My Therapists Solution

Steve has the jacket that goes with this skirt. He would prefer in house entertainment only after this I've been told!"

"I'm sure you're up to that challenge, Amanda! I can see how happy you are!". He shook his head wryly and added, "And you came to me to stop you from experiencing it! You just needed a bit of encouragement to embrace your true nature and flourish as a feminised sissy!

Is there anything you need to tell me or want to talk about? No, then I'll re-new your scrips and send you on your way for another month."

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This went on for the next few months till I acheived a modest mouthful topped by the very pink 'cherry' of my tightly crinkled, puffed out nipples! My body fat was re-distributing; rounding out my hips and thighs and slimming my waist, making me even more femininely shaped!

After our monthly meeting Heather had a chat with Steve before digressing into 'Amanda the subservient feminised sissy' mode for the weekend! It was Heather who walked out the door on Monday morning!

Scared, nervous, no longer a male but still not a female I sat in my apartment thinking! As Heather I was aware of my actions over the last year! Steve had actually taken very good care of me! Manicures, pedicures, waxing, hair styling, he found beauticians for every need.

He fulfilled my every wish by allowing me to please him and my attending those appointments pleased him greatly! He was proud to display me, his feminised sissy, both in and out of the house!

Out of the house it was the average housewife look for errands and such. Long or short, sparkly evening gowns and dresses were for one party or another. In house it was a see-thru babydoll nitie; if not just panties or nude! According to Steve I needed no adornments at home as I was the ultimate adornment!

I became used to being displayed nude or nearly so to Steves' friends after the first few months! It didn't excite me as much as it had at first but I still found their constant stares thrilling!

Steve was talking about making an appointment for me to have an orchidectomy! It'd stop any further male physical maturing and allow the hormones I'm taking to map out a more female one faster. Heather wasn't sold on the idea but Amanda was thrilled! Nathan wasn't consulted. I mentioned it to Dr. Dave at that months' meeting and we discussed the pros and cons of both sides; from both sides!

That was when Heather had a discussion with Steve and spent a last weekend in the role of Amanda fulfilling his every wish or whim! It was Heather in control when I walked out the door Monday morning after Amanda saw Steve off to work!

I left Steve a goodbye note atop a scented nitie and moved back to my apartment, unsure whether to continue my feminisation! It would prove my commitment to becoming as feminine as possible but would soon be effectively irreversible!

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"Nathan, it's good to see you again! How have you been?"

"Fine I must have fallen off while I was waiting.". I'd been dozing and vividly dreaming but woke-up calmly and looked around me, feeling relaxed and refreshed, to find myself seated in my therapists' office. I stared into space as bits and pieces of the dream I'd been having flashed thru my mind!

Only slowly did I become aware that I was wearing a see-thru ruffled white blouse, a snug black satin mini-skirt, black hose and three inch black heels! My manicured nails were glossily polished! My hair was styled and heavily sprayed! My face was fully done and I knew there wasn't a hair on my body below my neck! This had happened several time during my dream and was nothing to be alarmed about! So I wasn't alarmed as I realised that what was flooding into my mind wasn't just a dream but memories; very vivid memories!

I felt no shock, no shame, no humiliation or regret! Those might come later! The regret might be not to decide to continue my treatments or delving further into feminising myself! The final choice had to be mine! What had been done up to now would reverse itself over time if I wanted out or I could decide to delve further down the feminisation path to shemale status or even transition to complete female!

I'd been a trained and conditioned sissy for the past year! I'd enjoyed sucking cocks and had loved being fucked by my master and anyone he selected! He enjoyed displaying my feminisation so I served mostly nude indoors and was scantily clad at best when out! Those memories brought a further awareness of the subtle and not so subtle changes to my body and the warm feelings of embarrassed pride I'd felt each change bring to me! The biggest had been when my nipples popped and small breasts had formed on my chest!

I'd blushed for months every time someone made a comment or teased me! I bit my lip and started to tremble whenever anyone touched them, moaned when they flicked them! I become a mindless mass of flesh if they suckled them! I'd start to moan loudly and forget how to stand up! The pleasure only increased when their hands explored my smooth body and increased exponentially when their cocks stretched me wide as they entered me! When their balls slapped against my ass it was like the cherry on top just from knowing that I had all of it inside me! All of those cocks! All of those memories! All of those remembered orgasms when I felt their first spurt erupting inside me! All of the times I'd lain lifeless and gasping for breath, giggling and gurgling idiotically in complete saiety!

