Sissy Steffi - My First Sissy Story

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Sissy Steffi - Part 1

I had no idea how I had been so lucky.  Whenever anybody saw my wife, Laurie, they thought the same thing.  Laurie was almost six feet tall with long black hair, almost down to her waist.  She had the face of an angel and the body of a Greek goddess, with a real woman's curves.

At barely five feet tall and 115lbs, I was hardly the "man's man" someone would expect a beauty like Laurie to be with.  She always told anybody that commented that my character and sensitivity more than made up for my physical "limitations".

They didn't know the HALF of it!  Along with my diminuitive stature, nature had seen fit to reward me with an incredibly tiny "package" as well.  Barely 2 inches long when fully at "attention", I had learned on our honeymoon that Laurie was satisfied more with the ministrations of my tongue than anything else I had to offer her.

I spent literally HOURS with my face buried between her soft, creamy thighs.  Her neatly shaved lips gloriously framed by the white ruffled garter belt, her seamed silk stockings sliding over my shoulders, with her stiletto heels occasionally poking my posterior, egging me on.

Not that I needed any additional encouragement....  Her soft moaning as she writhed beneath me, the feel of her strong but soft hands intertwined in my shoulder length red hair and the heavenly scent of her nether regions were more than enough to motivate me to try and nibble, nuzzle and l!ck my way to her heart!

Afterwards, as I snuggled contentedly against her full, ripe bosom, lost in the smell of her hair, I gazed over at her glistening half-naked body, as her breathing began to slow.  With a start of surprise, I realized that I had not "arrived". 

The same realization came to Laurie a moment later.

"Oh Ron, sweety!  I was so lost in the moment that I almost forgot about YOU...."

As her hands reached down between my legs, I struggled with embarassment as it became clear that her hand was too large. 

Laurie giggled as she saw this, but instantly stopped as she saw the hurt in my eyes.

"It's alright, honey... just a second......"

Laurie reached between her own silky thighs for some lubrication, then proceeded to minister to my needs with her thumb and two fingers.  Caught between blushing with shame and arousal, I couldn't help the soft groan coming from my throat.  As my hips starting bucking against her stroking, she lowered one of her lacy bra cups and guided my head towards her pencil eraser-sized erect n!pple.

"That's it, baby, come to Mama...."

It was over in less than 2 minutes.  I was on sensory overload and couldn't believe all of this was real!

After the honeymoon was over, I moved into Laurie's home.  She came from money, and the house was HUGE.  Her parents had died in a car accident when she was just a teenager, and Laurie was an only child, so all of this, and more, were hers alone.  I had known this going into the marriage, which was why I fully understood Laurie's request for a prenup.

Because we didn't NEED to work, we spent a lot of time just making love, punctuated with occasional forays into the outside world for shopping and food.

I discovered that as a child, up until her teens, Laurie had been a "pageant girl".  Her parents had entered in her in every "Little Miss" and "Junior Miss" competition they could find, and she had won more than a few.  There were pictures of her all over the house in the most adorable outfits, as young as 2-3 years old.  She told me that by the time she was 16, she was tired of all of the "drama" of the pageant scene.  She had planned on telling her parents, but the accident had made that a moot point.

When I told her how cute I thought her pictures were she brought me to a suite of rooms that she had kept locked.  As the doors swung open we entered girlie heaven!  The whole place was done up in pinks and whites, dominated by a huge ruffled canopy bed.

She opened a walk-in closet that was bigger than my apartment! 

Lining the walls were dozens and dozens of dresses and costumes, organized by size and age, beginning at age 2, up until 15.  Underneath the dresses were boxes of shoes and other stuff I couldn't imagine!

Laurie was rummaging through "age 8", when she pulled out a frothy confection of white lace, ruffles and ribbons.

"This was one of my FAVORITES, honey.. what do you think?"

I thought it the most feminine dress I had ever seen.

"It's very nice, Laurie.  I bet you looked absolutely beautiful in it!"

A strange look came over her face....  I could see that was pondering SOMETHING........   With an impish grin, she held the dress up against my chest.  Her eyes sparkled.

"I bet YOU would look absolutely adorable in it, Ron!  Shall we find out?"


To be continued??

This my first EVER attempt at writing Sissy fiction.  Your feedback and comments are VERY welcome!!!

[Anonymous]

Sissy Steffi - Part 2



"What!?!?!?  Laurie, that's just ridiculous!  I'm not a little GIRL, I'm you're husband!"



"I KNOW what you are, Ron.  Look at this dress!  You CAN'T tell that you're not curious how it feels to get all "dolled up".  I've seen the way you look at my pictures.  Heck, I've seen the way you fondle my lingerie when we make love.  You OBVIOUSLY have a strong attraction to "girly" things, why don't we explore it?"



