The Mysterious Village of St. Sienna Ch. 05

'The mysterious legend of the village of St. Sienna.' pt 5

It had been a terror filled descend in his parachute. The last thing Jean remembered was finding the cave to hide out in. His body hurt yet the macho male sensed a wetness at his toes with it feeling like someone was licking them. A light growl preceded by the odd smell in the cave had him cautiously opening his eyes into small slits.

He did his best to remain still as the young Bobcat licked the foot with fresh blood caked on near his ankle. A quick stomp of its paw to the ground the mountain lion turned towards the opening.

The beast glanced at Jean before moving out to see a dangling pheasant tied on a rope swaying near the entranceway.

The commotion outside was soon interrupted by the sound of a gun's register its trademark noise loud and disturbing. A screech of a holler by the animal Jean saw a muscled-up woman slip into the cave moments later.

"You picked a hell of a place to hide...we need to get you out of here now...the dead bird will only holds its attention until it's been eaten...that cat will be back remembering there is fresh meat in its lair."

Torn at the knee the loose pant-leg showed the black and blue of the swelled ankle along with the deep gash of the cut. Jean's hand went up to touch the stocking cap covering his head. It felt odd to feel hair sticking out the back of it. He briefly wondered what had happened to Pierre and Jacques.

"You left a trail of footprints and your parachute...My name is Lenore throw your arm around my neck...I take it that back-pack is yours.'

"I'm near 170...you sure you can handle that?"

A silent stare Lenore whisked him up effortlessly aware he was likely oblivious to what she saw. A kick to it from her foot she moved the backpack so she could grab it with him still in her grasp.

Jean grimaced as his body slid back in the open wagon bed. Hands on the canvas covering he looked at Lenore. The next thing he knew her fist clipped his chin with force knocking him out cold from the punch.

A snap of the reins followed by a brief shout out of 'yeee-haa' had the horse wagon moving.

A light breeze was enough to have Pierre feel his body sway in the wind. A mild pain in the head his blood pressure increased as his heartbeat slowed. Hanging upside down from the tree branch he heard the sound of two horses approaching.

Camille eased her mare close until he was over the saddle. Off her horse a glance at her own captured prey Adeline pulled the rope free letting Pierre ease down. A quick check to see his hands and feet bound Camille spoke.

"It seems we found your mate."

The two women rode off with Pierre and Jacques resting blindfolded and immobilized over each of the cowgirl's saddles with the low rise hozzle. A gentle enjoyable pat to her mound from the saddle on each hoof fall the leisurely ride back to town had Camille begin the discussion. A few thrown out to test their like-ability Camille declared.

"I'm going to go with Gigi for this one."

Adeline smiled

"Well I'll name this one Fifi then...Gigi and Fifi...pretty names for a pair of dancehall Can-can girls."

Out back her saloon Giselle tossed the bucket of water right before she saw the approach of the two women on horseback. Her mare stopping a grumble of a whimper came from the captured Pierre. It was followed by a few quick fanny spanks on his naked bottom. The whimper turned into a cry as he wiggled about.

"Shush Gigi...there'll be time enough to cry later."

Giselle smiled she had seen it before with others like Pierre and Jacques new to the feminine world they would live in.

"Very nice they'll look pretty on stage...I won't be but a moment...I'll have my Nadine come collect the two protégés."

The warm bath felt so good as Jean laid back with his head resting on a towel in the large oversized tub. Waking up he discovered he was in the hillside home of Lenore. In and out of it for a few days the swelling at his ankle better the woman laid him in the oversized bathtub taking the coverup off as he soaked.

Lenore slowly undid the buttons on her flannel shirt while staring at him in the mirror above the sink. Her thick muscled arms lifted up as her hand ran the comb through her mannish butch-dyke look of short hair.

Jean intelligent as he was promptly knew it.

"It's true isn't it...the legend of the village la femme isn't just a myth."

Thick broad shoulders had her breasts evenly spaced put on full display.

"Such a pretty thing...Oui I'm afraid so"

Lenore moved the door so he could look in the mirror affixed to its back.

"Lift up and turn."

Almost afraid to look Jean slid up a tilt to his head girlish in its appearance had the lengthy deep brunette hair fall along his shoulders. A new feeling to be able to keep his legs straight yet rotate at the waist it was something only a woman could do free of straining.

The movement unmistakable his body held still crowned with succulent areolas and long nipples the perfectly pear-shaped c-cups breasts gave off a wiggle above the waterline.

The thin arms laid on the edge of the bathtub. Glancing down he saw how hopelessly weak and feminine his hands and fingers looked. Something inside Jean thought they looked pretty with their long nails. He wondered how he'd be able to really grip anything and thought it likely he'd have to use just the pads of his fingers to touch most things.

A brief bend at the waist had Lenore slipping out of her jeans. Brazenly walking towards him Jean instinctively drew back slightly on her approach.

