So here we have the typical male. As soon as he comes home from work – if he didn't have a couple of pints at the loacl pub on his way home – he lays down with beer, cigarettes and a porn magazine. He expects his Wife serving him as he believes to be
the so called bread winner. He starts pleasuring himself, rubbing his small dick and when his dutyful Wife wants to receive some tenderness in bed later the night She only find a beer and smoke smelling asshole that snores and cares not in the least about Her.
Those typical males are clear evidence that evolution sometimes can end up in a cul-de-sac.
But even such typical macho males can be changed to the better and there is one solution that works. Make him a sissy, feminize him as much as you like and stop acting him in the way he has been brought up.
Tom was such a male and his Wife was truly fed up with him for not helping in the house and treating Her like a servant.
Some people might call it mean to mix some laxative in his beer or pulling little dog hairs in his cigarettes with the help of a sewing needle but in the end it did the trick. In the end She even convinced him to giving up alcohol and tobacco after he always felt sick after drinking and smoking.
Now the way was free for step 2
Making him wear frillies underneath
It was almost too simple to trick him into panties. With his three pairs of boxer shorts – men can be such filthy creatures changing their underwear only twice a week – it took not long after She blocked the washing machine pretending it would be out of order that he run out of clean underwear. She could rest assured that he would not make any efforts to repair the machine as She had asked him for.
Of course, the usual complains such as „men don't wear panties“, „that's Women's stuff“ or „what will my workmates say“ fell on deaf ears and after a short argument, for what She was prepared, he eventually dressed in a pair of Her panties and since the weather was cold and he had no clean socks either, he ended up in a pair of tights as well.
Would he admit that he felt excited by the unusual underwear he was forced to wear to work and that the secret under his business suit made his little dick getting stiff again and again? Of course he would not admit this fact, but his protest the next day was remarkable weaker. He even found it quite funny when his Wife took some pictures of him showing his feminine undies.
It took him nearly two weeks till he asked when he would get back his male underwear but it was too late. He had not really a choice when She said that either he would wear the frills or the pictures She had taken would be mailed out to everyone he knows including his boss. He knew he had lost the game and once having him at this point, She even added a bra to his daily underwear and moved off to the step 3.
Making him to destroy his male underwear After having him in frillies at all times She tought it might be essential that his old male underwear would not only be thrown away or given to the charity but it tearing them apart by his own hands would be a symbolic act that would be fixed in his mind for good. How right She was. She had him dressed in nothing but female clothing and gave him a pair of scissors. Again he complained but the pictures of him wearing the most feminine of underwear eventually convinced him doing what he was told. He was well aware what he was doing and that his life would be sealed in one way or the other. Yet he could not tell what his Wife was up to but there was no doubt that She had not finished with turning him into a sissy. A few tears ran down his cheeks because he had to admit to himself that he was enjoying the way his Wife had changed and started dominating him.
Now, that he started to get used to say „my bra“, „my panties“, „my tights“ or „my stockings“ it was time to learn a new term - „my corset“ and step 4 was due.
Chastity
She was well aware that he got excited by feeling the silky fabric of the female underwear on his skin and more than once, when She had laced him into his corset She had noticed that his small clitty turned stiff. So far She didn't say anything about it but when She noticed some cum stain in one of his panties She was sure the time was high to get him fitted for a chastity belt.
Of course, still he was wearing male outerwear when leaving the house, but but for the trip to the manufacturer She made sure he was dressed in the finest lingerie with his skin smoothly shaven.
For long he had stopped complaining as always when he did so She only needed to mention the pictures to make him shut up.
What a shame when he had to undress in front of the chastity belt maker showing off his underwear that marked him as a sissy that is completely under the thumb of his Wife. It was so humiliating when he got measured and felt being touched by the hands of a man down there. Alas, even though he felt embarrassed his little dick was telling something different and he winced when his Wife took a ruler and beat it limb right in front of the belt maker.
After a few weeks wait the belt was delivered eventually – so shiny, such an artistic make and yet so cruel and unforgiving. She wasted no time and locked the belt onto Her husband. If there were still any doubts left She knew now that he was all Her's and so he knew and wondered what else would happen to him when She'd move to step 5.
Female outer clothing
It was a humiliating shopping trip for him. She did not hide the fact that all the blouses and Ladies slacks were for him from the sales assistants.
