Don Becomes Donna

By Ms. Bianca

 

Part 1

Don always thought of himself as a fairly normal male. With the one exception of his love for soft, frilly, feminine fashions, which he first experienced when he was 13, he considered himself to be a normal male in all other respects. Though he wasn't really the athletic type, he did enjoy watching various sporting events, both in person and on television. His behavior and his attitudes, however, in most circumstances were more subdued, restrained if you will. In certain situations, he could almost be viewed as having a submissive personality. While he had loved wearing satiny lingerie and soft dresses from the first time he tried on a pair of soft panties, Don felt that his life was like that of any other male. He had dated throughout high school and college, although he had never gotten into a serious relationship with any one girl. After his graduation from college, he had found a nice job in his chosen career and was making a nice salary, one that allowed him to buy the soft fashions that he loved and regularly wore in the privacy of his own home.

Still Don felt that there was something absent from his life, something that he could not put his finger on. In an effort to identify the missing part of his life, Don started surfing the Internet. He had quickly discovered several Internet sites that contained stories about guys who wore dresses, either by their own volition or after being forced to by a dominant person, in their lives. For some reason, he seemed to be drawn to those where the male was required to serve a dominant woman as a maid or in some other menial capacity. While in these sites, he even went into a few of the chat rooms to engage in role-play. In the chat rooms, he pretended to be a dominant person but was not comfortable with himself and did not really enjoy playing that role.

It wasn't until Don went into one chat room and made contact with a feminine dominant, a Mistress. As he chatted with her, Don suddenly had the urge to ask if she was interested in training a submissive. When she asked if he was the submissive in need of training, Don reddened while staring at his computer screen. Nevertheless, he meekly typed back "Yes, Mistress. I do indeed desire and need training." She then asked if he was dressed in any feminine attire. Don had to reluctantly disclose that, at the moment, he was not properly dressed. She then asked about his hairstyle. Don admitted that he wore his hair in a typical male cut and had not let it grow longer nor did he own a wig. The dominant, Ms. Roxanne, told Don that she would start his submissive training tomorrow night. She then asked Don if he had either a dress or a skirt and blouse set. When Don admitted that he had both, she told him to be fully dressed as a woman, when he came into the chat room tomorrow night. She also said that, unless he had naturally feminine breasts, he should not put anything artificial in his bra cups. At that point, she dismissed Don and told him what time to return the next night. Don departed from the chat room as ordered and wondered what was in store for him tomorrow.

All of the next day, Don had difficulty concentrating on the work tasks at hand. His mind was still digesting his chat from the night before with Ms. Roxanne. He finally left work a few hours early, claiming that he had a severe headache and was going home to take some aspirin and lie down. Hopefully, he told his boss, it would help. Once at home though, Don did not even consider lying down. Instead, he started to get out the attire he would wear when he entered the chat room later and met Ms. Roxanne at the appointed time. His nervous hands fumbled with the dresser drawers and clothes hangers in the closet while he selected what he would wear.

Quickly, he removed all of his male clothing. He stood in his room totally naked, looking at the selection of feminine things that he soon would be wearing. Don had regularly shaved his body hair and used depilatory cream to keep his skin smooth. He started with a satin garter belt fastened around his waist. Experience had taught him that you put your panties on over the garters, instead of vice versa. This enabled you to go to the bathroom more easily. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he picked up one of the taupe stockings and carefully slid it up his leg. Don always enjoyed the feel of the stocking being drawn up his smooth, hairless leg. He attached the stocking top to the garters and then repeated the process with the other leg. He stood and enjoyed the taut feel of the garters tugging on his stockings.

Don picked up the white, ruffled satin panties and stepped into them, drawing them up his legs and fitting them snugly at his crotch. He had to tuck himself in or there would have been an unattractive sight pushing out from the fabric of his panties. He next put on his white satin bra, carefully hooking the clasps on the back. While he wanted to fill the empty bra cups with some of his panties or stockings, he felt that he would be going against Ms. Roxanne and that would be wrong, even if she could not see him during their chat.

