The Sissy Farm
By Suzanne High-Heels

Copyright © 2007 Suzanne High-Heels.

Fdom, humil, tv.

It’s 7am on a warm summer’s morning. Another day on the sissy farm has just begun. This is a place where sissies are dressed up like farm animals, such as ponies, cows and rabbits.   Mistress Julie, the head of the farm, is busy getting dressed. Her three daughters, 16-year-old Laura, 19-year-old Lisa and 17-year-old Tara, are going to their first job of the day. And that is to get the sissy cows milked. The sissy cows are kept in a large pink house and are eagerly awaiting the door to open to the milking area. The girls arrive and put on their boots, high-heeled thigh-high boots, that is. And a pair of pink rubber gloves. They remove their tops and bras and go in topless; this they have found improves the yield of the milk. They each go to their individual milking booths and invite their first sissy over for their milking. Each milking booth is made up of rubber tubing, which fits snugly over the sissy’s penis, which is attached by a pipe to a vacuuming unit and a bottle for collecting the milk. There is also a nice pink leather chair for the sissy to sit in as she has the spunk sucked out of her. Sissy milk is a very important supplement to normal cows’ milk for all little sissy babies, as every good mistress knows.  

Later, at 9am, in the farm office, mistress Julie is interviewing an effeminate young man for a job on the farm. He thinks this is for a cleaning job, it is, but mistress Julie would refer to it more as a maid’s job. 
“Basically the job involves cleaning of the farmhouse and the ponygirl stables. It’s not too physically demanding so it should be no problem for you, providing you‘ve done this sort of work before, have you?”    
“I’ve done some cleaning at care homes in the past.” he said. “And I always help my mummy with the cleaning at home.” he blushed.
“Now that’s what I like to hear, helpful and honest. Now just a few questions. Have you an allergy to disinfectant?”
“No.”
“Are you all right starting at 6am?”  
“Yes.”
“No problems wearing women’s clothes?”
“No…uh…sorry?”
“Women’s clothes, the uniform is a maids dress.”
“I’ve never cross dressed before…I haven’t really thought about it.”
“You’ll be fine; many sissy boys have done this job before you and actually liked wearing it.” 
“Well OK, I’ll give it a try.”
“That’s it, come with me and we’ll get started.”
She took him down the corridor. They came to a door marked ‘changing room.’ Mistress Julie opened the door and switched on the light. The room was painted white with pink decorative bows; a lovely soft carpet complimented the room’s simple but feminine character. On the left hand side of the room were two wardrobes, on the right were three vanity units. “Here, put these on.” said Mistress Julie, handing him a pair of black knickers and bra from the draw.
“Oh, I err…” 
“Come on young man, I don’t have all day.” He quickly undressed, placing his own clothes on a chair, and with Mistress Julie’s help, put on the knickers and lacy bra followed by a garter belt with sheer black stockings. 
“MMM.” he cooed.
“Does that feel good Timothy?”
“Oh yes, I feel funny, but really good. My legs feel sexy in the stockings.” He blushed at what he had just said.
“Never mind darling, that’s perfectly normal. Come sit down here, we’ll turn that river of sissy feelings of yours into an ocean of sensations.” she said as she turned the chair in front of the vanity mirror to face him. He sat down, his lacy knickers rustling gently on the pink leather chair. Mistress Julie began by applying some foundation make up, then mascara and blusher. He gazed in wonder at his reflection as his male appearance was sissified by what seemed like a gallon of make up. “Now for your lips, so open your mouth please.” said Mistress Julie. He just sat there and stared at his reflection. “Earth to Timothy.”
“Wha…sorry madam.” he said surprised.
“Time for your lipstick so open your mouth.” She slowly ran the cool red lipstick around his lips. “Quite taken with your appearance aren’t you? I must admit you do make quite a fetching young girl.” Then came the dress which Mistress Julie took from one of the wardrobes. A black satin maid’s dress with white apron. The sleeves were puffed up with white lacy trim around the neck, hem and sleeves. 
“Ahh, is that the maid’s dress?” asked Timothy excitedly.
“Well yes of course, isn’t it wonderful?” asked Mistress Julie. She needed no reply, she knew what he was thinking, nor did he need any encouragement, he leapt to his feet and happily allowed Mistress Julie to encase him in the dress. She tied the apron at the back and noted Timothy’s heavy breathing. “Gosh, you ARE enjoying this aren’t you.” she said taking two final items from the wardrobe. A pair of black patent leather stilettos and a mop cap which matched his dress. He slipped his feet into the towering shoes and mistress Julie delicately placed the mop cap over his attractive blond hair. “There we are, don’t you look a picture.” Just then, there was a knock at the door and Lisa entered the room. “Ahh good Lisa. This is Timothy but I think we’ll call her Tammy while she’s here.”
“Hello Tammy.” said Lisa. “You look wonderful in the maid’s uniform; you may be the prettiest maid we’ve ever had.”
“Oh, thank you Ma’am.” said Timothy, his penis particularly enjoyed the compliment as it began to rustle again in his knickers.
“Now then Lisa, would you show Tammy all that needs to be cleaned in the house.”  
“Of course mother. This way Tammy.” said Lisa. She showed him to the cupboard under the stairs. Inside it was full of cleaning equipment. She took out the vacuum cleaner and told him to start by vacuuming the carpet, then to start the dusting. It was wonderful vacuuming the carpet in high heels, he thought. He‘d taken to the heels like a duck to water. He felt so feminine as he glided along the carpet with his petticoat rustling. After the vacuuming, he began the dusting, per Lisa’s instructions with a nice feather duster. He really came into the character of a maid. Daintily standing in the heels while giving the pictures on the wall a tickle with the feather duster. 