I blushed furiously....  I hadn't realized I had been so transparent!  I had always been turned on by frills, ruffles and lace, but I had certainly never thought of wearing them MYSELF!



"Come on, Laurie...  This is just too weird!  Besides that dress is for an 8 year-old, it would never fit a grown MAN!".



I saw Laurie blush a little as she tried to hide her smile.



"You forget sweetie, these dresses are MY "age 8" clothes.  I was always big for my age.  You could probably squeeze into my "age 6" clothes with your build!  You could wear this dress with room to spare."



Eyeing the dress a little closer, I realized with shame that she was obviously right.  It did appear that it was about my size.  I was the same size as 8 year-old Laurie!



"Still, Laurie.... I would just look foolish wearing that!"



"PLEEEEEEAAASE, Ron, do it for me!  Let me make you beautiful!!!!"



Admittedly, I was a little curious as to what it would feel like.......



"Oh whatever, Laurie...If YOU really want to play a little "dress up", I guess I can play along."



"Will you let me turn you into a little "Pageant Princess", no questions asked?  Promise to do whatever I tell you?"



"Sure, Ok... if it makes you happy, Laurie..  I promise."



"GREAT, honey!!!!  Let's go into the bathroom!"



"What for???  I don't  have to use the bathroom right now?!?!"



"Silly girl!!!  You still reak of cologne and aftershave.... besides we are going to HAVE to do something with your hair!"



I realized she was taking this pretty seriously.  I began to get concerned how far was she going to take this?  It hadn't escaped my notice that she had called me a silly "girl".



"I don't know, Laurie.... this is starting to sound a little weird again....."



My protestations were cut off as without any warning, Laurie swatted my bottom!



"That's enough, young lady!  You made a promise, and I WILL hold you to it.  Now get yourself into the bathroom, or you'll find yourself over my knee!"



"but.. Laurie!?!?!"



SMACK!!!



"Grown-ups call me by my first name, little girl!  You can call me Mommy!"



The last spank had really HURT.....   Tears were starting to trickle down my cheeks as I began to realize I no longer had much of a choice in this...



"Y-y-y-es M-m-m-mommy......"



As soon as we got in the bathroom, Laurie,  I mean "Mommy" had me strip.  I climbed into the tub as she whisked away my clothes.  The tub quickly filled with flowery-smelling sudsy bubblebath.



Mommy returned after a few moments with a small stack of clothes and a few items.  I realized that she had her Lady's razor and shaving gel!



In short order, DESPITE my whimpering, the only hair on my body was on my head.  Mommy had paid special attention to my privates and bottom, but had not stopped there.  She made sure there was not one hair on my legs, arms, chest or underarms as well.



Mommy scrubbed my entire body with a rough sponge, and washed my hair with baby shampoo(with conditioner).  As I stepped out of the bath, I had never felt more naked in my entire life.  Devoid of hair, my pen-s looked even more childish and useless!



After scrubbing me dry with a fluffy towel, Mommy sprinkled Baby Powder liberally over my entire body.  She had me step into a pair of white little girls' panties with lace around the waistband and ruffles around the leg openings.  Afterwards came a matching girls' vest that she methodically tucked into the panties.



Mommy grabbed me by the hand, and led me back to the closet.  She searched through the "age 8" clothes some more and found the matching petticoat for the dress.  As she slid it over my head I felt a rush of feelings I could not begin to understand.  The petticoat rustled LOUDLY as I fidgeted, and the bottom only came down to 3 inches ABOVE my knees!



Next was the dress.  The petticoat was heavy enough, but the dress was made of thick shiny satin and felt like a prison as Mommy buttoned the dozens of small buttons up the back.  I realized as she was tying the back sash into a huge, floppy bow that I was NOT going to be able to take this dress off without help!



With shock I realized that Mommy had been correct.  The dress was actually a little BIG on me, like I was wearing my older sister's clothes!



To be continued?????

[Anonymous]

Sissy Steffi - Part 3

I was awash with strange feelings.  The dress was extremely juvenile in design.  ANY 8 year-old would have felt like an absolute princess in it.  The "waist" of the dress was VERY high, beginning just below my n!pples.  The petticoat fluffed the skirt out so much that my arms couldn't hang straight down, but rested on a cushion of soft ruffles and lace.  The short sleeves were very puffed up, sticking up on both sides of my head.

Laurie.... I mean "Mommy" had me sit down on the bench inside of the closet.  She rummaged through several boxes and found what she was looking for, a pair of little white ruffled ankle socks.  A little more searching, and she found a pair of white patent leather strapped shoes.  I was later to learn that these were called "mary janes", and I was to become QUITE familiar with this style of shoe!