He stepped into a white satin half-slip and drew it up around his waist. Last of all, he put on a pink, short sleeve, front-button shirtwaist dress and a pair of women's flats. Don loved how wearing these things always made him feel so feminine.

He made sure that he was early in arriving in the chat room. As he scanned the list of those already there, he was disappointed to see the Ms. Roxanne had not arrived there yet. Had she merely been leading him on, without having even the slightest intention of training him? He sat silently staring at his computer screen, not daring to enter into a chat with anyone else that was there, so that he wouldn't fail to see when Ms. Roxanne arrived. He had almost given up hope of meeting her, when he saw the message appear on his screen saying that Ms. Roxanne had entered the room. He curtseyed electronically and bid the Mistress, "good evening."

Ms. Roxanne asked if he were now properly dressed to begin training. When Don assured her that he was prepared, she had him describe what he was wearing. After making certain that Don was dressed femininely, she asked if there was a convenience store or pharmacy that was near to Don's residence. When Don replied that one was less than ten minutes away, Ms. Roxanne ordered him to go to the store, dressed as he was, and pick up a box of sanitary napkins, preferably maxi pads. Whether or not the clerk asked, Don was to say that they were for his use. Once back at his home, he was to properly place one of the pads in his panties and then contact her for further instruction. If Don found that this was distasteful or that he didn't want to comply with her order, then she would end his training immediately and there would be no further contact between them. After a few seconds thought, Don indicated that he would obey her order.

She told Don to rejoin the chat room within twenty minutes with the pad properly positioned if he desired to continue his training. Otherwise, she would assume he was no longer interested. She then left the room, causing Don to wonder if he had done the right thing. Nevertheless, the thought of going out dressed en femme excited him, even if someone looking at him would see, especially with his hair, a male in a dress. He picked up his keys, put some money in the pocket of his dress and drove to the pharmacy. It felt strange to be driving while wearing a dress. He was fortunate that it didn't appear busy and that it was not located inside a shopping center.

Don exited the car and made his way to the feminine hygiene section. As he walked, he felt the dress brush his stocking clad legs and the early evening air felt cool under his dress. After a moment or two looking at the various products, he selected a box of maxi pads and headed for the cashier. While he was worried about her reaction, he now knew that he HAD to do this if he was going to be trained by Ms. Roxanne.

At the register, the young lady looked at him and then at his purchase. She was almost laughing and she asked if they were for him. Don assured her that they were. As she rang up Don's purchase, she asked if his period was that heavy that he needed maxi pads. Wouldn't tampons serve his needs as well? Don blushed furiously but answered that he preferred maxi pads to tampons because they gave him more protection. As Don was exiting the store, he could hear the cashier's laughter ringing in his ears.

Back at home, Don took a pad from the box, removed the adhesive strip and properly positioned it in his panties. It felt strange to have a maxi pad snugly between his legs. After replacing his panties, he quickly logged on to the chat room. Ms. Roxanne was already there waiting. She greeted him and asked if he had performed the assigned task. When Don said he had, Ms. Roxanne asked him for the brand name, the quantity, the color of the box and the price. She also asked about the cashier's reaction and how Don had handled himself. Satisfied that Don had carried out the task as ordered, she welcomed her new submissive into her training circle. This pleased Don immensely and he replied, "Thank you, Mistress."

Ms. Roxanne gave Don orders for the next task he was to carry out. Actually, it was a group of tasks that Don had to do over the next three weeks. While in the process of completing the tasks, Don would only be able to enter the chat room to briefly tell his Mistress his progress in completing the tasks and then leave. Once all tasks were finished, Ms. Roxanne would resume his training.

