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SISSY SISTERS' SCHOOLING SPECIALISTS!

By Throne

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***

All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real.  The acts in the following written work are only consensual  sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.

Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities. 

SISSY SISTERS' SCHOOLING -- SPECIALISTS

by Throne

The facility was a series of low buildings, all joined together, set in a level area of the rolling countryside.  A late model car rolled onto the parking lot and took a spot near the front entrance.  Two attractive young women got out to go inside.  Once they were there they went to the front desk.

"Hello," said a well groomed fellow in a white shirt and navy slacks.  "I'm Larry.  How may I help you?"

"We left our husbands here two weeks ago," said Min.  "We were supposed to check in on them last week but we've been kind of busy."

"I understand.  Not to worry.  We take good care of our guests.  What are their names?"

Toni told him, "Their male names are Bradley and Chester."

He hit a few keys on his computer and used the mouse to find what he wanted.  "Here we are.  Bradley is now Brandy.  And Chester is Crystal."

"That's our sissies," Min agreed.  "We were so concerned when we found out they like to dress up all girly."  

"But then we found this place," Toni said with a smile.  "Once we got them here it was such a weight off our minds that we could help them fulfill their secret desires."

"That's the way it works."  Larry checked the screen again.  "And you wisely signed them up for our No Limits treatment program.  Smart decision, ladies.  It's intensive but effective."

Min put a caring look on her face.  "Are they all right?"

"We worry about them," added Toni, sweetening her tone with sincerity.

"No problems.  They've responded well so far.  At first they were concerned about the cost.  But we reminded them that after the papers you had them sign on their arrival, that wouldn't be a problem.  They were excited when they heard all of their assets -- "  He eyed the screen.  "OH MY.  -- their considerable assets were now exclusively in your names."

"Yes," Min said.  "We didn't want to have them stressing over money.  Ever again."

"And if they don't have any," Toni put in brightly, "there's nothing for them to be anxious about."

"Like I said, the news made them... excited.  Would you like to visit with them now?"

"We would," Min confirmed.  "But if possible, we'd like a quick tour around the place first."

"I can arrange that.  It will take a few minutes.  Would you like some coffee while you wait?"

"No thanks.  We stopped on our way here at a charming restaurant called the Country Squire."

"Terrific place," Larry enthused.  "A bit rich for my budget but I treat myself occasionally."

"The cost is no longer a consideration for us.  Not any more."

"I understand.  Let me get someone to take your around and show you how everything works.

He put the phone to his ear and hit a preset number.  After speaking briefly he assured the women there would be only a slight delay.

They sat in a pair of comfortable chairs.  Min said, "I can't wait to see how they're getting along.  They must be so happy that we're helping them get to know their feminine sides."

"Honestly.  It would be nice to have them at home, but it's worth our sacrifice to know that they're getting the best possible guidance into their new identities."

A few minutes later another attractive man appeared, this one was older than Larry but dressed the same way.  He introduced himself as Roger and welcomed the women.  Then he offered to begin their mini-tour.

Roger mentioned, "I'd like to show you some of the programs your husbands have been participating in."

"You mean our sissies," Min gently corrected. 

"Definitely.  I'm glad you've committed yourselves to supporting them.

"Absolutely," Toni responded.  "We want nothing but the best for them.  The two of us won't be happy until Brandy and Crystal have become total pansies, with no chance of backsliding and seeing themselves as men again."  She smiled slyly.  "Because that's what they privately wanted all along."

"After you've seen some of the motivation training and encouragement we've given them, even if it's occasionally a little rough, I know you'll agree that once we're done, they won't EVER see themselves as males.  Naturally, the drug regimen we've put them on is a big help too."  He gestured for them to follow and they went deeper into the facility. 

"We didn't get a lot of information on those drugs before," Min pointed out.  "What do you use, exactly?"

"The types and doses are customized for each person, but basically it's mood drugs to keep them relaxed, sexual performance enhancers so they'll be able to work out any issues about interacting physically, and some new formulations that make it easier for them to remember what they learn."

"That last type sounds interesting," Toni offered.  "How do they work?"

