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Dani Forever (sissy)
By Anonymous Author

      DANI FOREVER (The adventures of Sissy Dani) 

   "This should be the most exciting night of your life," Mistress 
Jennifer told me. "We'll be celebrating Sissy Dani's first 'birthday.'" 

   It was true. A full year had gone by since Jennifer had first used her 
secret hypnotic designs to implant within my mind the personality of Sissy 
Dani, a simpering, submissive male lesbian who craved being both beautiful 
and bound. In that year, she had also aided many of her dominant female 
friends to successfully transform the men in their lives into submissive 
feminized slaves as well. Many of them would be at the party tonight. 

   "Let's get you into your birthday dress," Jennifer said, holding out the 
special creation. 

   "Can't that wait?" I asked petulantly. I had noted over the last several 
months that even as Daniel I was becoming increasingly girlish--my voice 
was higher, softer; my gestures and walk more feminine. This "persona 
seepage," as I had come to think of it, had seemingly begun the evening 
Jennifer imposed a second set of posthypnotic commands upon me. I was now 
compelled to wear feminine undergarments and a light coating of makeup at 
all times, whether dressed and acting as Daniel or Dani. I was now 
reluctant to wear female clothing when the Daniel persona was in charge--
for fear the "seepage" would increase. 

   Jennifer, of course, had the solution to my reluctance. "Don't you want 
to be PRETTY, SISSY DANI?" Those were the code words, the special message 
that would activate in full the feminine psyche hidden within my own. As 
usual, the switch was instantaneous. 

   Unable to resist (though within, I knew how humiliating the entire 
scenario was), I dropped my gaze and held out my arms, wrists touching. 
"Transform me, Mistress," I pleaded. "Bind me into your service as sissy 
Dani." 

   Jennifer ordered me to remove my male outer clothes and the black lace 
undies I was also wearing. She strapped me into a plain white strapless 
padded bra and then added white panties. No garter belt this time--the 
sheer white stockings she gave me to put on my hairless legs were designed 
to stay up by themselves. When she handed me the dress Sissy Dani was to 
wear to the party I understood why my lingerie was so simple. 

   The dress was elegant, sexy, and tight as tight could be. Its shirred 
white fabric clung to everyone of Sissy Dani's curves. It was low-cut and 
strapless, the bodice fitting like a bustier. The hem was among the 
shortest Sissy Dani had ever worn--nearly eight inches above the knee. A 
built-in starched petticoat made the skirt stand out, seemingly revealing 
even more of the legs than usual. 

   Now came the shoes--the barest of bare white sandals with seven-inch 
heels. Fortunately, in preparation for the party, Jennifer had made me (as 
both Daniel and Dani) practice walking in even higher eight-inch heels for 
the past month. In comparison, these were like flats. I looked down at my 
feet, and the Sissy Dani persona was enchanted by the sight of my red-
painted toenails winking through the thin straps of the sandals. It was an 
extremely sexy sight. 

   Fully dressed for the party (or so I thought at the time), I was seated 
at my vanity for a make-up job. In keeping with the sexy yet virginal white 
of my outfit, Mistress Jennifer emphasized the little-girl look of my face 
without neglecting the need to make me the sexual center of attention she 
wanted me to be that evening. The final effect--with ultra-long lashes, 
carefully shaded pale colors in the eyeshadow, a deep coral lipstick, and 
my usual embarrassed blush--left the impression of a Monroe-like sexpot 
trying to masquerade as a pre-teenager. Jennifer was certain I would be a 
hit. 

   My usual bondage jewelry was also added--locked collar, bracelets, ankle 
bracelets. 

   She faced me toward the mirror and snapped her fingers. Instantly, my 
male persona reasserted itself. I gazed at my reflection--and the hypnotic 
effect of Jennifer's commands combined with the "persona seepage" left me 
with a raging hard-on. Jennifer recognized the look of longing on my face. 

   "Concentrate on other things, Danielle," she cooed. "For example, I have 
a big birthday surprise waiting for you at the party this evening." She 
grinned evilly--and I shuddered, half in fear, half in anticipation. 

   "Time to go," she told me, producing my "outerwear," such as it was. 
First came a pair of opera-length white satin gloves, exceedingly tight and 
fetishistic. So tight, in fact, that I could scarcely move my elbows or 
fingers once they were on. She forced my arms behind my back and 
demonstrated the gloves' other secret: The two halves of a nylon zipper ran 
up the inner side of each glove. Forcing my arms close together, she closed 
the zipper, imprisoning my arms as if they were bound in a single glove. 