His first task was to go to a lingerie store while dressed as a male and be properly fitted for a bra. Next while wearing his new bra under his male clothes, he had to purchase realistic C-sized breast forms. He then had to insert them in his bra while still in the store. Thirdly, he had to wear his newly filled bra under his male clothes and go to a cosmetics center for a makeover. He was to pay close attention to the techniques so that he could later do his own makeup. Also, he was required to purchase all of the cosmetics that were used to give him a feminine appearance. He was then to go to a nice restaurant to eat with his face still made up. Finally, he had to make an appointment to try on a bridal gown. He was to enter the salon wearing his filled bra and panties under a woman's blouse and pull-on pants. Both blouse and pants had to be decidedly feminine, either in color or appearance. He also was to wear a maxi pad in his panties and make sure he was properly tucked in.

In each case, he was to have a digital camera with him. The person he was dealing with had to take pictures of Don so that they could be forwarded to Ms. Roxanne as proof of his compliance with her orders. Again, she indicated if Don did not fulfill the tasks as ordered, his training was ended. When she asked if he understood, Don replied, "yes, Mistress." Before she told him to leave and contemplate his tasks, she then told him the time he was to check in each night to report his progress.

Don spent the rest of the evening figuring how he was going to obey Mistress' orders. As it was still early in the evening, he took the telephone book and started calling various businesses. The third lingerie store he called agreed to fit him with a bra, although the woman he was speaking to thought his request was unusual. He set up an appointment for early the next morning. He also asked if the store carried realistic breast forms. When assured that they did, Don asked if he could buy a pair and put them into his bra before he left the store. The woman was agreeable to his request and said she would see Don in the morning.

Next, Don called a national cosmetics chain located in the mall. Again the woman taking his call was shocked but agreed to schedule him for a complete makeover in the afternoon. When he arrived, he was to ask for Linda and she would do his makeover. Don was thrilled but wondered how he was going to complete the last task. He called a bridal warehouse in the next community. They would allow him to try on a wedding gown but recommended that he come in during one of their off-peak times. The earliest available appointment that the bridal consultant, Janet, could find that fit that need was on Wednesday of the following week. Don eagerly jumped at the opening. Before she hung up, Janet jotted some down basic information such as Don's height and weight, dress size, if he knew it and the style of gown that he was looking for. For the style, Don simply said that he would leave that choice to her. Janet also suggested that he bring a pair of heels with him to wear during the fitting so that they could assure that the gown was the proper length. She said that she would have several gowns picked out and Don could see which one that he liked. She then said that she would see him on the following Wednesday.

Don considered all that he had done since his chat with Ms. Roxanne. On the one hand, he was pleased that he might fulfill Mistress' orders so quickly. On the other, he was terrified of any possible consequences or ridicule that would be heaped upon him. He knew that he was embarking down a steep slippery slope. While his mind told him that he should be careful and go slowly, his emotions were ready to eagerly race forward to serve Ms. Roxanne. Don decided that he would sleep on these feelings tonight and see what tomorrow brought. He removed everything but his panties, put on a pink satin waltz-length nightgown and climbed into bed. The satin of the nightie against his body always felt delightful. That night, all of his dreams centered on his being dressed as a woman and being a submissive serving the dominant Ms. Roxanne. To Don, it was the most restful and pleasant night of sleep he had ever experienced.

The next morning, Don arose at his usual time. He showered, wearing his pink shower cap on his head. After drying himself off, he decided to use his femininely scented dusting talc. He loved the scent but dared not use it when he went to work for fear of detection. Today, however, was different. Everything that he would be doing would scream out to the world that he was a sissy. Last night's trip for maxi pads showed Don that he truly was a sissy, who would obey the orders of a dominant woman.

Although he had no instructions from Mistress on what to wear under his male slacks, Don decided that he would put on a garter belt, stockings, and panties and use another maxi pad. He selected a black garter belt and put it around his waist. Next, he drew the black stockings up his legs and fastened them to the carters. Black satin panties with the requisite pad in place were then drawn up to his waist. Don put on a white satin camisole to complete his underwear selection. His outerwear consisted of a plain, pullover shirt and a pair of jeans. He again wore the feminine flats that he had worn last night. He felt that he was ready to start on the tasks that his Mistress (yes, he now thought of Ms. Roxanne as HIS Mistress) had given him. After a quick call to work, saying that he was taking today off for personal business, Don picked up his digital camera and headed out to his first appointment.