"Have you ever been taken in a hot bath?"

It was the way she said 'taken' that gave him pause.

A man's man Jean had always been a real lady killer in his time. Quite often making plenty of money from sales of his stolen art trips to Monaco had him gambling with one, two or sometimes three women draped over him at the roulette or 'craps' table.

He let out a small chuckle unaware the little giggle was going to get him fucked.

The feel of his cheek-lines pulled in made him appear so feminine as he stared at the mirror to see the naturally dark curled lifted lashes on the edges of his smoldering eyes. His whole center of gravity was off quite easily he naturally spread his legs as Lenore put her foot in the spacious tub followed by the other one.

She grabbed him by the waist lifting the body up with both pleased to see it still there. He felt so bashful seeing his penis was only 3" despite it being fully erect.

"So cute...so tiny...Might as well make the most of this while it's still here."

Her words echoing in his mind as she leaned down and kissed him. Pressing her breasts against Jean's she eased the little joy stick in her pussy. Something inside Jean made him feel the need to be docile...to be submissive ...to welcome her aggression as a gentle yielding nature came over him.

"Oh darling...yes I think I'll call you Lilac...Lenore and her pretty Lilac...rub them together ...press our mounds against each other...you're going to make for a lovely wife Lilac."

It felt so different in the past he'd always been the one to drive his cock deep. Lenore simply squeezed her vagina muscles the bath water lightly sloshing with some spilling out.

"That's my Lilac...let go...such a pretty woman...release your hold on what little masculine exists...you'll find it's soooo much better being a complete woman...let's have the last of your cream...leave your days as a man behind you."

The water swirling the woman's body waded into him letting Jean feel her strength and determination.

Jean felt himself becoming even prettier even more feminine arching his back the more he gave in. He mashed his breasts against the woman he seemed so weak...she seemed so powerful...it made him wonder how nice it would be to have his own pussy.

The more he dwelt on the thought the easier it became to let go.

"A wife?...me?...but what would I do...how will I act?...I've never been...ohhhhh my goodness...it's starting to happen...ewwww it feels so nice...eeewwwwww...eeeewwwwww.'

Softly cooing like a fertile female in heat he felt his manhood disappearing as he was crossing over into the Lady pond.

"A wife? why I'd enjoy very much being your wife...I hope I'd get to clean and cook and pick up after you...am I pretty enough for you?...will my beautiful body be able to bring you pleasure."

The dwindling male part within him couldn't believe the words were coming out of his mouth.

"Ohhhh my climax...its so close...do you think I'm worthy enough to be your woman ...am I cute enough...eeewwww, eeeewwwwww."

Wave after wave of new sensations wafted over him. A burst of estrogen flowed through him. It was followed by another one even stronger. His desire to be her submissive housewife expanded. Two more potent estrogen rushes came forth.

"Think how nice it will be Lilac...to not have any unsightly balls...no little orbs getting in the way ...instead a lovely smoothness between your legs...yes I'm taking you past the point of no return...free the woman within..."

He couldn't hold back her words were making him give in to Lenore.

"I'd love to be your wife...I'd want to devote my life to you...you know...do the things that would make your life easier...more enjoyable...would I get to wear pretty lingerie...beautiful dresses so you could show me off for what I am...a lovely wife... your little feminine plaything...a cute toy of a sex kitten eager to learn more from her superior...ohhhhhh yessssssss my orgasm...to be your wife would be such an honor Ms. Lenore...ohhhhh i think i'm going to squirt."

"You certainly don't sound like a man...they grunt and groan...yes...the way of the feminine is best for you now."

The woman sensed it feeling his little plaything pulsate she ground down deeper with her vagina muscles until he had no choice but to release his last gasp of masculinity. Something inside Jean had him hoping to become the kind of woman he would have wanted to marry had he remained a male chauvinistic pig.

It was part of the spell and magic of the village of St. Sienna...all males became 'their' idealized version of what it was to be a beautiful woman.

Lilac's body went slack his juice oozing out together they rested enjoying the feeling of the warm water caressing them. His eyes closed an internal buzzed floated throughout his body. It shape-shifted even more becoming slightly smaller, petite more acutely feminine in a womanly sort of way.

Looking back later Lenore would recognize it for what it had been... the final attempt at male behavior jettisoning from Jean. Once they come how many males want to just get up and leave? Even the most seasoned crossdresser often times removes all his female clothing on coming.

She let Lilac slip out of the tub.

"Ma'am I need to go pee."

Looking at the woman the thought occurred perhaps in the future it would be best that he should ask for permission to do things. Lenore paid it no mind knowing the days of submission training lay ahead.

The pear-shaped breasts moving in tandem he went to stand at the toilet. His hand reached down yet there was nothing to grab. Laying them on his rounded bottom his hands gave off a smoothing motion sensing the fullness of the womanly bum.