"It's simple," Roger said.  "They open the mind to imprinting so that, when the subject undergoes a specific experience, and it is combined with pleasurable sensations, the stimulus becomes hardwired into his brain.  In effect, the desire to repeat it becomes part of his personality.  With repetition it even becomes longed for.  Some people have said we can get our subjects addicted to whatever we please.  Technically that's true, but we like to use less pejorative words." 

"Fascinating," Toni said.  She gave Min a wink. 

"Here's our dress therapy room.  New arrivals spend time here immediately.  We need to build pleasant associations with lingerie, nighties, perfumes, cosmetics, and so on.  Let's have a look."

They passed through another door into a room whose walls were painted a soothing shade of pink.  There were couches and chairs, tables, and several wardrobes along the back wall.  A slender man was standing by one of the latter pieces of furniture.  He was naked and there was no hair anywhere on his body.  The women knew that their husbands had also had been made smooth all over.  What Bradley and Chester didn't know, at least not yet, was that their hairless state was permanent.  There was a therapist attired in the now familiar white shirt and navy pants.  He put his hand on a bare shoulder and his subject flinched.  The visitors and their guide got close enough to hear what was being said.

"Now Kitten," the fully dressed man soothed, "it will help if you pick what to wear by yourself."

"But I want my boy clothes, Jack," Kitten protested weakly.

"We both know that even if you think that's what you want, it really isn't."  He rubbed the back of Kitten's neck.  "Why don't you select something and we can discuss your choice."

The nude figure reached uncertainly for the contents of the wardrobe.  He fingered through several items and took down one of the hangers, on which was a heavy robe.

"That's interesting," Jack observed.  "Your wife told me that when you secretly played dress-up at home, you preferred much sexier and revealing things.  Why don't you make a different selection?  Something that's honestly to your taste.  Just relax.  The pill you took should be starting to calm your nerves any second now."

Kitten took a deep breath.  His narrow shoulders drooped slightly.  He was visibly untensing.  This time he took a long flowing nightgown, pale yellow and teasingly almost transparent.  Jack coaxed him to hold it up against his uncovered chest.  Then the therapist lightly brushed his fingers over it, bringing the filmy material into tingling contact with Kitten's skin.  The employee did it again, this time concentrating on stimulating Kitten's nipples.  The patient gasped and his hips twitched.  His penis began to rise.

Roger whispered, "Kitten has the imprinting drugs in his system.  They're still new to him but they begin to work right away.  Later the effect becomes self-perpetuating, with a snowball effect.  It takes on a life of its own and the conditioning accelerates more and more."

The naked man began to move the gown against his chest himself.  He sighed and used his other hand to draw it across his fully erect penis.  Jack put a reassuring arm around his shoulders and whispered something to him.

Roger explained, "At the same time Kitten is learning to appreciate the feel of feminine clothes, she's also losing her aversion to being touched by men.  Soon both of those will register as pleasure in her mind.  She might still not want to dress up in front of others.  She was very private about her 'hobby' before she got discovered.  And she definitely didn't seek male attention.  But it's common for us to make them want it, even need it, while leaving them still upset by it."

"So," Min said with interest, "our husbands could end up hooked on looking and acting like extreme sissies, along with wanting to attract guys, even though a part of them hates going that far."

"Exactly.  I've looked at your initial interviews about what you wanted for them, and saw that you'd like them to end up that way.  Just so they don't go too far into enjoying it.  It's thoughtful of you to want those safeguards."

"Yes," said Toni.  "It will be difficult for us to see them obsessed with flouncing around and getting hot for guys, at the same time that they don't like it.  Poor babies.  But it's for their own good."

Roger gave them a conspiratorial look.  "I believe I know how you feel, ladies."

Meanwhile, Kitten was slipping into the lightweight garment, running his hands all over himself, purring and licking his lips. He even accidently-on-purpose bumped Jack several times with his hip. 

