel of a skirt brushing against my nyloned legs. i received the odd swipe from the crop and had to get used to talking about my titties, my clitty and my pussy.

Mistress hasnt made me try my own come again. i am wearing my women's suit and shirt to work, over my bra, panties and stockings. Today i wore lipstick to work. i know people in the office are talking about me and my "new look". i find it all very embarrassing, but the feeling of the stockings has me weak with a kind of dark pleasure.

On Saturday morning i was woken at 7 and put on the clothes laid out for me. Pink satin panties with white lace and a bow, a pink t shirt with a red heart on the front and a pair of tight leggings. i had a pair of slipper/ballet shoes on my feet. After breakfast (two crispbreads) Mistress ordered me into the car (i now sit in the back seat and have to let her strap me in) and we drove to Brenda's house.

We were let in by Susan, dressed in a pink satin maid's dress. Every time i meet her i can't get over the way her dresses show off her little titties and the shortness of her skirt, her long and quite shapely legs looking so exciting with black nylon so tight and smooth against her skin. Mistress and Brenda pecked at each other's cheeks. "Aren't you going to give your cousin Susan a kiss?" Mistress barked at me. i was so embarrassed and went to peck at Susan's cheek, but she moved her head and kissed me full on the lips. It felt strange being kissed by a man in a dress, but not too bad.

i was ordered to strip down to my panties. Brenda and Susan inspected my hairless body.

"Very nice nails", Brenda said.

"Lovely" Susan replied. "Suits her, Mistress. And she loves it, look at her pantirs"

i was hard, standing there wearing such feminine panties, being inspected up and down by two women and a man in a sexy maid's uniform.

Mistress handed Susan a plastic bag. "What do you think she needs?"

Susan took out a pink bra, matching my panties, pink with a white lace pattern on the cups. She giggled as she came over to me, draping the bra over my body. i gasped at the feeling of the thing against my nude skin.

"Please.." i whimpered.

"Put your arms out"

"No, please..Susan"

I felt the crop across the top of my legs.

"Come on, Lucy. You know it has to happen. You want it".

Shamefacedly i raised my arms and Susan threaded them through the straps, pulled the garment tight around my chest and fastened me in. i looked down at my bra'd chest. It looked very different, womanly. The feeling of the tight restraining straps made me conscious of what i am, a bra wearing sissy.

Brenda and Susan had people round that afternoon, so Mistress and i went shopping in Marks and Spencer for panties, bras and a grey woman's trouser suit. We also bought a sexy shortie nightdress in pink, which i wore on Saturday night.

We went round to Brenda's again on Sunday. i'll write another entry about that as i have to go to work now. i am wearing panties and stockings under the trousers of the women's suit and a soft bra under a blue women's shirt and the suit jacket. All the clothes do up the opposite way from my normal suits. i look funny, and the feeling of the bra and stockings make me constantly aware of the changes i am going through. The trousers dont have pockets, so i won't have my wallet at work. 

All this week i have been woken up, showered and dressed in panties,been given my breakfast of two slices of toast and then sat in front of the computer wearing only the panties and forced to listen to a hypnosis tape Mistress Jennifer found on the internet to train sissies to wear bras (its at goddessgracielovesyou.blogspot.co.uk/2013/o8/training_loop_5_bra_training_html?zx=7ea83dccb528eed8) while flicking through pictures of sissies dresssed in frilly maids uniforms or transvestites being fucked by men. Then she drives me to work.

On Thursday she picked Brenda and me up from work and we went home. i was ordered to strip down to my panties, which i did. Brenda had a riding crop and gave me a couple of stripes across the top of my legs. They then covered me in Immac and left me standing in the bathroom for five minutes. it smelled awful, and after a while it itched and burned. Then i was ordered into the shower and watched as my body hair disappered with the pink gunk. It was so emasculating watching my maleness disappear in front of me, leaving smooth pink skin. i was given a pink razor to get rid of the last bits of hair.

After drying myself i stood completely naked in front of them. The air against my nude skin felt very different. I was given some floral smelling moisteriser for my skin and they laughed at how i looked and smelt.

i was then made to listen to the tape again, while Mistress painted my toenails bright pink (she got the idea off someone on this site) and put some clear varnish on my fingernails.

Today we are spending the whole day at Brenda's. i know that they are going to try to get me into a bra today, and i don't know how to feel about it. The tape talks about the feeling of constriction and how it signals that i am a sissy girl, giving up any masculinity and showing i really deep down want titties (it says real women have breasts, sissies have titties) and to be groped by men. it makes me hard. 

Today was the first day my wife, Mistress Jennifer, sent me to work wearing panties. She laid them out on the bed while i was in the shower. They are pink, with three rows of lace ruffle and look very feminine. i had to wear them under my trousers.

Jennifer drove me to the office early. I usually drive her to the school where she teaches and drive on to the office, but from now on she will drop me off. When we pulled up her friend Brenda let us in. Jennifer gave her a tupperware box with "Lucy" written on the top. "Lucy is on a diet. A nice salad here; please make sure she eats it all up."

"Is Lucy wearing some nice panties?" Brenda asked.