As Mommy knelt putting on "my" shoes, she asked how I liked the dress...

"It's very nice, Laur.. uh, I mean, Mommy....."

Very suddenly, she reached under my skirt and brushed her hand lightly across the front of my panties.  My fully aroused pen-s gave away how turned on I was.  My face flushed crimson at her discovery.

"Hmph!  Just "nice", Ron?  Wait, that will never do.  I can't call call a precious little doll like you "Ron"... you need a proper name!"

I bowed my head in shame, and mumbled that she was right.... I sure didn't feel like a "man" anymore......

"I know.... We shall call you Steffi, Steffi Marie...  That's the PERFECT name for an adorable little sweetheart like you.  Don't you agree, "Steffi"???"

"Y-y-yes Ma'am, it's a very nice name.  Thank you, Mommy."

"Alright Steffi, let's get you finished!"

Mommy grabbed my hand and led me to a vanity on the side of the room.  It was HUGE, with three mirrors and tons of bright lights.  Covering the surface were cosmetics, perfumes and jewelry boxes.  On the walls surrounding it were professional studio portraits of Laurie in all of her finest pageant dresses and costumes.

She combed my hair out, and sprayed something on it before pulling out a strange set of hair rollers.  She plugged the rollers into the wall, and proceeded to paint my nails a pale shade of pink while the rollers heated up.  Laurie had always insisted that I keep my nails manicured, saying that most men didn't notice such things, but women DID.

After my nails were done, she rolled my hair up in the heated rollers, using only the smallest ones.  I didn't yet know, but that was to ensure the curliest hair possible.  While my hair was setting, she brought out the makeup.

I was to "lost in the moment" to pay attention to all of the details, but under Laurie's gentle touch a little girl's face began to emerge.  Pale pink lip gloss matched my nails exactly, and a little lip liner shaped my lips into a more "cupid's bow" appearance.  Plucking my eyebrows stung a little bit at first, but I was amazed at their gentle, arched look when she was finished.

As she began work on my eyes with mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow, I began to realize that with the eyebrows and hair, I wasn't "going back" without some SERIOUS effort!

She stood between me and the mirrors as she worked on my eyes.  She actually made me turn around as she pronounced my hair ready.  After removing all of the rollers, she brushed my hair out, trying different styles.  I watched, speechless, as she pulled out a pair of scissors an proceeded to snip here an there!

Finally with  a sigh, she said "Good enough.. for NOW.." and pulled out a long white, satin ribon.  She threaded it around my neck, then pulled it up, tying it in a bow on the top of my head.  A little more fluffing with the brush, and then she finished it off with a light coating of hairspray.

She clipped a slender necklace with a silver heart pendant around my neck, and put a jingly silver charm bracelet o one wrist and a little girl's jeweled watch on the other.  A light brushing of blusher on my cheeks, and she announced tha "Steffi" was finished.

She turned my chair back around to face the bright lights.

I was STUNNED.  Gone was ANY vestige of masculinity.  Looking back at me was a shy girl no more than 10 years old!!!  The short softly curling bangs just brushing my "new" eyebrows showed why Mommy had needed the scissors.  My entire face was framed by a halo of softly cascading waves and curls.  Laurie stood behind me, running her hands through my hair looking like a proud Mother.

My lower lip trembled.  Laurie's low-cut blouse displayed her impressive cleavage.  Her tight, pencil skirt accentuated her tiny waist, flairing into her luscious bottom.  The gentle curves of her nylon-covered legs were set off wonderfully by the 5-inch pumps she was wearing.  In short, she was an absolute monument to adult female sexuality.  Standing side by side with her towering almost a foot and a half over me, I felt like a little girl.  Looking down at my flat chest and my little girl shoes I was actually JEALOUS of "Mommy's" curves!

"Hold on a second, Steffi......."

I was mesmerized by the image in the mirror.  I heard her rummaging back in the closet.  She returned with a large, soft stuffed rag doll.  With some surprise, I realized the doll was wearing an EXACT replica of the frock I was wearing, right down to the ribbon in the hair!  The only difference was that the doll had long, black hair.

"This is Sally, Steffi...  You are to keep her with you ALWAYS!  Do you understand me, little lady?"

Gulp....  "Y-y-yes, Mommy...."

As I clutched the doll to my chest, I wondered anew... what exactly had I gotten myself into??????


To be continued??

[Anonymous]

Sissy Steffi - Part 4



"Mommy" gently took my hand and led me downstairs for lunch.  I was incredibly self-conscious, and strangely aroused, as my senses were bombarded with unfamiliar sensations..........



The CONSTANT loud rustle of the petticoat with every step I took.....



