Wife learns of her husbands need to be in panties and lingerie. He is then sissified and eventually sold to a rich lady. Very hot long story.

Wife learns of her husbands need to be in panties and lingerie. He is then sissified and eventually sold to a rich lady. Very hot long story.

NOTE: this is an all-unique, all-original work. It is not available anyplace else.

When Paul Berger went to a job interview at Rockport Concepts, he wondered why the company literature was so vague about what the company actually did.

But he was so desperate for a job, it hardly mattered.

Little did he know he had walked into a company developing a powerful behavior change technology system to transform macho men into acting like sweet little baby girls.

Makes them into total sissy men and girly boys, submissive to female domination, men wearing diapers and men forced into baby girl panties . . .

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Wendy rubbed him with a thick fluffy towel, then dried him thoroughly with a fan of hot hair. She led him into the main room, which was still too dark to see, and laid him flat on his back on a soft bed.

"Now it's time to learn your deepest desire," Wendy said in a soft, slow voice, occasionally repeating phrases such as "deepest desire."

"Now I strongly suggest you take deep, long breaths, breathing in slowly, holding just long enough, and then letting it out slowly and fully, emptying your lungs so they again suck in the cool, life-giving air of this Transformation Room . . ."

"You are relaxing, letting all your troubles and cares vanish into nothingness, which is all they ever were, nothing. You are are in a safe place here in the Transformation Room, where nothing can reach you, nothing can hurt you . . ."

She's making me crazy, Bill thought. Why would she take me into a little girl's room? Remembering that he was naked, he certainly hoped there was no girl in it now.

As he continued to relax and sink deeper into intense trance, Bill felt his heart and mind open up to the vibrations of the room, the little girl feeling of total femininity, and he began to cry though he didn't know why.

"Yes, it feels so good, doesn't it?" Wendy said. "To be a big man allowed to become a helpless little baby girl. It's what every man like you needs."

Yes, somehow Bill could perceive the entire room and its contents, and groove in harmony with it. The dresser drawers were full of ruffled panties of all kinds: plain cotton ones for everyday wear, Barbie doll panties, panties with bright red hearts and, best of all, silky panties just full of ruffles in all pastel shades of white, pink, yellow, green, blue and lavender.

In the closet hung indescribably darling little girl dresses and slips and petticoats, with incredible bows, lace and ruffles.

And somehow, though he didn't understand, Bill knew all the clothes in the room were his size, though made to fit the shape of a little girl. They'd been made just for him, as though Diane had given Wendy his sizes.

And he thought this whole thing was crazy. He couldn't wait to get out of here and run to the newspapers to give them this story. Maybe he'd write a book and sell it for a lot of money.

And then, suddenly, with a shock of electricity jolting him, he noticed the other outfit hanging in the closet . . .

The ballerina set.

The pink tights, pink leotard and, of course, pink tutu with a big burst of white ruffles around the waist.

More than anything else in the world, he wanted to be a sweet little ballerina so he could wear an adorable, pretty tutu.

NOTE: this is an all-unique, all-original work. It is not available anyplace else.

When Paul Berger went to a job interview at Rockport Concepts, he wondered why the company literature was so vague about what the company actually did.

But he was so desperate for a job, it hardly mattered.

Little did he know he had walked into a company developing a powerful behavior change technology system to transform macho men into acting like sweet little baby girls.

Makes them into total sissy men and girly boys, submissive to female domination, men wearing diapers and men forced into baby girl panties . . .

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Wendy rubbed him with a thick fluffy towel, then dried him thoroughly with a fan of hot hair. She led him into the main room, which was still too dark to see, and laid him flat on his back on a soft bed.

"Now it's time to learn your deepest desire," Wendy said in a soft, slow voice, occasionally repeating phrases such as "deepest desire."

"Now I strongly suggest you take deep, long breaths, breathing in slowly, holding just long enough, and then letting it out slowly and fully, emptying your lungs so they again suck in the cool, life-giving air of this Transformation Room . . ."