Memories of feeling embarrassed by being forced to serve drinks to his clients or friends while displayed in a transparent babydoll nitie and seeing the amusement on their faces! Being even more embrrassed when they noticed, and they always noticed eventually, my swollen 'clit' and it's glistening tip! The constant exposure of my 'secret shame' dimmed somewhat with time but had remained high enough to keep me constantly excited and aroused for the full year! I blinked my way back to the present and looked inquisitively at Dave!

"It was time to ask if the last year was everything you wanted it to be? Also, do you wish to continue it the same way for another year or make some changes? ".

"I'd like the programming to get home on and then be me and have some time to think! I want to consider my options and goals in light of the way I spent the last year under your programming! Admittedly at my request! I asked you to help me find someone who wanted a houseboy they would help become more and more feminised till they were transformed into his new 'maid'! One that would enjoy displaying her feminised body as scantily clothed as was legal and often was very questionablely less!

Usually it was in some private club or bar or maybe, a friends' place! One who had always wanted to meet a transvestite, especislly such a young cute one with such a nice 'clit'! (I'd started to insist it be called a clit with little resistance!). It was shriveled and stayed soft now but at first it become hard and stuck out more! Now the glistening head and maybe a half inch of the shrivelled shaft were all I had atop my well filled hairless sac now! If I stopped taking the hormones that would change; but it would never be the same I was sure!

When I closed and locked my aparment door I became Nathan again! Not caring how I was dressed I sat down and allowed the parade of memories to wash over me! I tried to consider them dispassionately! I'd douched myself daily and often twice or even three times both for preparation and cleanliness! My hair had grown out, been dyed a brassy blonde, was cut and styled into a pixie, a pageboy and over the full year into a shoulder length mass of heavily sprayed and teased curls! My fingernails were shaped, polished and long! My body had been immersed in various chemical baths to keep it soft, smooth and hairless at all times! I'd spent at least two hours each day and all night wearing a tight waist trainer that had done wonders to slenderise my waist!

Saline and hormones had developed my breasts more fully then normal for my last weekend and I was still a C cup! A loose shirt might hide my waist but I'd never be able to hide C cups that way. I'd just stay home for the couple of days it would take for them to shrink down enough to hide! Till then I enjoyed my feminisation privately the way I used to a year ago. Soft music filled the air as I flitted about in malibu slippers and a mistlike babydoll top; my normal attire for the last year!

I added concealing panties when my food was delivered and I had to open the door! Most times I added a bathrobe as well! I even did up the robe most times! I loved the thrill I felt, the rush it gave me to display my feminisation so brazenly, so brashly, so naughtily to those delivery guys!

The flood of memories slowed a bit that first day back and continued to slow; giving me a chance to process it! Either the conditioning was still in effect or it was my 'normal' reaction to having feminised myself by exposing my body during those deliveries! I'd never have let them see me before the last year!

Humiliation, shame, embarrassment had been replaced with pride! Pride in my feminised appearance! Pride in my feminised actions and desires! Pride in being placed with the perfect dominant for myself last year! Every morning he banished my confusion away just by saying my name! I stopped being confused after the first couple of weeks. Now it just made my heart skip a beat as I realised how lucky I was to be his sissy!

I was sure the therapy programing was at least partially in place as none of what I remembered affected my impartialness! I was too calm about things I'd been taught not to do as a child! Not even to think about! Save for my male genitalia I was a female! I wasn't me! Superficially that is. I was me but a different me. I had medium sized breasts on my chest, my hips and ass were more rounded, my waist was Slimmer and much more noticeably feminine! I was completely hairless below my neck! Was I still the confused cross-dr essing, exhibitionistic, passive, transvestite who had consulted a shrink about a recurring dream that was troubling me!

I continued replaying, remembering, recalling incidents from the last year. Incidents that I'd never have believed myself possible of doing; yet I'd done them! Incidents I should be ashamed of doing; yet I felt detached from embarassment! I was sure it was a part of the programming still in effect! It slowed any emotional response and thus allowed me to be more clinical about all of it.

How much of it was still having an effect on me? Did the pride and pleasure I got from having real breasts real or a lingering suggestion left over from my year spent being an obedient sissy slut! Heels always, thigh high stay-ups most of the time, garter-belts, corsets, waist nippers and shelf bras when told to! Snug mini or micro mini skirt or dress; and a semi to very sheer blouse if a skirt when going out, which was most nights.