A hint of innocence to it the voice was soft and sweet.

"Ms. Lenore...between my legs...my dick's gone...I have a vagina...a pretty pussy.,...and my ass...it's so much bigger...much more full and rounded and cuter...I feel so small...so petite."

"Indeed...in need of protection too...you'll be one of those women that likes wearing thongs...and your breasts as well...it seems they are a size bigger than when you slipped into the bath...hand me a towel and slip into those caribou heels."

As Lenore dried off she wrapped the towel creating a shelf at her bosom.

"I'll keep you in just your heels this morning...a pretty girl like you should get used to walking around naked."

Even in the 4" mules Jean was still a few inches shorter to her 5' 10 height. Weak as a box full of kittens he slung both arms around Lenore's neck hoping to be kissed. The pair of large soft breasts gently pressed against the woman's as he closed his eyes when she kissed him.

"Now about that package in your backpack...I've always admired Renoir. I already have two Monet's and a Cezanne.

He wasn't supposed to like it...not really. He'd always considered himself to be a straight male. The cock slid in and out of the anal track creating sensations he found incredibly delightful.

Pierre couldn't explain why his body felt so soft and curvy. The morning he'd been captured he was in shock not really noticing the beginning stages of feminine transformation. Now 2 days later waking up after what Giselle called his 'sleeping beauty' slumber he felt a shapeliness that shouldn't be there.

Searching his mind he knew he met Nadine outside with Giselle and the two cowgirls. After a warm shower he was put in bed having the most unusual dreams with no desire to wake.

Pierre heard Nadine slip into his small bedroom. Offering no resistance he looked on to feel his satin bed-shirt being lifted off. The perky pair of breasts looked so pretty on his thinner body. Long hair along his shoulder line he was effortlessly flipped onto his tummy. It felt like some kind of plug being removed yet seconds later a thickness replaced it.

"That's it Gigi...accept the phallus a vagina is such a pretty thing."

"Ohhh Ms. Nadine...I feel so feminine..."

"Of course you should...those lovely breasts ought to tell you something...yesss just like that...you'll enjoy the cream once it arrives...push back...lift that pretty butt."

As a male he shouldn't have been able to yet he discovered he could quite easily. The thin arms stretched forward his upper body was pressed to the mattress. He had an arch to his back coming off the thin waistline and flared hips. Pierre effortlessly lifted the pretty bottom skyward. The piece moved deeper inside his body as his little plaything and orbs dangled.

Seconds later it spurted out the feeling comforting he held still until Nadine's penis stopped creaming.

In the shower Gigi turned on seeing the other pretty t-girl he could tell his mate Jacques was much like him now. A brief whisper had him discovering Fifi had been taken by Nadine as well.

Nadine spoke.

"Gigi make room for Fifi...you two will be spending a lot of time together. I like all my girls to get along. When you finish up we'll head over to Giselle's and get the two of you started on your dancing routines."

Holding each other's hand Gigi and Fifi strolled behind Nadine as they took in the sights and sounds of the small yet bustling village. Out in front of Giselle's 'Joie de Vivre' saloon they saw the sign.

'Naughty Nadine and her Can-can girls'

Gigi looked at Nadine then back at Fifi. The realization swelled up inside that the two t-girls would be in the Can-can revue.

"Come let's make our way to your dressing rooms...dear me makeup... hairstyling...not to mention your dancing lessons...you lovely things have a lot to learn before we open."

Far too powerful to resist the call of the petticoats drew them to the rack holding a dozen in different colors and length.

Lenore felt proud she knew her Lilac just felt happier with a collar around her neck. Back in his days as a man Jean always had a thing for bondage with submissive women.

Every morning Lenore would have her daily constitutional of a 20 minute walk on the grounds of her grassy fields with Lilac now in tow. Naked her breasts swaying as they hung down Lilac willingly collared and leashed walked on all fours at the woman's side.

She grew to like having nipple clamps affixed heightening the womanly nubs sensitivity. Leather pouches protecting her delicate hands accompanied pads doing the same for her knees.

Using it as a disciplining tool Lenore knew her Lilac would become even more submissive the more they did it. A simple metal object yet a collar was much more creating a deep bond between the wearer and holder. A sense of being owned like a piece of property developed within Lilac.

Lenore knew it would help Lilac accept that she would often be viewed objectified for her feminine beauty developing a persona that welcomed being treated that way.

"Be proud of who you are my Lilac...strut majestically on all fours as I survey my property and glance down at the beautiful one at the end of her leash."

Hearing her commands Lilac would feel a connection between master and submissive letting each stride show off her round bottom cheeks and the shapely curves of her body that had a lovely mane of deep brunette hair flowing off her from her head.

The former art thief was learning trust comes before obedience that submission is earned...That being with Lenore was turning into his favorite place to go in search of peace.

End of part 5 ...