Becoming a Big Girl

By Nancy Rose

His heart pounded in his chest, hands shaking, breathing shallow and fast, like he couldn’t catch his breath. If he said yes, everything would change. He would be changed; she would own him body and soul. He would die, and someone else would take his place, someone girlish, pretty, dainty, horny and desperately submissive to her, and to all women.

She would ask him the same question she had asked 30 days in a row, “Are you ready to be a big girl?”

He was a “little girl,” which really meant a 21-year-old young man in training, in a trap of pink satin, lace and baby bonnets. His hands were in satin, padded thumbless mittens making it impossible to hold anything other than his baby bottle, which he sucked on hungrily, even though the sweet milk it contained was laced with female hormones and will softening hypno drugs that sapped his will and made him dizzy and weak. But he drank whenever she brought the bottle, because when he didn’t, she left him to starve.

His home was a giant pink playpen that was more of a cage really, filled with teddy bears and dollies that he was told to play with. All day long, a giant flat screen TV that filled the entire wall of the nursery displayed beautiful dominant women and their happy sissy daughters, always so happy to be at the feet of their owners. When he was first locked up here, he hated seeing them, terrified of being one, so thin and weak and pretty, dressed in satin and lace and heels so tall wearing them would be almost like walking on your tip toes.

They looked so happy though. He knew they couldn’t be. He knew they were former regular boys like him, who maybe got into trouble in one way or another, but did they really deserve their fate, to be reduced to little fuckable whores? But now, all he could think about was how pretty they were, and how much better they had it than he did, with his diapers needing changed twice a day, his three bottles a day, his hours of play time with his dollies, his little cockette locked away, and him so excited all the time, with painful swelling and constant horniness driving him mad.

His favorite video showed at night before Mummy put him to sleep after changing his diaper. It showed a pretty sissy girl getting her weekly milking, her little hairless cockette freed from its cage, her Mummy massaging it until it spurted, her face twisted with such intense pleasure and happiness. He wanted to be her, at least long enough to experience that kind of relief. He was ready. He didn’t care anymore. He needed to be a big girl, so he could have the pleasures that big girls were allowed to have. He was going to tell Mummy yes. He wanted to be a big girl.

He shuddered with fear. He knew what that would mean, what he would have to do. Being a big girl required the ultimate submission. He shivered. Maybe he couldn’t do it. He could put it off one more day and somehow he would be released from this crazy prison before he was permanently changed.

But he couldn’t take it anymore. He rubbed the front of his pink nappy where his little boy part was and could feel it trying to grow big in its cage.

He had to have it freed. He had to say yes. He had to.

He made himself a promise. No matter what happened, what they did to him, he would hold on to his male self. They could do anything to him, but in his mind, he would hold on to the image of himself in dirty jeans and football jersey and how it felt to be a popular athlete in high school. He was handsome and all the girls wanted him. What right did she have to say no to him? She wanted it. He knew she did. Was what he did really all that bad?

He began to cry like a baby. That was happening more and more. He was getting more and more comfortable crying, sucking on bottles, playing with dolls, forgetting who he really was. He needed to work on getting out of his locked playpen, so he was definitely going to say yes tonight. And he would try and hang on to being a boy somehow.

***

Later that night, Mummy changed his diapers. She was so loving and kind when she did that. She cooed to him, told him what a pretty little girl she was, and how much she loved him and couldn’t wait for him to be a big girl. She stroked his face and gently squeezed his budding nipples. Her voice soothing, loving, making him so happy. How could he have ever not loved her? No! Hold on, he thought. Hold on to yourself. Just say yes and get it over with.

“And now sweetie, I’m going to ask you the question,” she said and looked down at him with that motherly smile, her lush lips blood red, her big eyes made dramatic with black eye liner and dark blue eye shadow. “I so hope you are ready to say yes. You have been a little girl for so long I’m becoming concerned that you might want to be a little girl forever. Some do make that choice, and prefer being babies. We snip off their little cockettes so they won’t have big girl desires any more, and can live more comfortably as big babies.

“But you sweetie, you are so beautiful and would make such a luscious big girl that I hope I don’t have to do that to you. So tell me, are you ready to be a big girl?”

She removed the pacifier from his mouth and looked expectantly into his face.

He knew how he would sound when he spoke. His tongue had been surgically altered so he’d always have a lisp and his vocal chords had been tightened so he’d have the high-pitched voice of small girl.

But still, when his voice immerged for the first time in a month, he was shocked to hear it sound so girlish.

“Yeth Mummy,” he said. “I wanna be your big gewrl.”

“You’ve made Mummy so happy!”

She kissed him on both cheeks.

“Tomorrow we go shopping! Now, you get some rest. We’ve got a big day tomorrow. And remember, you are still a little girl. You stay speechless and in diapers unless you have Mummy’s permission.”