He arrived at the lingerie store and found a parking space near the door. As he entered the shop, Sandra, the woman he had spoken with last night, greeted him. When she asked if she could help him, Don blushed and said that he had called about being fitted for a bra. Sandra smiled at his obvious embarrassment as she led him to a fitting room. She stood there watching while he removed his shirt, revealing his camisole. As she caught a whiff of Don's dusting talc, Sandra remarked on how feminine it was. When she saw his feminine flats and the camisole, Sandra asked if Don was wearing any other feminine goodies. Don blushed and admitted that he had on panties, stockings and a garter belt. Sandra smiled and watched as he removed his camisole. While she measured his chest, she asked if this was the first time he had been fitted for a bra. Don quietly admitted that it was. In keeping with what Ms. Roxanne would expect of him, he also admitted that he had a maxi pad in his panties.

Since Don had inquired about breast forms also, Sandra asked him what size cup he wanted in his bra. When he said C, she frowned a little and said that they were presently out of the C-sized forms. However, they had an ample supply of both B-sized and D-sized breast forms. Did he have a preference? After some thought, Don said that the D-sized breast forms would be better, figuring that Mistress would rather see him with a larger feminine chest than with a smaller one.

Sandra again smiled as she brought a number of different bras back for Don's selection. She particularly recommended a satin and lace creation that she said would look lovely on Don. As she slipped it over his arms and fastened it in the back, she told him how feminine he looked wearing the bra. Don blushed again but still remembered that he needed to have a picture taken. Sandra said she would do before and after shots, before he had the breast forms in the bra and afterward. She posed Don so that the bra was very visible across his chest. She then took two pictures of him. The D-sized breast forms were given to Don. He felt their weight and noticed how natural that looked. As he first held them and then slipped them into his bra cups, Sandra shot several pictures, the last two with Don standing in such a way that the fullness of the D-cup could be seen.

As Don moved, he could feel the movement of his pseudo breasts in his bra. He put on his camisole and his shirt as Sandra watched amused. Don said that he would wear the bra home rather than remove it. Sandra said he must be a bigger sissy than she realized, to want to go out in public looking obviously like a male except for his highly developed chest. Don blushed and said that he was a sissy in training to his Mistress and this was what she had commanded him to do.

Sandra ordered him to wait in the fitting room while she left for a few seconds. When she returned, she held a pretty pair of pink satin panties in her hand. She gave them to Don as a memento of his experience, saying she had been wearing these panties just minutes earlier. When Don had described why he wanted the bra, she had felt her juices start to flow at the thought. She had left Don, went to another fitting room and flooded her panties as she quickly experienced her orgasm. Sandra told Don to be a perfect sissy and smell and taste her panties here in the store. Don readily complied, lifting the well-scented panties first to his nose and then putting them between his lips into his mouth. She took pictures as Don slowly put the panties into his mouth. Sandra told him that he was such a lovely sissy to be wearing a well-endowed bra in a women's store while tasting the juices from her stained satin panties. She had Don keep the panties in his mouth while she slowly wrote up the sale. Sandra was enjoying dealing with sissy Don. She teased him by saying that he should come back later and she would dress him in all kinds of lovely satin lingerie that would be perfect for a sissy and then have him please her. Don blushed at her offer shook his head, removed the panties from his mouth and said that, for now, he would serve Ms. Roxanne. Though he wanted to take Sandra up on her offer, he knew that he could only serve one Mistress at a time.

He left the store, wearing his bra with the breast forms, carrying her panties in a bag, and headed off for his next appointment. He drove to the mall, parked his car and went inside. Of course, he got some strange looks over his physical appearance from the shoppers as he made his way to the cosmetics center. Without hesitation, Don walked in and asked for Linda. The young lady behind the counter giggled when she saw his unique appearance. Nevertheless, she told Don to be seated and Linda would be with him shortly.

