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Living Dolls Parts 3-8
Author: Nancy Jo
Kathy, Tom's sister named him, "Penelope", Gerry's sister named him, "Betsy", and I got the name, "Daisy". So we now had girl's names, sheesh.
The Tom or Penelope's mother prounced our sentence. "Since you're all out of school, you three are going to help your sisters to become good Mommies for the next two weeks. You sisters are going to be your Mommies and you are to obey your Mommies at all times, just like you're supposed to obey your real own Mommies. You're going to replace you sisters dollies you destroyed. But, to have more fun you must talk and act like very prissy and sissy girls at all times and be very happy little girls for you Mommies. If one of you misbehaves then all three of you will received the exact same punishment. There a just tons of lovely outfits that your Sister Mommies and your real Mommies have to dress you up nice and pretty, so you don't have to worry about wearing boy's clothes for the next 2 weeks. So, is everything clear, GIRLS!".
Betsy said, "Yeah, ok!".
Penelope's mother said, "That's not girlish enough. You girls forgot to curtsey, smile and say, Yes, Maam. So that will be one additional week as girls. Keep it up and you three may be little girls for the whole summer until schooltime."
We three gave a curtsey and a smile and said, "Yes, Maam!"
"Now thank your Sister Mommies for allowing you the honor and privledge to be their sweet little girl dollies for the next three weeks.".
We smiled, curtsyied and thanked our Sister Mommies.
Gerry's or Betsy's mother said, "Your Sister Mommies are going to have to teach you how to do better curtsies, girls. I think it's best that you girls talk with a pretty little lisp and in much softer voices from now on. If you can't lisp we can place a paper clip on yout tounges."
Now my mother got into the act. "Now, girls so you can get nice and comfy with each other as girls, I think you should smile and curtsey to each other and say how very happy you are to be pretty little girls. You promise to each other to obey your Sister Mommies because you despirately want to be good little girls for them. Afterwards give each other a sweet little hug and a precious little kiss on each other's lips, lilke good girls. Make sure you call each other by your new pretty girl's names. darlings".
Red faced we performed that most embarrasing act. To the delight of our Sister Mommies and our mothers we had to repeat that act four times. Our sisters clapped with glee at each humilating performance.
The hardest thing that first day was being treated like little baby girls for us. I mean we sat a the table like big girls, but, our Sister Mommies fed us baby food and gave us our bottles. The really hardest part was having to go pee-pee in our diapers. By the end the end of the first day after many a bottle we all were going freely into our diapers. Our Sister Mommies delighted in changing us. In the bathroom our Mothers set up a childs potty chair on the toilet for us girls to use for the other toilet thing.
Betsy had a little fit which cost us another week as little girls as well as a across the lap spanking by our Sister Mommies and then, "Corner Time". So we were up to 4 weeks now to be little girls. So, later that evening our Sister Mommies dressed us for beddie pie. In addition to our diapers and plastic panties, we were dressed in multi-layered baby doll nighties, matching bloomer panties and matching baby girl bonnets, tied under our chins. On our feet went sleep socks and furry slippers. We were taken downstairs to watch a, "Shirley Temple", movie. My mother had set up a large playpen for us to sit in to watch the movie. After the movie it was beddie pie time, so we new girls were taken back upstairs and placed in a queen sized bed together. We were given our pacifiers, kissed by our Mothers and Sister Mommies, tucked in and were told to cuddle each other like happy little girls. They closed the door and left a night light on for us. We wispered to each other that we just had to accept our fate, be good little girls for everybody and not to add anymore additional weeks. Later, we were woken up and given a 2 am feeding and diaper check.
The next week went rather smoothly as our Sister Mommies taught us everything we needed to know on being proper little ladies. We perfected our curtsies, our girl play and seemed to fit into our new roles. I slipped on my lisping so another week was added (5 now).
The second week went fine with no additional weeks added. By that time our Sister Mommies allowed us to grow up into seven year old little girls. So, no diapers and plastic panties during the day, but, they were only still used at night to keep us girls spanking clean. It was in the middle of that second week that something like snapped in me. I really started loving being dressed up and treated like a little girl. I started feeling so very sissyish and by the start of the third week I was thoroughly enjoying being a sissy and very prissy little girl.
We girls were given many times alone togehter to ourselves while our Sister Mommies attended their Girl Scout meetings, playing their sports or with freinds, etc. Our Mothers generally just left us alone if we were playing like good little girls. It was at one of those alone times as I was dressing my dollie I suddenly blurted out, "You know Penelope and Betsy, I'm starting not to mind being a little girl. I can't help myself, I'm starting to love it, so much, I'm so ashamed.". I then started sobbing.
Penelope and Betsy looked at each other and I saw a big look of relief come over them. I guess I must have broken the ice, like big time, soon Penelope and Betsy admitted that they to were liking being little girls. After a little more discussion we just began our acceptance in just being sissies. It was hard to admit that, but, at the same time it was a huge weight lifted off our shoulders. We then just basically threw off our boyishness and became sissies. We hugged each other and exchanged tender little sissy kisses. That's how our Mothers found us in a happy little girl embrace.