He nodded yes obediently.

She placed the bottle in his mouth and he drank happily. Soon, he would be free, well, at least a little more free.

***

In the morning, Mummy’s maid Pansy came in and prepared him. Hair shampooed and styled, trimmed a bit so his bangs would frame his face attractively. His hair was short and sassy, giving him a sexy pixie look.

She applied make up that seemed a little dramatic for a shopping trip, completing his sissy whore look with long false eye lashes that made his every blink look like a flirtation. His lips were painted a dark glossy wet pink, and looked so enticing he was tempted to kiss his reflection in the mirror.

“Seems a shame to muss those lips,” Pansy said, “But rules are rules and you are still a little girl.”

She inserted the cock pacifier in mouth, the strawberry flavored rubber filling his mouth. She secured it with a satin strap around his head and locked it in place.

“When you are a big girl, you can suck on whatever you want!” Pansy said with a giggle.

She dressed him quickly. Pink diaper first, quickly put into place with safety pins. Then pink rubber panties over that. But the rest of the outfit was much more grown up. His training bra went over his buddy breasts, his swollen pink nipples poking through seductively. Pink satin top with puffy sleeves that buttoned in the back. A flowing pink satin swing skirt that reached to just above her knee, her legs smooth and shapely, so soft and perfect they hardly needed the pink stockings Pansy rolled up his legs.

Then came the pink, patent leather 4-inch pumps. Finally! Something other than baby booties. He was so sick of those clunky things. But how would he walk in them?

“Don’t worry about walking in those,” Pansy said. “We’ll teach you a sissy’s proper walk soon enough, but for now, you’ll be on your knees. Remember, you are still a little girl and can’t walk.”

Damn, he thought. I so wanted to actually walk. It’s been so long. I’m not even sure I remember how.

And the final touch, a pink leather dog collar ornate with rhinestones. Pansy tightened it around his neck, and he could feel the rough leather against his softened skin. (He was bathed every day in a solution of milk and oils designed to give him perfectly soft smooth skin.)

“And now you are done,” Pansy said. “Ready for your shopping trip. I remember by big girl ceremony. Still makes me excited. Just remember, whatever happens, don’t resist. Resistance just makes it hurt more. When you accept it all, you will be much happier.”

And with that Pansy turned and left.

He felt like crying again, but tried to not, as it might ruin his make up and he did look very pretty.

***

He crawled like a big baby. Mummy walked him through the sissies mall, occasionally smacking him on his ass with her cane when she wanted to turn into a store or for him to begin walking again. They were coming from Domme Fashions, where Mummy tried on several outfits for his big girl ceremony, settling on a black corset dress with a handmade leather corset bodice and a black satin skirt with a subtle dark red rose pattern. Underneath went several layers of petticoats that had the skirt swing out in the most ladylike fashion. Underneath she would wear knee length calf skin boots with 5’’ heels.

He looked at her and felt his little boy part stirring. He sucked on his cock pacifier and almost feinted from how much he loved her.

“Do you approved, dear one?” she asked.

He nodded yes enthusiastically. She smiled.

Done there, she picked up his leash and guided him to the Sissy Wear Section, where he needed his big girl ceremony dress.

“The idea of the big girl dress is to make your guests absolutely swoon with desire for you. On your big day, you must be the center of attention, you must scream sexiness and submission. They aren’t the most practical outfits for everyday wear, but for the night, they do make things more convenient.”

He was allowed to stand as they tried on different outfits. The one that they settled on made him blush with shame.

The shoes wear white patent leather with big pink bows on the toes and on the delicately thin ankle straps. The silk stockings went over his milky smooth legs, now grown soft, thin and shapely after a month of hormones and little exorcise.

Around his knees when a “sissy step bow” made of pink satin and tied with a bow. The bow ensured he would take small, mincing steps, until such time as the bow was removed, as he would need to spread his legs very wide.

The stockings were attached to six garters, two at the front of each thigh and one in back, framing his bubbly, girlish ass perfectly, and accenting his thin waist. Had he grown such a feminine figure in only a month?

Peaking out from below the satin garter belt was his cockette in its pink plastic cage, but now with a pink velvet bow securely strapped around his little sissy balls, making them hard and tight. They seemed so much smaller and more dainty now than they used to.

A pink satin skirt went around his waist and came just over his hips, resting just above his cockette and making his bare ass looked even more enticing.

His blouse was a see through, pink lace confection with a deep neckline, puffy sleeves and a high collar that fastened around his neck tightly. He would wear no bra, as the purpose of the blouse was to display his girlish, growing breasts and tempt party guest to reach out and touch them.