"Yes. Tell her about your panties, Lucy"

i was so embarrassed. "Lovely pretty pink ones, with rows of lace, Brenda". They took me to my office (the place was still pretty empty) and made me drop my trousers to show the panties off. They laughed and said how pretty i looked. I had to call Brenda "Mistress Brenda" from now on, and she had me bend over my desk so they could take turns spanking me with a ruler.

"Mistress Brenda will give you pantie inspections during the day" Jennifer said.She checked I was still wearing them at coffee break time, when she came in at 12.30 to feed me my salad and at 3pm. All the time she talked to me about the pretty dress her husband Susan was wearing, how excited she was to have a sissy sister.

 All day i have been shifting in my chair, the ruffles never letting me forget i am wearing panties. In meetings, wondering what my workmates would think if they knew what i had on. Finding myself looking at their crotches, wondering about their cocks.

For the past three weeks my wife has been on at me to become a sissy like her friend's Brenda's husband. I got sick of telling her i wasn't interested. i was a straight man with problems getting it up, thats all. But i think she knew how fascinating and exciting i had found meeting Susan, so pretty and feminine in her maid's uniform and sexy undies.

The first week she tried wheedling. Why didnt i at least try it, i might like it.That weekend she had coffee with Brenda, and then it was why didn't i just try panties. i kept on refusing. She didn't speak to me for most of that weekend.

That Monday she left a pair of panties on the bed for me. They were hot pink, with a wide band of black lace at the top and lace around the legs. They were pretty. But i kept refusing.

The second week she promised that we would have sex if i out the panties on, and then threatened to leave me if i didn't. The panties stayed laid out on my bedside table. Once or twice i felt the material,  imagined it against my skin, felt my cock harden.

The third week she nagged me constantly, and Brenda kept giving me knowing smiles at work, telling me how much Susan had enjoyed our dinner and was looking forward to seeing me again.

Last Friday i went jogging, and had a shower when i got home. As i dried myself on the fluffy pink towel Jen left out for me (they are all pink these days) i walked into the bedroom naked. My eyes were drawn to the panties. i went to my drawer to take out some clean y fronts. My hand brushed the panties - they felt so smooth, so cool. i picked them up and rubbed the material against my cheek.

i didn't hear Jen come in, but she smiled sweetly at me as she cam over, standing close so i could feel her body against my naked body. i was faint with erotic feelings.

"Go on, you know you want to" she shispered in my ear. My mouth was so dry, my tongue stuck to the top of my mouth.

"Let me help" she murmered, and took the panties out of my hand, sitting on the side of the bed, and holding them open for me to step into. i was carried away by the moment, as i put one foot through a leg hole, then the other..

i was breathing heavily as she pulled the panties up my leg, feeling the lace tickle my skin, then watching my stiff little cock disappear into the pretty pink material, the kiss of the cool material on my ass..i was pantied and felt like i never had before. Jen took a photo of me on her phone.

"Would you like to put on a lovely matching bra, little Lucy?"

"No i wouldn't, and although i have given in to this i am still a man".

She spankd me hard on my pantied ass, but didn't press the matter. "We'll see", she said.

i am writing this at the orders of my wife and Mistress Jen.

i am in my 40s and have been married for 12 years. About three months ago i started having problems getting and keeping up an erection during sex. At first Jen kept saying it didnt matter, but as time went on she started belittling my cock, saying i might as well be a girl with a clitty, then stating to call me a sissy. It really hurt.

i work for a publisher, and the office manager is a woman called Brenda, about ten years older than me, a bit on the plump side but still good looking. She has become friends with Jen (they met at the Christmas party). Last week Jen and i went to Brenda's for dinner, and we were let in by someone dressed in a pretty black satin french maid's uniform, black stockings and heels. It was Brenda's husband who i had met as Dave, but since he retired is now Susan full time. Brenda made Susan take off her uniform and stand in front of us dressed in sexy pink bra and panties, all covered i pretty black lace, her growing hair in a pageboy. Brenda tugged down the front of Susan's panties to show his cock locked away in a little pink plastic cage decorated with flowers. i couldn't take my eyes off the vision in front of me - i have never seen anything so fascinating and exciting, and i saw Jen and Brenda exchange smiles.

"Wouldn't you love to be dressed up all pretty and sexy like Susie here, sissy?" Jen asked me. "Brenda has  some lovely panties and a bra for you too"

i protested, and we had dinner, served by Lucy. Afterwards we sat in the lounge, and Brenda showed Jen her photo album of her feminisation of Susan, who sat next to me on a sofa. i was so aware of her smooth, nylon-covered legs next to me, her very short skirt riding up to expose her stocking tops. The women were laughing, and i heard Jen talking about someone called Lucy, and realised she meant me.

We didn't speak much that night, but ever since she has been nagging and embarrassing me, trying to get me to wear panties. Yesterday i finally gave in. They are pink, with a lot of lace around the legs and top and a pretty bow at the front. My little cock is hard inside them (at last!), and Jen is saying it will only be panties for me from now on.

She hopes other sissies on Imagefap will help me accept what i must be, and that  this is a one way street.