Imagine the astonishment that our Mothers had when we three girls, told them everything and pleaded to them to let us please be little girls for the rest of the summer. Our Mothers told us that that would make us sissies then. We told them that we really didn't mind being sissies and being pretty little sissies was really neat. So, after much discussion, to our joy, we were alllowed to continue to be little girls for as long as we wanted to be.
Needless to say our Sister Mommies were told of our discission to be sissies and dress as little girls. Our Sister Mommies jumped for joy. So our Sister Mommies became just our sisters and they promised to teach us more about being little girls and be our big sisters now.
The one thing I felt really good about falling to sleep was at least our sisters got the broken dollies replaced.
The next morning was a flurry of activities getting set up for the tea party. I was just dressed in a little jumper and tee-shirt in order to help set things up. Since it was a nice day the party was set up in our garden area around the pretty gazebo. This was going to be a tea party for us new girls, all of our Sisters and our Mothers.
About 11 a.m. I was taken upstairs to get ready. After my bath I was taken to my new room and waiting there was an outfit that left me totally speechless. I was going to be a Little Southern Belle all in pink and white. First came my white panties, then pink cast white stockings and garter belt over which I wore a pair of old fashioned pataloons. Next came a little white corset tied not too tight, over which went a laced up camisole. I was then seated for my makeup which included a light eye shadow, my eyebrows shaped, mascara, blusher and pink lipstick. My fingernails were attended to and while they were drying I was sprayed all over with perfume. After everything was set pink shiny patent leather Mary Janes went on my feet. Then came a huge almost floor lenght set of petticoats. It was like being encased in a fluffy cloud. Over my petticoats when a very long pink Southern Belle type gown. My shoulders were bare, there was a lace front coming off the bare shoulders and banded chiffon near elbow lenght puffy sleeves. The dress or gown had three layers to the shirt part, the final layer beging pure pink chifforn. Next a pink satin sash was tied in a bustle like bow in the back after my gown was zippered up. Around my throat went a pink statin choker with a cameo in the center. Next came my wig which was simply breathaking. It was a lovely golden blonde very long, thick and softly curled in lovely waves. The lenght in the front went all the way down to the bottoms of my little bust. I could feel the wig going far down my back. It was side parted and feathery bangs peeked out across my fore head. A huge pink bow was affixed to the crown with very long streamers going down the back. Little silver tear drop earrings went into my lobes, a little silver charm bracelet went on one wrist. Little wrist lenght white lacey gloves went on my hands and I was hande a dainty white embroidered purse and finally a pink and white laced covered parasol.
My Mother told me to stay in my new room while she and my Sister got dressed for the tea party. So, I spent the next hour getting used to all this girlish finery that I was encased in. I looked at myself in the floor lenght mirror and was completely stunned. All I saw was this totally pretty and adorable looking girl. My mind kept saying to me that that lovely little girl just couldn't be me. There simply was no boy in that picture what so ever. Yet she moved as I moved, smiled as I smiled and did just everything I did. I was very happy it seemed. I just knew I never wanted that adorable little girl to ever go away. As I minced and sashayed in front of the mirror I also took time to teach myself how to sit with all theose layers I wore. I practiced a proper curtsey. I wanted my Mother and my Sister to be proud of me. It simply amazed me how I had gone from a clunky boy, always in trouble, to this very preety and graceful little girl in less than a month.
At 2 p.m. my Mother amd My Sister came into my room to fetch me for the tea party. Imagine my surprize when in walk with them my eldest Sister, Carole, from college. Carole took one look at me and gasped and said, "Oh, my stars, Billy, er, Daisy is that really you? You're simply adorable!".
After a bit of embarrassment, I assured her it was me. She and my Mother and my other Sister shared a collective set of giggles. I was taken downstairs to a holding area in the dinning room that lead outside to the garden path to where the tea party was set up. Betsy and Penelope were there along with 3 new girls, all of us were attired as Southern Belles in costumes of various styles and pastel colors. The 3 new girls were the other members of our former infamous gang, Bobby, now Patricia, Randy, now Charlotte and Jack, now Mary Anne. I was very surprized at how they had also been converted to our new way of life, expecially, Bobby, now Patricia for he/she used to be our leader and toughest member, now he acted like a giggling little girl just like the rest of us.
One by one we were called to do a prominade down the garden path to the tables set up for us. When it came to my time to swish and minced down the garden path I noticed that there were a lot more women and girls that just our immediate families. It seemed that a lot of them were our old gangs former victims. The atmosphere was filled with oohs and aahs, giggles, laughs and applause. Some of the girls even threw kisses at us. Needless to say we were deeply blushed. I made my mind up to just go with the abuse and make the best of it, Besides dressed as I was I was in heaven. Just the sound of all the rustling and the way my clothes felt and my hair felt compensated for all the jeering.