He stared at himself in the mirror and knew a more fuckable creature could not exist. He looked meant for sex, to make cocks hard, to be penetrated and cum on over and over again.

She whispered in his ear, her sweet perfume in his nose, her voice soft and strong: “You’ll be my big girl, my sexy toy, my sissy daughter. After tonight, you will no longer be a boy at all, but a beautiful sissy slut, and you will love it.”

He shivered at the thought.

And then he thought, Just go with it. You’re still a boy. You’re still a boy. Play along, but resist, resist.

***

The ceremony began. Mummy blindfolded and leashed him, the collar tight around his neck.

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered into his ear. “I love you so much.”

He felt a pulling at his boy part and realized that she was finally removing the chastity device.

“Yessss, you are finally free,” she whispered.

She gave the tip of it just a small touch with her fingernail and it immediately sprang to life, hardening until it pointed straight up.

“Good girl, you appear to be quite ready. But one more thing.”

He felt something tightening around his hard cockette.

“A sissy clitty bow,” she said, to complete your outfit. “Just adorable.”

She pulled gently on the leash.

“Are you ready to become a big girl?” she asked. “If you say no, we can put you back in chastity and diapers right now.”

The thought tortured him. It was so good to have his cockette free, needing so much to cum. If Mummy could just touch it a little more, it would be so heavenly. But he knew that wouldn’t happen. He knew what was next. His big girl ceremony.

Must remain a boy, he thought. Must be a boy.

“Yes, I’m ready to be a big girl,” he said.

“Good,” she said.

She pulled the leash and guided him forward. A door creaked open and closed. His heels went from carpet to clacking on a wooden floor. He heard hushed voices, whispers. He felt as if a million people were staring at him.

Mummy announced: “Dear friends, today my little girl goes from little girl to big girl. She has accepted what that means and does so willingly. Sissy Nancy Satin please state your desires.”

He spoke the words he had been told to memorize: “I wish to become a big girl, to put aside little girl things and take on the responsibilities and privileges of big girls. I give myself willing to Mummy and to the Sisterhood. My will is your will. My body your body. My soul your soul.”

“Then become a big girl,” Mummy said. “And prove your soul and mind are no longer in any way masculine.”

“I do so willingly,” he said.

She removed his blind fold and he blinked from the bright light. He was in the center of an ornate ballroom, surrounded by dozens and dozens of gorgeous women, all decked out in amazingly feminine and thrilling clothes. At their sides were dozens of pretty sissies, each in thicker makeup, brighter colors and higher heels. But none was dressed as he was, dressed to be fucked.

Before him was a bed covered in pink satin sheets. He did as he was trained to in preparation classes. He climbed onto the bed and while on his hands and knees, raised his ass into the air, presenting it for penetration.

“I beg of you, take my virginity and fill my pussy,” he recited and closed his eyes. knowing that it wouldn’t take long for his command to be fulfilled.

Mummy read from a card that was handed to her by Pansy.

“The first taker will be a Dirk Smith, a recent graduate of stud training who has earned high honors. Madame Jenny, would you please present your Dirk to my Nancy.”

Madame Jenny, looking incredible in a bright red latex dress, lead forth a collared naked young man with long blond hair, huge muscles and a raging 8’’ cock. Studs were trained at a separate school, and turned into purely sexual beings meant for procreation and giving feminine pleasure. Sissies were meant to be charming playthings and companions, skilled in domestic duties and providing endless entertainment to their owners. Studs however, were meant for fucking and hard labor. And they were trained to love both.

“Take that sissy ass, Dirk,” Madame Jenny said, “but don’t you dare cum until I tell you.”

“Yes, madame,” he said. “Gladly.”

He climbed onto the bed and, surprisingly, took a moment to run his hands over Nancy’s body, squeezing her nipples, pinching her earlobes, handling her buttocks with his big meaty hands.

Nancy didn’t expect that, didn’t expect to be touched, to feel such manly hands on his feminized flesh. He felt his cockette grew even harder. He moaned. He felt his sissy pussy open with desire. The thing he had dreaded for so long, he now wanted, and wanted very much. He wanted to be fucked.

Mummy handed Dirk a bottle of lubrication, saying: “Have fun but don’t damage the poor girl. She’s in for a long night.” The crowd laughed.

“Yes miss,” he said, and then slathered on the lube, tickled her rosebud with his oily finger, then slipping one in, and then two.

Nancy moaned, needing it so much. She hadn’t expected it to feel that good, to be penetrated. To be adored. This Dirk certainly seemed to know what he was doing. After all, sex is what he was trained to do.

He leaned over and whispered into her ear: “You are incredibly sexy. I can’t wait to fuck you. Are you ready for my cock?”

Nancy couldn’t speak, desire rendering her mute. She nodded up and down.

“Then get ready,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you good and hard and then cum in your tight little pussy.”