While, he waited, he was subjected to the stares of the other women there. In a few minutes an attractive woman appeared and introduced herself as Linda. She took Don back to a station near the back of the store and had him sit. She placed a silver shampoo cape over his feminine form. As she smoothed out the cape, she let her fingers fondle Don's new breasts. Don watched and reacted as if she were caressing real breasts on his body. Linda then asked if Don wanted to daytime makeup, evening makeup or slutty makeup. Don said that he wanted evening makeup.

Before she began, Linda took two pictures of Don seated at her station. As Linda proceeded, she carefully explained each step in the makeup process. Don listened eagerly as she explained how to apply a thin layer of foundation over his face and then how to feather the edges. Next was the application of powder, lightly dusted over the foundation. She showed Don how to carefully apply the eye shadow to his lids. Linda suggested that he thin his eyebrows and use an eyebrow pencil to give him a more feminine appearance. Don said that he would consider it.

Linda then showed him how to apply mascara to his upper and lower lashes. She had him take the applicator wand and do the lashes on one eye while she watched. She showed him how to apply blush to his cheekbones starting under his eye and gently feathering it out toward his ear. Lastly, she used the lipstick pencil to outline his lips before applying the creamy lipstick to the lips. A clear lip-gloss heightened the sensual appearance of his lips. She also explained to Don how he should remove his makeup and cleanse his skin. Don looked at his image in the mirror, feminine in every way, except for the hairdo, and liked what he saw. Linda took several close-ups of Don's face, so that they clearly showed his femininity.

As she led Don to the front of the store to pay for the makeover, the cleansing products and for all of the cosmetics he needed to recreate his new look, she asked him why he was doing this. Don's reply was, "I am simply obeying the orders of my Mistress." After he paid his bill and left a nice tip, Linda gave him a light kiss on the cheek and said that he was the nicest sissy she had ever met. He was welcome any time for any of the services offered by the center. While he blushed furiously, he thanked Linda for her kindness.

Don passed a women's clothing store on the way out of the mall. He remembered that Ms. Roxanne had said he was to wear a feminine blouse and pull-on pants when he went to try on the bridal gown. He felt that he couldn't suffer any more embarrassment than he already had, so he went into the store to buy what he needed. The saleslady greeted him and referred to him as "Sweetie" and "Hon" while he shopped. After first teasing him about the size of his breasts, she asked what Don needed. When he explained what he needed, she suggested that a soft, frilly, front-button white satin blouse would meet his feminine needs. It would also show off his enhanced feminine breasts to good advantage. She told him that a skirt would look lovely with the blouse. Don replied that he really wanted some form of feminine looking pull-on pants. "OK, Sweetie. If that's what you want," said the saleslady. "How about these pink flowered capris with the white ruffles around the bottom. They will make you look like the sissy that you truly are. They are a bit stretchy, Hon, and will fit you well." Don agreed that the capris would indeed make him look like a sissy. The saleslady reminded Don that the capris had no pockets. She then laughed at him and said, "Sweetie, this nice pink purse would be perfect for a sissy like you wearing those capris and that blouse. You could carry your lipstick and other feminine goodies in it." He agreed to purchase the three items. As he paid for his purchases, the saleslady said, "Come in again, Sweetie. I have some pretty dresses that a sissy like you would absolutely love. They are in pink satin with lacy, puffy sleeves and ruffles. You would look absolutely darling mincing around in one, Hon, especially with a starched petticoat under the dress." Don assured her that he would return to see the dresses fit for a queen or perhaps for a sissy.

There was still one stop for Don before he could return to the safety of his own home. He had to go eat at a nice restaurant and be photographed eating there. He found a nice one not too far from the mall. As he entered, the hostess giggled over his attire. She did seat him in a back table so that he would not be too great a distraction to the other diners. Still the word quickly spread through the waitresses about the sissy at the back table. Although Don's waitress quickly and efficiently took his meal order, the other waitresses stopped by and kidded Don about his breasts and his made up face. One of the waitresses even said that there was an extra uniform in back if Don wanted to help wait tables and make some tips. She said that with his appearance, he would look cute in the uniform. Besides, they were short handed and another waitress, even one as sissy as Don would be appreciated. Don blushed at her suggestion.