A while later, Lisa called him up to her bedroom. He gladly climbed the stairs to the young lady’s bedroom. He took the feather duster with him as he thought she would want some dusting doing. 
“Oh no dear I don’t want anything in my room dusting just now.” she said, gently taking the duster from his hand. “But your welcome to do some later.” she teased, tickling the duster against his face. “What I need from you is a sperm sample, so, panties down.” He gasped as she whipped down his frillies to his ankles, reached for his penis and started pulling him off. “My my, what a small dolly this is.” laughed Lisa. Timothy blushed red with embarrassment. Lisa sucked the little lady until she could feel he was about to cum. She grabbed hold of a sample bottle and held it in place. As she expected, large spurts of thick, creamy spunk erupted from him. It slowly ran down the side of the bottle and formed a rich milky pool at the bottom. “Thank you dear.” said Lisa. “We’ll just pop this downstairs to the fridge shall we? Follow me.” He pulled his sissy underwear back up, still catching his breath. 

A while later, Lisa showed him to the bunny house. A small but attractive building around the back of the farmhouse. Inside the walls were all coloured pink with a heart-patterned carpet. Three dainty young men were hopping around the room dressed in furry pink rabbit costumes with only their little faces showing. Timothy put food in their bowls while Lisa gave each of the cuties a loving kiss on the lips. As they were leaving, two little girls and their mummy came in. 
“They’re from the village.” said Lisa. “They come in every now and then to pet our sissy bunnies.”   

The ponygirls were next to be fed. Tara came to collect him and took him across to the ponygirls’ stable. It was similar inside to the bunny house. Four beds lined up against the wall and on each of them was a sissy sitting daintily. Each of them was wearing a pink nightie. 
“Now Tammy, they will have already been in the shower together this morning. Now we need to get them dressed.” They each had tight latex suits to put on that covered their shoulders down to their ankles. Their hands and feet were left exposed as was a cut away around their bottoms. The first ponygirl was Sally; Tammy helped her into her bright yellow latex suit. Followed by Carrie, who wore a bright pink suit. Shelly had a light blue suit and Rebecca who nicely fitted into a purple suit. Once they were all into their tight, sexy costumes Tammy and Tara slipped the high-heeled hooves onto the ponygirls feet. Tammy had the honour of putting the ponygirls’ tails in. It was carrot shaped at one end with a full, flowing horse’s tail at the other. And put them in she did, Tammy was shown how to insert a carrot into a ponygirl ensuring a snug firm fit. Each ponygirl squealed with delight as the protruding carrot entered her. Hooves were put on their hands, then Tara got them all reigned up and handed Tammy the reigns of Shelly and Carrie. They each led their ponygirls outside into the courtyard. They were attached to the front of a two-seated carriage. A high-class looking lady and her young daughter got into the back. Tara sat at the front. 
“Go help Lisa, Tammy. She’ll be in the cow house.” said Tara. She cracked her whip and the ponygirls trotted out onto the estate pulling the carriage. 