Nancy felt the tip of it against her pussy, and then pushing, then stretching, aching, pain shooting through her. She screamed. Tears running down her cheeks. She felt ripped in half.

“Being reborn is painful, my dear,” Mummy said. “But it will become more pleasurable soon enough.”

In it went, slowly, slowly, deeper, deeper, until she felt filled, paralyzed, penetrated.

“Relax and let it happen,” Dirk whispered in her ear, his big arms around her, so strong, his thick hard chest on her back. She was so weak compared to him, not a boy at all, just a sissy. Could she still be a boy at all? At least a little?

He pulled back and slid it back in, slowly. The pain eased some, and this time pleasure rippled through her. She wanted him to do it again. And he did, and there was more pleasure. She moaned loudly, and the crowd laughed.

“Not so bad now is it, little miss?” someone said.

He fucked her slowly, then faster, and faster. Her aches became lovely pleasures. She loved having him in her. She wanted more and more. She was floating on a cloud of sex and happiness, thinking of the big cock driving deep into her.

“Dirk, cum!” said Madame Jenny.

Think bursts of cum shot into Nancy. She felt every spasm of the massive cock inside her, and what seemed like a gallon of milk had enter her.

“Mmmmmm,” said Dirk, sounding happy. He slowed down as his cock softened. Finally, he leaned over again, kissed Nancy on the cheek, and said, “Thank you.” He pulled his half soft cock out of her and she had never felt so empty or hungry. More. She wanted more.

And she got it. The Big Girl Ceremony had ten studs fuck the little girl, each cumming in her, and with each one, any remaining masculinity being eradicated. Once sexual pleasure is linked to being fucked, a sissy can no longer go back to being fully male. They are forever imprinted with the mind of a cock hungry whore, helped along with hormones and loving encouragement from their mummies.

But Nancy still had one more surprise in store for her.

“Nancy, you have done quite well, and proven yourself to be quite a big girl,” Mummy said. “We have all enjoyed your display this evening. So much so that we would like to give you a reward. Would you like permission to spurt your sissy milk?”

Nancy, after having been ravaged by ten studs, stretched open, filled with gobs of cum, was very much ready to finally release her sissy milk. And then was hoping maybe to be fucked again. She had completely given up any hope of being a boy. All she wanted was to be a good sissy and enjoy being girly and receiving as much cock into her pussy as possible. It was all she could think of really. She tried for a second to think of her former life, her old family, her parents, her little brother, her old school and old friends. But she didn’t care about any of it. She merely wanted to please Mummy, and to very much spurt her sissy milk.

“Yes, Mummy, very much. I need to spurt my sissy milk so badly.”

“Very well then, but you must do it as instructed. We have a new student at the school, one who needs to be punished and transformed, as you once did. Are you willing to start him on his road to sissidom?”

“Yes, Mummy,” Nancy said. “I would be happy to. I just need to spurt so badly. I would be happy to help cure a naughty boy.”

“Bring him out!” Mummy said.

Two large, strong women dragged out the 18-year-old boy, who was gagged, handcuffed and in leg irons. He was wearing only pink panties over a chastity cage and a pink training bra. Nancy knew that’s what she looked like when she was first brought in, first forced into chastity and girlish clothes. But it all turned out not so bad.

The guards threw the struggling boy onto the bed and held him down.

“Milk yourself onto his face,” Mummy said. “And begin the destruction of his masculinity. Because this is a punishment sissification, he will also be castrated, never to cum again. All you need to do to destroy his masculinity is come on his face, and we will clip him right here on this bed, curing him forever of his nasty boy tendencies.”

Nancy stood and took position with her cockette aimed right at his face. Then recognition hit. It was her little brother! Her eyes grew wide with surprise. Oh no, what was he doing here? She couldn’t do this.

“I see you’ve recognized your brother,” Mummy said. “He committed crimes of vandalism and harassment of girls. He is now here for correction. But I will let you make the choice. You can go back into chastity for a month, and he will become a stud, growing up to be a big strong man servicing the women of the sisterhood. Or, should you like to cum on his face, letting the taste of sissy juice begin changing him forever, you may cum as many times as you like for the next month. All the while knowing your brother, soon to be your sister, will never come again, and will one day have a lovely cunt to fuck, a hole where her cock used to be. Perhaps you could even fuck her. Would you like that?”

Nancy looked down at her brother, his eyes pleading, looking so cute in his bra and panties. Nancy milked herself and in mere seconds finished, a month of sissy milk spurting forth. When she was finished, she leaned over and kissed her brother on his wet cheek, tasting salty and delicious.

“Don’t fight it,” she told him. “Resistance leads to pain. Acceptance is pleasure. I love you. We’ll be sisters soon.”

THE END