   Over this elegant bondage she placed a white satin cape that fell to my 
waist, mostly hiding my imprisoned arms--but leaving just enough showing to 
make it interesting should anyone notice my awkward condition. "Now you 
just stand here like that and get used to it," Jennifer advised, "while I 
get into my own party outfit." 

   Moments later, she reappeared. Involuntarily I gasped--she was 
beautiful. Her dress was a classic evening gown--halter-collared, 
barebacked, clinging in all the right places, with a slit up the side to 
reveal her gorgeous legs--but made entirely of red kid leather. Her 
stockings were also red, and her shoes were of matching leather in a six-
inch heeled pump. 

   Jennifer clipped a gold chain leash to my collar and tugged lightly. 
"Let's go, Dani--your public awaits." 

   The party was held at Mistress Susan's home. Mistress Susan was the 
sister of Teasing Tammy (nee Tommy), and was the instigator of his 
transformation into that alluring teenager whose purpose was to gain new 
"recruits" to the growing legion of feminized submissives. Among the guests 
at this birthday party for my own imposed female persona were Tammy, Little 
Miss Mandy and "her" mother Carla, and Busty Barbie and "her" wife-
mistress, Maria. Each of the three had, I was told, prepared an 
entertainment for the celebration. 

   When everyone had arrived, the festivities began. First into the 
spotlight was Tammy. Susan had outfitted her little "sister" in a dressy 
version of her usual teen-age sexpot attire. The buxom little redhead wore 
a pink sequined mini-dress with a diagonal-cut hem: It started at knee-
length on her left side and rose to stocking-tops (revealing a hint of 
garter) on the left. Along the outside of the left leg her specially made 
pink stockings had an inscription, running from the thigh to the ankle: 
"Cockteaser." She also wore six-inch pink pumps. 

   Like me, Tammy was only a part-time submissive. Susan brought her out 
for special occasions like these or for missions to lure in prospective 
feminization victims. Also like me, Tammy's other self, Tommy, was acutely 
aware of everything he was forced to undergo when in the thrall of the 
Teasing Tammy persona--so I understood the humiliation he would feel after 
the party when Susan released him from her control. 

   Tammy's act consisted of her playing up sexually to one of the un-
feminized male submissives at he party, while singing--in a Betty Boop-ish 
voice--"I Want to Be Loved By You." Her instructions were to turn the man 
on as much as possible--both for her own humiliation as his, since he would 
be forbidden to relieve his frustration by his own mistress. 

   The act was a rousing success. The party-goers loved it--and the poor 
submissive ended up with a raging erection; but tied to a chair as he was, 
he could only long for release--in more ways than one. 

   Completing her number, Tammy curtsied and retreated to Susan's side, 
where she was immediately returned to her own bondage--silver handcuffs 
behind the back and leg restraints--and then Susan played a little trick of 
her own: Snapping her fingers, she returned Tammy to Tommy. As the 
realization of what he had just done hit him, Tommy turned bright red and 
would have run from the room had Susan not restrained him. 

   Next on the makeshift stage was Little Miss Mandy. Unlike most of the 
other feminized slaves in our circle, Mandy had not been transformed 
through hypnosis but through rigorous training by his mother Carla instead. 
She had turned down the mesmerizing route, thinking it would be more fun 
(and more embarrassing to the former Martin) if the 14-year-old boy were 
constantly aware of his increasing feminized appearance and personality. 

   Normally, Carla kept Mandy dressed in sissy-boy attire (velvet or satin 
shorts, satin skirts, big bows, etc.) rather than full female regalia, but 
tonight she had gone all out. Mandy gave the appearance of an oversized 
eight-year-old girl in a pale blue party dress with lace and ruffles all 
over it, little puffed sleeves, opaque white stockings, and white patent-
leather Mary Janes with three-inch heels. The effect was emphasized by a 
little organdy apron tied over his skirt, with a big bow showing at the 
rear. 

   Still there remained a touch of the androgynous to his appearance, since 
Carla had chosen to forego a wig for the cross-dressed boy, simply curling 
his short black hair tightly and affixing a large pale blue ribbon to the 
left side. His face was lightly touched with cosmetics, just enough to 
soften his features. Many of the other "little-girl" submissives at the 
party were clearly jealous of his femininity. 

   For her performance, Mandy sang the classic "I'm a Little Teapot," 
replete with the appropriate gestures. When completed, she curtsied, then 
(as ordered) stuck her thumb in her mouth in little-girl fashion. The 
audience ate it up. 

   Last up was Busty Barbie. Once known as Bob, he was the only adult in 
our group of fem-slaves who lived full-time as a woman. How could he do 
otherwise? His wife, Maria, perturbed by his obsession with big-breasted 
women, had used a combination of hypnosis, special drugs and breast 
implants to turn him into a heart-stopping version of what he loved most. 