"If I remember correctly," Roger stated, "Kitten is here by orders from her Aunt, who wants her thoroughly submerged in the sissy mindset.  We'll work to eliminate any of that rejection I brought up.  This girl will go off the deep end and be irreversibly feminized, eager for all the sex with men she can get."  He let that sink in.  Then he told them, "Oh, and you'll get used to us switching around between male and female pronouns, along with sometimes referring to our charges as girls or just using some terms that might seem derogatory.  It's part of what we do.  Talking down to them can instill guilt over what we turn them into.  I can tell you more about that as we go on."

They moved on to a side room where another sissy-in-training was sitting on the edge of a bed.  She had on only a belly shirt and stockings.  Her top had cut-outs to expose her nipples.  With her was a tall, dark and handsome therapist in gym shorts and a tank top.  He sat alongside the feminized male and tickled his ear.

"Are you going to tell me you don't like being touched?"

"It's just... I was never attracted to... men."

"But since your wife sent you here we've awakened certain repressed desires.  Haven't we?"

"I mean... I still don't think..."

"What's that between your legs, Little One?  Hmmm?  It looks just like a hard-on."

"It is.  But I didn't want it to happen.  Something is making me... horny."

"Again, there are cravings you haven't acknowledged."  His other hand went to the sissy's thigh and settled just above the stocking top.  "Would you like me to touch it?"

"I'm not...  I've never..."

"I won't unless you ask me to.  It must be very frustrating to be so excited and not get any relief.  We could start with just some light manipulation.  A few squeezes.  Half a minute of stroking.  Imagine what that would be like, with my big hand on your rather undersized dick.  You can say no.  But I think you want to tell me yes."

The sissy bit his lips, visibly struggling not to give in.  Then the therapist brought his hand up to barely touch one nipple with just the tip of a finger.  His charge half-closed his eyes and mewled with need.  The other nipple got the same attention.  The sissy arched his back, thrusting his chest forward as if to beg for more.  The therapist put his finger in sissy's mouth, got it wet, and applied it to each of those receptive spots in turn.

He said, "I guess I'll just go away, Little One.  Leave you here alone with your straining stiffy, while your balls start to ache.  Is that what you want?  Or would you prefer for me to hold it in my hand.  My firm controlling hand.  Only for as long as you let me, of course."

With a whimper the sissy surrendered.  "Yes.  Please.  Hold my... dick.  Not for too long, though."

"Of course, sweetie.  I would never do anything you didn't want me to.  But you can ask for whatever comes into your mind and I'll do my best to accommodate you."

As the bigger man enclosed that smell penis in his  hand the sissy's body language changed.  She bowed her head, leaned against him, and appeared very dependent.  She even rubbed the side of her face against his muscular arm. 

As the visitors and their guide got up to leave, Min said, "That was impressive."

"Yes," Roger agreed.  "And she's only been here for three days.  It's one of our rush cases.  There are some legal papers involved and the wife is eager to get them signed by her hubby.  She feels he'll be much happier if they have an uncontested divorce, there's a settlement that favors her to the max, and she keeps him around as her maid, and then the stud she's been sleeping with moves in."

"But won't the sissy be lusting after his Ex's lover?"

"He will.  Uncontrollably.  But that's okay.  The guy is Bi and has a kink for submissive pansies."

"Talk about a story with a happy ending."

"Now," Roger decided with a glance at his watch, "your husbands should be about to start a session with two of our specialists."

"Will us being there interfere with what's going on?"

"No.  You probably noticed how the guys we already observed weren't distracted.  They tend to get into a zone and have very narrow peripheral awareness.  Of course, if you want to make your spouses aware that you're present, just address them directly."

"If they're going through some sissy conditioning, won't that disturb them?"

He said, "Disturb.  Humiliate.  Emotionally rend.  But if you don't mind, we're fine with it."

The women exchanged devilish looks.  Min wanted to know, "Is there anything else we should keep in mind?"

"I'll mention one option.   As you know, sometimes we have to discipline our sissy subjects.  And there's always the possibility that they'll discover in themselves a kink that makes them get aroused from punishments.  When that's not the case, there's still the alternative of creating a fiction in which they have that reaction."

Min considered that and said, "Kind of like telling them you know they're secretly enjoying it."

"Yes."

Toni added, "And then you can say that them telling you they don't want it is just part of their fantasy."