The feel of the delicate, thin cotton panties barely covering me.....



The "click" of the hard, slick  leather soles of "my" mary-janes on the hardwood floors.....



The movement of air on my freshly shaved bare legs......



The taste of cherry-flavored lip gloss......



The thick, dark fluttering eyelashes  that shocked me every time I blinked....



The curly wisps of hair that bounced and flounced as I walked, tickling my face....



Mommy lead me into the main dining hall.  This was odd, we routinely took our meals at the small, intimate table in the kitchen.....



"Sit down, sweetie.... Mommy will be right back!"



The table was large, and ornate.  Made of a rich, dark wood, with gorgeous high-backed wooden chairs.  It looked like a very expensive antique.   Not knowing where Laurie wanted me to sit, I chose the seat at the "foot" of the table.  The seat was so high, I had to set Sally down and hold onto the table to scoot into place.



My feet didn't even reach the floor!!!



I sat there, with the smooth hard wood pressing into the backs of my thighs, the dress totally filling the chair, and only a thin layer of material between my bottom and the seat.  It was a weird feeling.... from above, there were layers and layers of petticoats and the heavy satin dress protecting my pen-s and b-tt...... from underneath, next to nothing.



I almost abstractly looked at my delicate hands with the shiny pale pink polished nails and jingly charm bracelet, while I waited to see what Mommy would bring....



Imagine my disappointment when she set down in front of me a small salad, a glass of juice, and nothing else.......



"Laurie, what the hell is ............."



SMACK!!!



"WHAT did I tell you to call me, young lady???? And was that profanity I heard coming out of your mouth?"



I was shocked into silence...  Laurie had casually slapped my exposed upper thigh, like you would a recalcitrant child.  The pain was instantaneous, as was the realization that there was absolutely NOTHING I could do stop her......  Laurie was intent on treating me as a little girl, and there did not seem to be much I could do about it.  She was MUCH bigger and stronger than I, and I HAD promised to let her turn me into a pageant princess.



Involuntary tears started welling in the corners of my eyes as I gazed down at the bright red finger marks on my leg.



[sob]  "I-I-I'm sorry, Mommy...  I w-w-won't  let it happen again!"



Before the words finished leaving my mouth... I felt myself being unceremoniously yanked from the chair, and put over Laurie's lap!



I struggled with all of my strength, but she easily held me in place, even laughing at how comical I looked with my pretty pantied b-tt stuck up in the air and my legs flailing!



After the second swat, I totally forgot about breaking free, and instead focused on trying to block her with my hands.  This was a big mistake.



After a moment's pause, she trapped both of my hands, held them in place with one of her hands in the small of my back, and the spanking began in earnest!!



By the fifth, tears were flowing freely down my face...... After the tenth, I was sobbing out loud, trying to catch my breath, by the TWENTY-FIFTH, I was just wailing uncontrollably like a baby, and my voice was going hoarse.



After 25 swats, "Mommy" stood up, spilling me in a mass of tears, ruffles and lace to the floor.  As I lay there racked by sobs, struggling to breathe, she towered over me.



"Get Sally and go stand in the corner..  Pull yourself together little girl, or must I get my hairbrush?"



The merest thought of another spanking, even HARDER than this one, filled me with dread!  I scampered to my feet, my petticoats crinkling and rustling loudly, reinforcing my girly status, as if I needed any more reminder than my stinging bottom!  I grabbed Sally and held her tightly to my bosom as I ran to the nearest corner and stood, my nose pointing directly in the corner.



"We're going to nip this little 'drama queen' attitude right in the bud, do you hear me, Steffi???"



[whimper] "Y-y-yes M-m-mommy...."



"Now, stick your thumb in your mouth and suc-k on it..  RIGHT NOW!!!  Good girl!"



I felt her doing something with the back of my dress.  I realized that she was rolling up the skirt and petticoat as I felt the cool air across my exposed panties.  She neatly rolled the skirt and petticoat up, and re-tied the sash holding it all in place at my waist.  With both hands she rudely yanked my panties down, leaving them puddled at my feet.



"I think you need to remember who is the parent here, and who is just a little 8 year-old girl.  You'll stay just like that, your thumb making sure no more vulgarities escape your pretty little mouth, until Mommy is convinced you've learned your lesson...  If you move from that corner, I WILL bring out my hairbrush, and we will sort you right out. "



I don't know which was more red, my bottom or my face.  As I stood there, suc-king almost instinctively on my thumb, hugging "my" dolly tightly to my chest, with "my" lacy little panties wrapped around my ankles and my freshly spanked bottom exposed to the cool air, I began to understand who exactly WAS the parent around here.....  [gulp]  I'm pretty sure it's NOT me.





To be continued????