When Don's meal arrived, he asked if the waitress would take his picture. She agreed, but first called the other waitresses to join her. They surrounded Don with one fondling his pseudo breasts, another presenting her own covered breasts to his lipstick covered lips, a third putting pink barrettes in his hair and the fourth holding the attractive uniform for Don to see. Once the pictures were taken, the staff let Don eat in peace. Don ate quickly, paid for his meal and left.

Since Don had some time before he could report to Ms. Roxanne, he decided to remove his slacks and shirt and put on the pink, short sleeve shirtwaist dress from last night. Now, all he had to do was wait for the appointed hour so that he could humbly report his progress to his Mistress. Once again, he entered the chat room early and waited for Ms. Roxanne to appear. When she arrived, she immediately asked, "My sissy submissive, do you have any progress to report?"

Don lowered his eyes, submissively, and typed, "yes, Mistress." He then proceeded to describe the events of the day, including the taking of the required pictures. He also reported that he had an appointment the following week to try on a bridal gown. Ms. Roxanne was pleased with the eagerness of her submissive. She then asked where he was located. When Don named the town where he lived, Ms. Roxanne said that he was near enough to receive live training. However, before that could occur, Don needed two things. First he had to report to Monique within the next week and order his new black satin French maid's uniform. As soon as Ms. Roxanne's name was mentioned, Monique would know exactly what the submissive required. He was to go see Monique this weekend and was given the address where he was to visit.

Also, since he was now a sissy submissive in training, he would no longer be know as Don but rather he would become donna. Given that she was training him, he would really become donnaR. This order delighted donna greatly and she quickly thanked Ms. Roxanne. Once donna had her satin uniform, Ms. Roxanne would advise her where and when to report for live training. Of course, donna typed, "Yes Mistress" and curtseyed for Ms. Roxanne. She then ordered donna to leave the chat room and not report back until after her meeting with Monique. With a "yes, Mistress," donna quickly departed from the room.

The next day, Don went to work as if nothing had happened the day before. He had spent some time removing his makeup and properly cleansing his face. Tonight, he would take small steps in applying makeup to see if he had learned any of the techniques. All morning, Don tried to concentrate on his work. He felt as if the noon hour would never arrive. When it did, he stayed at his desk and quickly called Monique. When she answered, he identified himself as donna and said that Ms. Roxanne had ordered him to call. Monique said that she was expecting this call. She said that donna should be at her shop by 8:00 a.m. Saturday. Also, donna should be wearing her panties, padded bra and stockings. Monique asked if donna wore heels and what the highest heels were that she wore. donna replied that she regularly wore three-inch heels. Once Monique heard this, she said that donna would easily be able to adapt to the heels that Roxanne would require her to wear. Monique then said that donna was not to be late and then hung up the phone. For a few seconds, Don stared silently at the phone before replacing it in the cradle.

Fear and exhilaration swept through Don's body. He couldn't believe how quickly all of this was happening. He was fearful that he was doing something wrong and would be discovered and humiliated. However, he sensed that he was going exactly where he was meant to go in his serving of Ms. Roxanne.

The rest of the week dragged by. Don was even more eager for the weekend to arrive than most of his coworkers. When Friday afternoon was, at last, over, Don breathed a sigh of relief. That evening, he did a dry run to see how long it would take him to get from his house to Monique's. She had already warned him not to be late on Saturday. When Don returned home, he knew how long it would take. He then set his departure time back another half hour to allow for any unforeseen traffic problems. Even with wearing a satin nightgown when he went to bed, Don was so excited about his visit to Monique's that he had difficulty getting to sleep. He awoke even earlier than planned and quickly got dressed.