"You are very perceptive," congratulated Roger. 

"That's terrific," Min observed.  "You can disregard all their protests because, in the version of everything you're using, they're only pretending to not like it."

"Bingo.  You can give them a wink and tell them you're catering to their perverted needs."  He pointed to a door.  "But right now I want you to take a look at how your husbands are progressing with our specialists."

Inside the room there was a viewing area, with comfortable seats.  The wives and their guide sat down and a sissy wearing nothing but a tiny apron appeared.  In a wispy voice she asked if they would like something to drink.  The wives selected white wine and their host chose seltzer.  There was a large dais opposite them on which the husbands stood.  They were attired like little girls, in short dresses with capped shoulders but no sleeves, puffy skirts but no panties.  Their hairless lower legs were in knee socks with horizontal rainbow stripes and their feet had on Mary Janes.  Their hair was long enough that someone had been able to comb it forward over their foreheads and give them each a row of spit curls.  Behind the husbands were two tall shirtless men in boxer shorts.  As if at a silent signal, each man took his sissy by the shoulders and turned him toward the other.

"Now let's see a kiss," the first coach said.

"But I don't wanna, Alex," Bradley responded.

"Come on, Brandy," he coaxed.  "You know that once you get started, you can't stop."

"And you, Crystal," the second coach suggested to his charge.  "Can you get your sissy sister started?"

"Do I hafta, Dan?" Chester answered in a petulant voice.

"Would you rather be kissed by us big rough boys?"

The sissies peeked at each other, appearing frightened by that possibility.  They leaned in and pressed their lips together for just a moment.  As their mouths separated a change came over them.  They shuddered.  Brandy licked her lips.  Crystal rubbed her hands together.  Tentatively, Brandy instigated another kiss.  Crystal took his head in her hands and returned it with added force.  They backed off enough that their mouths parted but their tongues were extended and could be seen slithering over each other.

Alex advised them, "You're allowed to touch each other."

Dan offered, "And put your hands anyplace you like."

All at once the sissies were grabbing and groping, pawing each others' arms and chests.  Their hips jerked involuntarily.  The kissing became wildly passionate.  They sank to their knees and licked ears, nibbled necks.  Their wives were delighted by the display of runaway lust.  The guys were unbuttoning the fronts of each others' dresses when Alex and Dan caught them under the arms and gingerly lifted them to their feet.

"Girls," Alex chided.  "You're turning into total sluts."

"You don't want to earn bad reputations," Dan quipped. 

The sissies stood there looking shaken but still eyeing each other hungrily.  Their fingers twitched with the need to do more touching. 

"How about this?" Alex mused.  "Dan and I will make this a sort of test of self control."

Dan detailed, "We'll do something to keep your excited and then you can show us how well you resist temptation."

Alex went to a small cabinet against the back wall and took two approximately pear-shaped objects with wide bases, along with a plastic pump bottle of something.  They were butt plugs, which the specialists -- anal stimulation and psychology manipulation being their areas of expertise -- rapidly lubed.  Then they told the sissies to bend forward and flip their skirts up in back.  The husbands became uncertain but their resolve wavered almost at once.  They did as told and the wives saw that their bottoms had recently been spanked.  Alex and Dan inserted the stoppers in their bungs, treating themselves to more touching than required, and even some outright fondling.  The sissies wriggled their bottoms and moaned.  Returning to the cabinet, Alex produced two remote controls, one of which he gave to Dan. 

"All right, girly girls.  Let's see you just-say-no when we buzz your butts."

"Here it comes, honeybuns." 

The men activated their controllers and both sissies gasped.  They danced around in slow motion, writhing and reaching for each other but not connecting.

"Don't give in."

"You don't want to act all trampy with each other."

"Try not to think about how wonderful it would be to have your friend diddle your nipples."

"Or what it would be like if she played with your dick."