"You are relaxing, letting all your troubles and cares vanish into nothingness, which is all they ever were, nothing. You are are in a safe place here in the Transformation Room, where nothing can reach you, nothing can hurt you . . ."

She's making me crazy, Bill thought. Why would she take me into a little girl's room? Remembering that he was naked, he certainly hoped there was no girl in it now.

As he continued to relax and sink deeper into intense trance, Bill felt his heart and mind open up to the vibrations of the room, the little girl feeling of total femininity, and he began to cry though he didn't know why.

"Yes, it feels so good, doesn't it?" Wendy said. "To be a big man allowed to become a helpless little baby girl. It's what every man like you needs."

Yes, somehow Bill could perceive the entire room and its contents, and groove in harmony with it. The dresser drawers were full of ruffled panties of all kinds: plain cotton ones for everyday wear, Barbie doll panties, panties with bright red hearts and, best of all, silky panties just full of ruffles in all pastel shades of white, pink, yellow, green, blue and lavender.

In the closet hung indescribably darling little girl dresses and slips and petticoats, with incredible bows, lace and ruffles.

And somehow, though he didn't understand, Bill knew all the clothes in the room were his size, though made to fit the shape of a little girl. They'd been made just for him, as though Diane had given Wendy his sizes.

And he thought this whole thing was crazy. He couldn't wait to get out of here and run to the newspapers to give them this story. Maybe he'd write a book and sell it for a lot of money.

And then, suddenly, with a shock of electricity jolting him, he noticed the other outfit hanging in the closet . . .

The ballerina set.

The pink tights, pink leotard and, of course, pink tutu with a big burst of white ruffles around the waist.

More than anything else in the world, he wanted to be a sweet little ballerina so he could wear an adorable, pretty tutu.

Brian Brownie description

NOTE: this is an all-unique, all-original work. It is not available anyplace else.

When Paul Berger went to a job interview at Rockport Concepts, he wondered why the company literature was so vague about what the company actually did.

But he was so desperate for a job, it hardly mattered.

Little did he know he had walked into a company developing a powerful behavior change technology system to transform macho men into acting like sweet little baby girls.

Makes them into total sissy men and girly boys, submissive to female domination, men wearing diapers and men forced into baby girl panties . . .

The first book of this series, Billie Ballerina, told the story of the first man at Rockport Concepts to interview Paul. The second, Prince Princess told the story of the first man Paul was introduced to.

The next one is their social media coordinater, Brian . . .

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"Friday and Saturday nights are the busiest," Brian said. "People stay up late watching TV and get hungry. We get calls after the bars close and people go home and realize they're hungry. And of course, parties. I love it when people order five or ten large pizzas."

"You must see a lot of things that way," Wendy said.

Brian laughed. "People don't seem to know or care what we can figure out just by going to their house for a minute. I know the gay couples and the lesbian couple who always invite about ten other women to their house every Friday night. I've seen people watching porno movies on TV. I know who deals drugs and who's so drunk sometimes they pass out before we can deliver their pizza. I know the guys who always have a new hot girl with them every weekend. I deliver to one house in the hood where there're ten young and pretty white girls changing into short skirts early every Friday evening. And there's a woman in these apartment building who dresses like she's in a massage parlor, and orders a large pizza, which means she either eats leftovers for breakfast or shares it with somebody else. And we have so many stoners who get the munchies late at night, it's not even funny."

Brian paused for breath, and realized he'd been talking like he was with the other pizza delivery drivers instead of at the home of the CEO of what he'd hoped would soon be his new employer.

Yet Wendy didn't seem outraged or offended at all. She laughed in pleasure.

"It's a good thing I don't have pizza delivered here," she told them. "Or the drivers would already know about us."

Bill and Diane -- old enough to be his mother and father -- joined her in what seemed to Brian like genuine laughter.

Brian guzzled a long drink of iced tea? Had he just blown it?

He looked at Kristine, but couldn't read the blank expression on her face. She was hiding her feelings, though, which probably meant she was furious with him.
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She proceeded to scrub him with a high-powered soap that seemed to be eating away his skin. Or maybe it was the hard bristles of the brush which she used to not only scrape away any dirt, but all his dry skin.