With his new bra and breasts across his chest, a garter belt around his waist, stockings on his legs and satin panties and a maxi pad in place, he put on his new white, satin blouse, his pink flowered capris and his feminine flats. Don felt so feminine in his clothes. At the same time, he understood that he was a sissy. In his mind, it didn't matter whether or not anyone viewed him as a sissy. He was having an inner need addressed in his being trained by Ms. Roxanne.

He drove carefully to Monique's, making sure that he arrived early. Even though he loved the feminine fashions he was wearing, the last thing he wanted was to be in an accident of any kind and need to explain to a police officer why he was dressed as he was. He approached the door of Monique's shop and tentatively knocked. A stunning blond, beautifully dressed, met donna and invited her in. She remarked on donna's enhanced upper body and said that it would please Roxanne. She also approved of donna's choice of attire for the morning. Before proceeding further, she took the camera from donna and took a few pictures for Ms. Roxanne. Monique then led donna back to the fitting area and had her remove her white satin blouse. Using her tape measure, Monique measured donna's waist, her hips and her chest, both at its fullest part and just underneath the bust. She also measured from the neck to the waist to insure that the uniform would fit right and with the degree of tightness that Ms. Roxanne favored. Lastly, she measured from the waist down toward the knee to see where on donna's legs the uniform skirt would end. Pleased with where it would end, Monique made a few notes before putting away her tape.

After asking donna her shoe size, Monique went into the back of the shop for a few minutes. When she returned, she was carrying two shoeboxes, one containing black patent pumps with a four-inch heel, the other containing black patent shoes with five-inch heels and ankle straps. Monique told donna that Ms. Roxanne would be expecting her to walk properly in these heels. She had donna sit down and try on her new four-inch heels. donna slipped the shoes on her stocking clad feet and stood slowly. While the heel was slightly higher than she was used to, the shoe was the proper size and fit her well. Monique then told donna to return in a week to pick up her new uniform and all of the accessories.

That evening, still attired in the pink capris and the white satin blouse, donna again went into the chat room. She greeted Ms. Roxanne with a curtsey. Instantly, Ms. Roxanne asked about donna's trip earlier that day to Monique's. donna gave her Mistress all of the details of the day, including the attire that she wore to Monique's. She even assured Mistress that she was wearing her new four-inch heels and couldn't wait to start wearing her five-inch ones. Ms. Roxanne was delighted that her submissive was so eager to please. She reminded donna that the next visit to the room would be after donna had been fitted for a wedding gown. Again, donna would need to have pictures taken and have a description of her day the next time she entered the room.

As donna left the room, she knew that the next milestone in her service to her Mistress would occur in four days. She realized that the time would pass slowly, but she must be patient in order to prove her worthiness to her Mistress.

Wednesday morning finally arrived for donna. She had again told her boss that she was taking the day off. After showering, she dusted herself with the feminine bath talc that she had been using on special days like this one. In her room, donna carefully put on her satin garter belt, nude stockings, satin panties with the requisite maxi pad, well-endowed bra and her camisole. She thought about applying makeup but decided against it for now. Her white satin blouse was quickly put on. As she drew the capris up her legs, donna realized that she was liked all of this humiliation that Mistress was causing her to endure. She put on her flats, picked up her pink purse and took the shoebox with the four-inch heels, so that she could try on the wedding gown with proper heels. Before heading out, she picked up her camera so that Ms. Roxanne would have a photographic record of his compliance.

donna drove to the bridal salon, but could not park close by. As she walked to the salon, swaying her hips in a feminine manner, donna received stares and a few crude comments from both men and women that she passed on the way. The women were the cruelest in their comments as they commented on donna's sissy appearance and nature.

At the salon, donna walked in and told the sales associate that she had an appointment with Janet for a fitting. While giggling openly at donna's appearance, she had donna wait until Janet could come out. An attractive woman in her late thirties appeared and introduced herself to donna. As she eyed donna's exaggerated chest, she could not suppress a smile. Still, she regained her composure quickly and took donna back to one of the fitting rooms where several lovely bridal gowns hung in readiness. Janet held each up for donna's inspection and asked her which ones she liked.