Both sissies were quivering with need.  The vibrating butt plugs kept them stepping around in a sort of weird mating ritual.  The specialists used the remotes to speed them up and then let them slow down, but they never stopped the action altogether.  Before long the husbands grabbed each other.  Brandy frantically pulled open the front of Crystal's dress.  Crystal desperately reached under Brandy's skirt to grasp his dick.  Brandy fastened his mouth over Crystal's nipple.  Crystal massaged Brandy's balls.   Their vertical foreplay went on and on.  At the same time, Dan and Alex kept up a running series of comments.  They used a sort of good-cop/bad-cop approach.  Dan encouraged them to let themselves go just a bit, saying it would let off some pressure and keep them from taking any big steps into even more extreme behavior.  Alex countered with messages sure to provoke guilt.  As it went on, Roger described how their minds were being imprinted with that conflict, to want to enjoy each others' bodies, to do it, but to feel gnawing guilt the whole time.  They moaned with pleasure and remorse simultaneously.

Min and Toni put their hands over their mouths to keep from laughing with glee.  Their husbands were being put into an impossible position.  They would never be able to stop wanting each other, yet feel terrible every time they did anything about it.  To the females it was a perversely win-win situation.  The butt-buzzers were now left on their lowest setting, being barely needed anymore. 

Dan and Alex kept speaking, like a cartoon angel and devil perched on someone's shoulders, trying to direct them one way or the other.  They continued their mixed messages.

Sympathetically, Dan advised, "You really need some physical release if you're ever going to learn to regulate yourselves."

"But going any further would be so shameful, as if you were a couple of flouncy, sex-crazed fairies."

The specialists didn't relent.  They were well practiced at this technique.  As if no on was watching them, Bradley raised the front of his skirt and Chester took hold of his rigid little dick. 

"Oh, Brandy, I have to have you in my mouth," Chester gushed.

"It's so wrong, Crystal, but... but... I want it too," Bradley panted.

They kissed passionately.  Seconds later Chester was on his knees taking the other husband between his lips.  As the wives watched, goggle-eyed, the unexpected turn of events progressed.  Bradley got down on hands and knees to return the favor to Chester. 

Roger marveled to the wives, "This is happening well ahead of schedule.  Your sissies are going to be so hooked on each other, no matter how forbidden and shameful they see it as being."

The husbands go onto their sides in the classic 69 position, sucking furiously.  Dan got them to slow down so Alex could have more time to instill deep feelings of remorse.  The wives licked their lips in anticipation of the inevitable conclusion to all this fruity fellatio.   In a state of overexcitement, the sissies shot their loads before they were ready, filling each others' mouths.  They glugged down the cream, but there was still a sticky mess left behind.  That was when the specialists got them turned face-to-face and told them to kiss.  By that point the husbands were incapable of exerting any self-control, so they locked lips and then tangled tongues.  When told to, they even had to mix their saliva with the remaining spunk and pass it back and forth in slime-balls, a bargain basement version of snowballs.  When it was over they clung to each other.  Dan soothed them as Alex delivered gentle scolding. 

"You did your best to resist," Dan said.  "At least you obviously enjoyed it."

"What a couple of sissy sluts," Alex sighed.  "But I suppose that's just who you are.  Now you'll have to live with knowing how low you sank." 

Roger smiled at the wives.  He told them, "This session is pretty much over.  Ready to go?  We still have some details to cover."

"Would it be all right to talk to them?" Min wanted to know.

"Let them find out that we saw their whole performance?" Toni added.

"You know," Roger considered, "that could fit right in with their conditioning.  Just maintain the tone that Dan and Alex established."

They went over to where the sissy husbands were hugging each other, wearing the expressions of disgraced schoolboys.  The wives smiled down at their spouses, who promptly separated and tried not to appear as mortified as they felt. 

"It's not..." Bradley said in his girly voice.  "We're just trying to..."

"I know it looks bad," Chester began, sounding equally unmanly, before words failed him.  "We only..." he finished lamely. 

"We understand," Min assured them.  "You're getting in touch with your inner selves, like you wanted to."

"Right," Toni agreed.  "Though what you're finding is..."  She shuddered visibly.

The guys began to sniffled and sob.  Their mates gave them some false reassurances, cast more doubt on their morality, patted the tops of their heads, and left with Roger.

