14 Acceptance
Part 14
Sissie's fixation becomes Sissification part 14
Acceptance
Allmost unable to believe how my body felt. Tingling inside. The racing beat of my heart more noticable than i could ever recall before. Unable to quite accept, divulge to myself what had just happenned. I did not even know places and 'procedures' such as even flaming well existed! I had been prescribed so much female hormome that i could practically feel my bum softening and growing. As the new cells mixed with and attatched to my original cells. Then somehow taming any fat and using it to increase the softening and the growing of my buttocks and my.... boobs. I felt amazing. One more appointment and then i finally get to meet Mistress Fiona.
Next destination was in the 'soho' part of the city. That much was obvious. It was getting late afternoon on this, my everlasting day. Or the day that lasted forever..... and the hustle and bustle appropriate to such areas was beginning to creak the place into another debauched evening of decodance and dance. 'Fiona's' was the name in neon above what appeared to be 4 floors of 'adult' material. Of every kind. Smiling i just knew I would own something like this. I scurried inside Fiona's. The further i travelled down this road the more natural it was becoming to allmost completely forget myself. The less i remembered the more i enjoyed. By Golly this woman was a true Goddess!
Keeping an eye out for where or who the manager might be i tried to look nonchalant as i eyed all the sexual shenanigans for sale. This place catered for seemingly every taste and turn on one dare imagine. Upstairs twice to 'The Emporesses new clothes' floor. As it was titled. At the desk, counter with the till was a rather striking, gloriously proud Transvestite..... Immaculately turned out. Short, styled, auborn hair. At least 6 feet tall without the rather gorgeous platform heels she was wearing under a patterned casuit. Smallish bust. Lashings of presinely applies make up. And a beautifull, beaming smile. Seemingly expecting me she politely asked me to wait over by the changing rooms. Two tables with chairs and a coffee machine sat i a very relaxed layout. I sat and waited. Still enjoying the sumptupus feel of my body in my clothes. Especially when sitting and crossing my stocking covered thighs. Or when i caught myself in any reflection. Realising quite how hot i actually looked!
After a short while non other than the beautifull Vicky came and sat beside me. My emotions climbed and crashed many times. As, despite mmy obvious confusion, and feelings for her! My fancying her so much in the first place having started my journey down this deliciously perilous path.i wondered if the eule about not discussing Mistress Fiona still stood. Guessing it probably did i sat allmost in silence as Victoria explained. She had been 'trapped' by Mistress Fiona over 2 years ago. Since, having been her personal slut. Slave. Sissy. Completely. Mistress Fiona and her family. And her husbands family were apparently, as i had guessed, supremely wealthy. Providing them meens far and above any me or Vickys families could have even seriously, ever imagined. I pondered what her real name might have been? For a moment then. I remember, her in her tailored suit. Still so radiantly beautiful. And her husband? What? She continued to very matter of factly tell me quite how much influence these people had. To gain her freedom and a new life with her new body she had, had to find a suitable replacement. And to Mistress Fiona's liking. She had been working in 'Fiona's for a few wks and was niw the manager. Part of 'the deal' to help her find her feet.
So sad was i to realise i had only ever been a part of her game.
Sissie's fixation becomes Sissification part 14
Acceptance
Allmost unable to believe how my body felt. Tingling inside. The racing beat of my heart more noticable than i could ever recall before. Unable to quite accept, divulge to myself what had just happenned. I did not even know places and 'procedures' such as even flaming well existed! I had been prescribed so much female hormome that i could practically feel my bum softening and growing. As the new cells mixed with and attatched to my original cells. Then somehow taming any fat and using it to increase the softening and the growing of my buttocks and my.... boobs. I felt amazing. One more appointment and then i finally get to meet Mistress Fiona.
Next destination was in the 'soho' part of the city. That much was obvious. It was getting late afternoon on this, my everlasting day. Or the day that lasted forever..... and the hustle and bustle appropriate to such areas was beginning to creak the place into another debauched evening of decodance and dance. 'Fiona's' was the name in neon above what appeared to be 4 floors of 'adult' material. Of every kind. Smiling i just knew I would own something like this. I scurried inside Fiona's. The further i travelled down this road the more natural it was becoming to allmost completely forget myself. The less i remembered the more i enjoyed. By Golly this woman was a true Goddess!
Keeping an eye out for where or who the manager might be i tried to look nonchalant as i eyed all the sexual shenanigans for sale. This place catered for seemingly every taste and turn on one dare imagine. Upstairs twice to 'The Emporesses new clothes' floor. As it was titled. At the desk, counter with the till was a rather striking, gloriously proud Transvestite..... Immaculately turned out. Short, styled, auborn hair. At least 6 feet tall without the rather gorgeous platform heels she was wearing under a patterned casuit. Smallish bust. Lashings of presinely applies make up. And a beautifull, beaming smile. Seemingly expecting me she politely asked me to wait over by the changing rooms. Two tables with chairs and a coffee machine sat i a very relaxed layout. I sat and waited. Still enjoying the sumptupus feel of my body in my clothes. Especially when sitting and crossing my stocking covered thighs. Or when i caught myself in any reflection. Realising quite how hot i actually looked!
After a short while non other than the beautifull Vicky came and sat beside me. My emotions climbed and crashed many times. As, despite mmy obvious confusion, and feelings for her! My fancying her so much in the first place having started my journey down this deliciously perilous path.i wondered if the eule about not discussing Mistress Fiona still stood. Guessing it probably did i sat allmost in silence as Victoria explained. She had been 'trapped' by Mistress Fiona over 2 years ago. Since, having been her personal slut. Slave. Sissy. Completely. Mistress Fiona and her family. And her husbands family were apparently, as i had guessed, supremely wealthy. Providing them meens far and above any me or Vickys families could have even seriously, ever imagined. I pondered what her real name might have been? For a moment then. I remember, her in her tailored suit. Still so radiantly beautiful. And her husband? What? She continued to very matter of factly tell me quite how much influence these people had. To gain her freedom and a new life with her new body she had, had to find a suitable replacement. And to Mistress Fiona's liking. She had been working in 'Fiona's for a few wks and was niw the manager. Part of 'the deal' to help her find her feet.
So sad was i to realise i had only ever been a part of her game.
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