After viewing the four different gowns, donna selected a sleeveless white satin gown with an Empire waist and a flowing skirt. The bodice was adorned with sequins and seed pearls. With the style of the gown, donna could wear her own bra instead of wearing a strapless one. Janet praised donna on her selection and said that, for a sissy, she had very good taste. She had donna remove her blouse, capris and flats in order to try on the gown. Seeing her lingerie, Janet knew that donna was a true sissy. She smiled as donna slipped on her heels to see if the length was proper.

donna stood there as Janet helped her into the gown and then zipped up the back. After fussing with the skirt for a few seconds, Janet let donna see her reflection. The gown looked so beautiful and fit her so well that donna almost fainted from the joy of seeing herself. The length of the gown, with her heels, was perfect. She asked Janet to take several pictures of her from all angles. As she moved, donna felt the satin gently caress her body. Janet asked if donna wanted a veil to try on also. When donna said no, Janet had her kneel on the floor of the fitting room. The other sales associate was summoned and given the camera. As donna knelt there, Janet raised her skirt revealing her panties. She pulled donna's head into her crotch, telling donna to put a nice kiss on a true woman and smell her scent. donna obeyed immediately, while pictures were taken.

When the last picture was taken, Janet lowered her skirt, dropping it right over donna's head. She let donna stay in the dark for a few seconds before allowing her back into the light and to stand. As donna changed back into her blouse and capris, she told Janet that, while she hadn't planned on it originally, she would buy the gown and take it home.

As Janet wrote up the sales ticket, she smiled and asked if donna was suffering any back problems yet due to the size of her large breasts compared to the rest of her body. While blushing furiously at this remark, donna replied that she had not had back problems yet. Taking the gown in a protective bag, donna headed for her car. One woman near the salon derided donna as a complete sissy and asked if it was appropriate for a sissy bride to wear white instead of pink or lavender.

Ignoring this woman, donna got into her car and headed home. As she parked the car and got out, two of her neighbors saw donna dressed in her feminine apparel carrying her wedding gown toward the door. Before she could get inside, they cornered her and asked when her sissy wedding would be? One asked her if she should organize a neighborhood bridal shower for sissy donna while the other asked if donna had picked out her wedding trousseau yet. Would a sissy wear white on her wedding day or perhaps pink would be more appropriate? They both smiled and said that the negligee on the wedding night had to be special. If donna wanted, she could borrow a negligee from them. While enduring these taunts from her neighbors, donna managed to remain quiet.

Embarrassed and blushing madly, donna was finally able to get inside while her neighbors laughed derisively at her. She knew that this would soon be all over the neighborhood but she no longer cared what her neighbors thought. She had accepted her role with Ms. Roxanne and that was all that concerned her.

That evening, donna reported to her Mistress and gave a brief review of all that had happened when she went for the wedding gown fitting. She included the encounter with the neighbors and described their comments. Ms. Roxanne was inwardly pleased to hear that donna had purchased the wedding gown. Even so, donna had to pass one last test before Mistress would be totally satisfied. On Saturday, when donna picked up her new French maid's uniform, she was to put it on at once. Monique would then have further orders for her. Also, donna was to bring all of the film with her. Ms. Roxanne then told donna to leave the chat room.

donna was about to go to bed when she heard an incessant knocking on her front door. Looking out, donna saw Darlene and Michelle, the two women that had harassed her when she brought her wedding gown home. Each seemed to be carrying an armload of women's clothes. No sooner had she opened the door to tell them to go away when they pushed her aside and entered the house. Darlene said that she was glad that sissy donna had not gone to bed yet, because they had plans for her. When donna started to protest, Michelle told him to be quiet or else she would be punished severely. While donna was outwardly upset, she was inwardly pleased that her neighbors were being so forceful and demanding with her. All she could do was wait and see what happened.

 

Continued in Part 2

 

 

 

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