   Barbie was now a lust-inducing buxom brunette, her boobs expanded to a 
38D. The hypnotic commands that created the Barbie personality had several 
interesting twists: the more often she saw herself with big breasts, the 
bigger she wanted her boobs to get (although Maria had recently "turned 
off" that command--she didn't want Barbie to get gross); Bob, when released 
from the Barbie persona, was compelled to gaze upon the vision of Barbie he 
had become--and come in his panties; finally, Bob had constant awareness of 
all that happened to Barbie--and Maria frequently ordered him to report on 
his reactions to it. He had told me it was a greatly humiliating 
experience. 

   And that was to be his "act" this evening. Barbie wiggled and jiggled 
her way into the performance area. She wore a see-through red black blouse, 
through which her large tits, carefully powdered and rouged, showed 
provocatively. Her skirt was a tight black leather mini, considerably 
hampering her ability to walk freely, especially in the six-inch heeled 
pumps she also wore. Her dark hair hung below her shoulders in a Farah-like 
wave, framing a skillfully made-up face with bee-stung red lips. 

   "I have been--requested," she began, "to describe my activities and my 
feelings as I prepared for this evening's gathering. 

   "As usual when appearing in public, I began with a long bubble-bath. As 
I stripped naked, I found my hands again straying to my breasts, tweaking 
the nipples, heaving the heavy globes together. My mind struggled to 
prevent my body from teasing myself so, but without effect. My Mistress' 
hypnotic commands are too strong. After successfully causing my cock to 
harden, I stepped into the bath. 

   "An hour later," she continued, "powdered and dried from the bath, I 
began dressing for the party. I started with my black satin panties, garter 
belt and black sheer stockings. The I stepped--struggled, really--into the 
exquisite tightness of my leather skirt. My body thrilled at the feel of it 
across my hips and thighs; my mind tried to push those feelings away, again 
without success. Finally I slipped on my six-inch pumps. 

   "Then I sat at my vanity to begin my makeup. I accented my eyes with 
long false eyelashes, and deep green shadow, and carefully touched up my 
plucked and arched eyebrows. next came a rose blush, followed by a coat of 
glistening red lipstick. I freshened my nail polish with the same red 
color. 

   "Now, came the part my body loved and my mind most detested. I could 
feel my arms and hands shake as my conscious struggled with my unconscious. 
But, as always, the unconscious won--my hands picked up the powder and 
lipstick again, accenting the white of giant boobs and the red of the 
nipples. Looking at my luscious tits in the mirror, I felt my cock begin to 
stir again. 

   "Now came the finishing touch--the blouse that would both hide and 
reveal my breasts to the world. Once it was in place, Mistress Maria 
entered my room and snapped her fingers. Barbie was gone--Bob in her place 
within my mind. I stared at the reflection in the mirror and--as it had 
every day for the past several months--my cock shot its load into my 
panties at the sight of my transformed self." 

   The entertainment complete, Mistress Jennifer announced it was time for 
my surprise. Suddenly, from behind, I felt a pair of hands thrust a ball-
gag into my mouth, tying it tightly. Next I felt the zipper on my dress 
being pulled down. Shortly, the dress fell in a bundle to my feet. Now, 
Mistress Jennifer reached behind me and undid the hooks on my bra. It, too, 
fell to the floor. 

   I stood there, half-naked in my sheer white hose and high white sandals, 
unable to move because of the way my arms were bound by the satin gloves, 
unable to protest because of the way my mouth was gagged. Jennifer smiled--
the smile I knew meant additional humiliation for me. "You look 
"MDUL"so"MDNM" Pretty, Sissy Dani." 

   Instantly. I no longer cared how I looked. I actually longed for the 
humiliation I was receiving. Such was the effect of the Sissy Dani persona 
upon me. Now, Jennifer produced a syringe from her bag. "This, Sissy Dani, 
is the same drug which produced such wonderful results in Busty Barbie." 
She stuck the needle under each of my breasts, as my eyes gaped. 

   "Oh no, Dani," she responded to my unasked question, "we're not going to 
make you as buxom as Barbie. Just enough to give you cute little boobs for 
the rest of your life. 

   "After all," Jennifer continued, "you're going to need them. From this 
point forward, the sound of snapping fingers will no longer return Daniel 
to control of your mind.' She demonstrated. Indeed, the switch in personas 
I expected did not occur. But did that mean--

   "Yes, Dani, this is the end of your double life," she went on, as I felt 
and watched my tits begin to grow. "From now on, you're Pretty Sissy Dani 
forever!" 

THE END 