As we new girls munched on cuc-umber and watercrest sandwiches and had our tea like good girls various women and girls would stop by our table and make remarks about the new us. All of the girls that attended our school couldn't wait for us to come back to scholl in the fall.
After we new girls had our desserts (little cakes and ice cream), Ms. Lawrence appeared in front of the crowd to make some announcements. It seemed that as we new girls took our garden walk prominades we wer being judged. We were competing for the title of, "Miss Princess Sissy". Patricia was second runner up, Besty was first runner up and I was crowned, "Miss Princess Sissy". I got a little tiara and a pink sash to wear for the rest of the tea party. Ms. Lawrence also announced that we new girls would not be going back to our old school in the fall. Rather, we'd be attending her Sister's, "Stepford Academy For Proper New Ladies". She introduced several young ladies in the crowd as current students at the academy. We new girls were simply astonished at how lovely these, "girls", were and how they conducted themselves. Each of us said to each other, "These can't be boys". But, as Ms. Lawrence explained that the academy was set up for boys to be nothing but the sweet girls that wanted to be and to provide and educational place where they could learn in peace and to be happy at being girls in a nurturing and caring environment.
Several of the academy girls formed on bothe sides of Ms. Lawrence and presented us new to be students with a official school uniform (a belted sailor dress) and it's trimmings as well as a heart shaped school ring.
The rest of that, life changing, afternoon was spent just having a wonderful time. By then end of that afternoon we new girls were just accepted as that, new girls. Any boyishness was totally gone by the ned of that afternoon.
Here I sit in the attic of my Mother's house looking through my old photo albums, some of my old clothes, and things. It's been nearly 20 years since those events transpired. I do look back with a fondness of all that has happened since then to me.
I spent 7 beautiful and wonderous years at, "The Stepford Academy For Proper New Ladies", or as it really is officially just, "The Stepford Academy". All six of my former gang started there as well. After the tea party we all began hormone replacement therapy and hormone suppressant therapy. We learned not only the state's required education but all the re-education into becoming proper young ladies. The Stepford Academy maintains one of the highest acedemic records of any private school in the nation. Thanks to the academy college and graduate school was far more easier to accomplish.
Any boy/girl or sissy attending the academy always had the choice of quitting and reverting back to just being a boy. The academy insisted on that and we students always knew that. Mary Anne did go back to boyhood sucessfully after 3 years there. Betsy tried it for a year, but was soon back as a girl. At 18 a student with both of her parents permisson could be sent to a private clinic overseas for corrective gender surgery. Of the six of us, five, including me, did such. About 75% of the students elect for that surgery. Some still live as women, yet still are physically men. Some do live as men and still continue to crossdress as women or little girls.
My Mother did explain to me (not mentioned in this story), that special lullabye bedtime music that was played to us when we were our Sister's dolls. It contained sublimital suggestions that were used simply to allow us to get more freely in touch with our inate femininity that all boys have to some degree or another. Only boyishness and societal stuff blocks that from ever coming out. To me, it just unlock the little girl in me and I'm grateful that Ms. Lawrence supplied that music to my Mother. Cindy, Carole and I have become very close and loving Sisters.
For me, I eventually entered television journalism. At 29 I met a handsome widower with 4 young wonderful children. I've become a good stepmother for my children, who we adopted each other. Mot to brag or boast, bit I've grown into a beautiful and happy woman. I'm rather statuesque, at 5ft. 11 ins., yet trim and I did adopt the hairstyle of that very long wig I wore at that wonderful tea party. Yes, my husband does know I was born a boy and it doesn't matter to him. He's told me he loves me as nothing but a woman. I do have 2 sons, and no, I don't plan to send them to the academy. They are good sons that will turn into good men someday. Although, I did help my husband's sister who was overly concerened with a son that acted very girlish to attend the academy. I convinced her it might be the perfect thing to rerslove that issue.
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We girls still keep in touch with each other, along with former classmates. We do meet from time to time. Even Mary Anne I see occassionally when we do reune. Mary Anne bring his wife with her. Mary Anne is currently involved with a crossdressing support group and continues to crossdress fully with her wife's total support. Of the other 5 girls, 3 are all married to loving men and 2 are in lesbian relationships.
So, you can always spot a former, "Stepford Academy Girl". We still wear our heart shaped school ring. We're the women who are impecably dressed, wearing stylish clothes (properly acessorized), perfect makeup and well kept hairsytles. We are all professional women with interesting and rewarding careers and always have a good balance between those careers and family duties. We learned that at the academy. By the way I do meet former academy girls all the time.
So, looking back, in a big way it was truly a blessing that I did that nasty act of breaking my Sisters Cindy's doll. I've gained a lot. But, I don't recommend anyone to do such a nasty act.
This is not the end of my story ... Hopefully, it's still only the beginning of my wonderful life as a woman.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Living Dolls by Nancy Jo (Read 18703 times)