He delicately minced across the farm to the cows’ house. Inside it was another similar setup to the previous houses he’d been in. It was a large room with a soft pink carpet. 
“Ahh, good, Tammy. Just in time.” said Lisa. “The cows are all in the showers, you can help give them their towels as they come out.” He stood by a pile of towels and handed them to the sweet smelling sissy cows as they came out of the showers. “No playing with yourselves.” called Lisa. “We don’t want to loose any money.” she said to Tammy. When the herd of sissies were dried it was time to help them into their costumes. It must have been a strange experience to wear such a costume he thought as he helped them dress. The sissy cows’ costumes were made up of sensual plastic panties, high heeled hooves, a lacy bra, pink satin mini dress and a darling pink bonnet. The plastic panties in which the sissies penis is placed inside a thick lockable leather pouch. This prevented either the sissy or anyone else from playing with the imprisoned dolly. 
Lisa then sent him back to Mistress Julie for a talk about the day.

“So how was it Tammy?”
“Oh wonderful Miss Spencer.”
“All right, the job, or the dress?” smiled Mistress Julie. He blushed sweetly and answered
“Both.”
“Ahh, that’s great. Listen sweetie, you will remember when Lisa took a sample from you today.” He blushed with embarrassment again.
“…Yes…madam.”
“Hmm, I bet it was nice wasn’t it. The thing is, despite your little lady’s small size, Lisa tells me, you provided a great amount of cream, probably due to the way you were dressed. Nevertheless I would like to have you turned into one of our sissy cows.” He said nothing but just stared in disbelief as he thought what it would be like to be turned into one of those dainty creatures. “Well it’s not like you have a lot of choice Tammy, I’ve already called your Mummy and she’s agreed to lease you to us for a return in the profits from your cream.”
“But Miss Spencer, please. I would rather be a maid.” he pleaded. 
“Well I’m sorry Tammy; you can’t wear the dress anymore.” Laura entered the room. 
“Hello Mummy, is he ready to be cowed up yet?”
“Yes, take him down to the changing room and put him in a cow costume.” 
“OK Mummy, this way please Tammy dear.” He sadly left the room with Laura, not only would he never wear the delightful maid’s uniform again, but he’d also been practically given away by his Mummy. In the changing room, Laura closed the door behind them; turning to him, she could see how upset he was. “Oh what’s the matter Tammy?” she said in a sympathetic voice. 
“I don’t want to be a cow; I want to be a maid.”
“Oh sweetie, it’s lots of fun being a cow. Sissy cows get to wear a lovely costume, stay in a nice cosy place and kiss each other all day long. Besides, you’ll be milked everyday.” 
“I suppose.”
“But that’s not the real problem is it.”
“No, I’ll miss home.” he sobbed.
“You’ll get to go home occasionally, just like a holiday. And it’s only for a few years while your milk is at its thick and creamiest. Now let’s get you out of that maid’s uniform and into a cow costume.” she said. He felt reassured that he had not been abandoned but rather sent on an extended holiday. He felt happy again. He slipped off the high heels, took the maid’s dress off and removed the rest of the uniform. “Now, I want you to climb into this bag.” she said holding out a large satin pink sack. 
“What? Why?” 
“Please Tammy, we are pushed for time.” Confused he stepped in, Laura slipped a pair of pink earphones onto him, forced him down into the bag then tied up the top good and tight. She lay him down onto a fluffy white mat, and placed a CD into the stereo called ‘instant sissy cow’. A soft, female voice came through on the headphones hypnotising him as he gently slithered around in the satin bag. An hour later, he had been conditioned just like the other cows. Demure, docile and very effeminate. Laura helped him into the cow’s uniform. A smooth shimmering pink pvc mini dress, plastic panties with a leather pouch for his dolly, a bonnet and the high-heeled hooves.

He was taken out to the cow house with Laura firmly holding his hand. The other cows didn’t say anything but seemed very pleased to have a new addition to the house. They all gathered round and each gave him a kiss on his lips, some even tried to stroke his penis, but their hooved hands and his pouch prevented them. Even so, it was exciting to be the receiver of so much love. 

When the morning came Laura, Tara and Lisa entered the cows’ house in their milking attire pink rubber gloves and thigh high boots with their breasts bare. They let Tammy be milked first since it was her first time. Laura unlocked his pouch and sat him down in the pink chair. She took hold of his penis and slid the tube down over it. It stiffened even more when the vacuum was turned on. His body swayed with joy at such pleasure. He delivered his mornings work of hot sticky cream. He’d built up quite a lot from a night of being kissed and cuddled. He watched it shoot out of his penis, up the pipe and slosh into the collection tank.    

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