Once they were in a private consultation room, Roger motioned them to comfortable seats.  He hit a buzzer and another slender young man in a maid's outfit, complete with fishnet stockings, appeared.  Roger asked the wives if they would like coffee.

When they agreed he said, "Three coffees, Franny."

The maid piped, "Yes, Sir," and executed a deep curtsey.  His smooth cheeks pinked prettily.

After Franny left, Roger explained, "That one was completely straight before we got him.  No interest in crossdressing.  In fact, he was quite the ladies man.  He caught the eye of a rich older woman who arranged for him to get into an impossible amount of debt to some nasty criminal types.  He thinks he's here hiding out.  It's been two months and he hasn't worn male clothes or taken a leak standing up for the entire time.  Soon we'll send him to that woman's mansion, where he'll take up a full time position as her personal maid... and pussy slave."

"Wow," Min enthused.  "You'd never know he had no natural sissy inclinations."

"Really," seconded Toni.  "And he won't be able to revert back after he leaves here?"

"Not a chance," Roger promised.  "Though he will be able to recall his old life fully and realize how much he doesn't want to be feminized.  Poor Franny.  But I hear her coming with our coffee, so hush-hush."

The cute maid reappeared, carrying a tray with the beverages, cream and sweeteners, along with some small cakes.  He set it down on a low table and the women noticed that he had modest breasts peeking out from his bodice.  Roger called him near and stroked his thigh above the stocking top, gave his bottom a playful smack, and sent him on his way. 

Roger called after him, "I'll see you later, Franny, for one of our regular sessions."  After the maid was gone, he pointed out, "His new owner has a full staff and will make him available to all of them, male and female.  So I'm helping Franny acquire some new skills, along with transferring the center of his sexual personality from his genitals to his mouth... and throat."

"Oh my."

"But now let me tell you about a few more options you can select for your husbands.  There's quite a list of them that you can access on our private website, but let me describe three that have become available only recently."

"I'm listening."  Min smiled in anticipation.

"First we've found a way to stimulate the salivary glands.  That makes a sissy always have spit in his mouth and can even be done so much that he'll be close to drooling.  It affects his speech, as he's always sucking up his own fluids.  And some people find it extra exciting if he's giving them oral sex.  I can attest to that."

Toni insisted, "I want that for my husband."

"We ask that you wait at least 48 hours before making a decision.  Company policy.  But let me mark it down as a strong possibility," he offered, touching the screen of his electronic tablet.  "The second one is a penis reduction.  I know your guys aren't that well hung to begin with, but some women like to see their men with almost nothing between their legs.  And it reduces the testicles as well." 

Min told him, "I wish there wasn't any waiting period."

He nodded his understanding.  "And the third can be combined with the penis shrinking or just applied by itself.  It's a treatment to induce impotence.  We can even regulate the results, from letting them have soft erections, all the way to making them totally limp no matter what."

"Can they still get horny?" Toni wanted to find out.

"Definitely.  If you touch them or make them stimulate themselves, they can be driven half crazy with need.  And for a slight extra cost, we can make it impossible for them to ejaculate... ever."

"Holy crap," Min whispered, awestruck.  "I could give Bradley -- I mean Brandy --  a tiny limp dick that isn't able to squirt?  And titillate him all the time?  So that he's panting for an orgasm he'll never reach?  OMG."

"It sounds good," Toni told her, "but don't forget that after we take them out of here, they'll want to be all over each other, every chance they get.  And we'll want to see them choking down lots of white-sauce.  So we definitely should take some time to make a decision.  And there are all the other fun things they can do to them, for us to check on their homepage."

"Whew."  Min used her hand to fan the air in front of her face.  "So many choices.  We'll have fun picking and choosing."

"One from Column A and one from Column B," Toni said with a smirk. 

"Meanwhile," Roger reminded them, we'll be working on your sweeties around the clock.  Maybe even give you some surprises."

"Sounds delightful."

"Do whatever you want to the perfumed darlings.  And especially get them totally obsessed with being in a filthy dirty relationship, with maximum guilt."

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(This is not a continuation of my original SISSY SISTERS' SCHOOLING.  It's more of a spin-off.  I wrote it in response to the requests of a an enthused but politely patient reader.)