And not only did she scrape away all possible dirt and dead skin cells, but his body's hairs down to the roots.

By the time she finished, every square centimeter of his skin had been steam cleaned and scraped naked and hairless.

After Wendy dried him with a pleasantly soft, perfumed pink towel, Brian was surprised at how amazingly sensitive his skin was. The slightest pressure gave him enormous sensual pleasure.

He realized something the hot shower and scrub brush had made him forget. He was still incredibly horny.

Just the sensation of Wendy taking him by the hand and leading him to a large bed with a white ruffled canopy made his dick stand up.

"See, you're so naughty," Wendy said in a kidding voice. "You're not even waiting for your panties."

Brian felt his erection wilt. "Panties?"

"Of course. You can stay naked all night, you know."

"But--"

"Here they are."

She was holding up a pair of . .

Brian Brownie description

NOTE: this is an all-unique, all-original work. It is not available anyplace else.

When Paul Berger went to a job interview at Rockport Concepts, he wondered why the company literature was so vague about what the company actually did.

But he was so desperate for a job, it hardly mattered.

Little did he know he had walked into a company developing a powerful behavior change technology system to transform macho men into acting like sweet little baby girls.

Makes them into total sissy men and girly boys, submissive to female domination, men wearing diapers and men forced into baby girl panties . . .

The first book of this series, Billie Ballerina, told the story of the first man at Rockport Concepts to interview Paul. The second, Prince Princess told the story of the first man Paul was introduced to.

The next one is their social media coordinater, Brian . . .

******

"Friday and Saturday nights are the busiest," Brian said. "People stay up late watching TV and get hungry. We get calls after the bars close and people go home and realize they're hungry. And of course, parties. I love it when people order five or ten large pizzas."

"You must see a lot of things that way," Wendy said.

Brian laughed. "People don't seem to know or care what we can figure out just by going to their house for a minute. I know the gay couples and the lesbian couple who always invite about ten other women to their house every Friday night. I've seen people watching porno movies on TV. I know who deals drugs and who's so drunk sometimes they pass out before we can deliver their pizza. I know the guys who always have a new hot girl with them every weekend. I deliver to one house in the hood where there're ten young and pretty white girls changing into short skirts early every Friday evening. And there's a woman in these apartment building who dresses like she's in a massage parlor, and orders a large pizza, which means she either eats leftovers for breakfast or shares it with somebody else. And we have so many stoners who get the munchies late at night, it's not even funny."

Brian paused for breath, and realized he'd been talking like he was with the other pizza delivery drivers instead of at the home of the CEO of what he'd hoped would soon be his new employer.

Yet Wendy didn't seem outraged or offended at all. She laughed in pleasure.

"It's a good thing I don't have pizza delivered here," she told them. "Or the drivers would already know about us."

Bill and Diane -- old enough to be his mother and father -- joined her in what seemed to Brian like genuine laughter.

Brian guzzled a long drink of iced tea? Had he just blown it?

He looked at Kristine, but couldn't read the blank expression on her face. She was hiding her feelings, though, which probably meant she was furious with him.
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She proceeded to scrub him with a high-powered soap that seemed to be eating away his skin. Or maybe it was the hard bristles of the brush which she used to not only scrape away any dirt, but all his dry skin.

And not only did she scrape away all possible dirt and dead skin cells, but his body's hairs down to the roots.

By the time she finished, every square centimeter of his skin had been steam cleaned and scraped naked and hairless.

After Wendy dried him with a pleasantly soft, perfumed pink towel, Brian was surprised at how amazingly sensitive his skin was. The slightest pressure gave him enormous sensual pleasure.

He realized something the hot shower and scrub brush had made him forget. He was still incredibly horny.

Just the sensation of Wendy taking him by the hand and leading him to a large bed with a white ruffled canopy made his dick stand up.

"See, you're so naughty," Wendy said in a kidding voice. "You're not even waiting for your panties."

Brian felt his erection wilt. "Panties?"

"Of course. You can stay naked all night, you know."

"But--"

"Here they are."

She was holding up a pair of . .