He already wore lingerie and a chastity belt at all times and he was tightly laced into his merciless corset. He didn't have a beer for ages and She made sure that he was watching his diet carefully. It was just a matter of time that his old male clothes did not fit any longer and so it was just subsequent that his new clothes were to be all female. She would have liked to skip this step but somehow She felt that he wasn't ready for appearing in public wearing nothing but skirts and dresses. She had picked out blouses and all the slacks were zipped up at the side and a few of them in the rear. Not a single item She bought for him that day did leave a doubt that it wasn't made for a man and the colours She choose were distinctively female. Of course he had to model any garment right in the shop and he again She made sure that anyone in the shop would become aware that there was a sissy male being dressed in female clothes by his domineering Wife. When they left the last store, the laughter of the group of teenaged girls were still resounding in his mind. It was the first time he had heard someone calling him a sissy, a faggot and a queer. It was humiliating and probably the worst encounter he had to experience so far but the tightness of his chastity belt was clear evidence that the girls had been right, he was a sissy, a faggot and a queer and there was nothing he could against his Wife pushing him further and further on the path to irreversible sissyhood.
Of course She had not given him permission to change back into his men's oter clothes but made him leave the shop wearing the last outfit She had made him try on. It was a pair of black back zippered slack together with a frilly white blouse that buttoned up the back with more than a dozen of tiny pearl buttons. He wore black Ladies boots with a tiny two inch heel. As the weather was quite cold outside She had picked a short white down jacket with a line of fur at the collar and the cuffs. Outside the shop She had a long look at him. Yes, She was right that it was time for step 6.
Make-up
Nearly everyone in the street became aware of the feminine dressed that man with a facial expression of despair, fear and excitement that was trotting behind that Woman who reminded him to not to walk like a farmers daughter again and again. His mind semed to be mile away but he noticed every giggle, the stares and heads being shaken in disbelief.
She headed straight to the next make-up counter. The girl behind it was hardly twenty years old and as soon as She discovered the strange couple a sneer appeared at Her face. His Wife did not spare him the shame of trying the samples of lipstick, make-up and creams on him right in front of the girl and all the female customers in the shop. They spent a fortune on fragrances and nail varnish and everything She would need to make him up like the sissy pantywaist She had turned him into.
Being back home She started to apply the cosmetics on him and after about half an hour he looked fantastic as She said. If there wouldn't have been his short hair he nearly had could been mistaken for a woman. Watching himself in the mirror and contemplating his fate he plead his Wife for a wig to make his transformation complete but She rejected straight forward. Only when he would have learned to apply his make-up as artificial as possible he would earn the right of a wig to hide his sissified state.
For the time being She would use shame and humiliation to ensure his compliance. She enjoyed when strangers called him a fag and a sissy and that's what's in store for him in step 7.
Sissified in public
Only when he was laying in the bed, chastizes and tightly corsetted he relized that he had nothing but female clothing to wear for the next day at work. Slacks and blouses and no item could be called less feminine or even unisex. He cried himself asleep and more than once he considered to call in sick just to prolong the point of no return.
Next morning She picked out a pair of white slacks that zipped up the back a pink blouse and white penny loafers. She applied a double coat of lipstick to him, some rouge and of course mascara to emphasize his eye lashes. He tried to object, appearing at work looking like the sissy he was now would make the pictures She owned no longer being a threat. He considered to object but it was too late, he was hooked already. She, on the other hand knew that She would loose Her tool of power but still there was the chastity belt to which She held the only key. She knew that was an even more powerful tool than the pictures.
At work he was definitely the object of gossip and tease that day. The men were looking at him in disgust and the Women sneered and complimented him on his lovely dress sense.
By luchtime his boss called him in his office and since he would not have been able to return to normal straight away he was given the sack by the end of the day.
The way home was like running the gauntlet again and telling his Wife the news was another shock. She wasn't impressed at all and told him that his income was no longer needed. Short before She had started his transformation She had won 5 millions in the lottery. Now, being awefully rich and having him at home at all times She could head for step 8.
Full time skirted
The day She did send him out for shopping as a sissy male wearing a skirt and make-up but no wig he nearly had a break down. He did not want to be sneered at any longer and since he wouldn't be able to return to the life of a male he went to a store that sells wigs and bought himself a shoulder length brown wig with a slight wavy curl. He did not look like a beautiful woman when he looked at himself in the mirror but he did not look like a sissy on the first sight either.
To show his Wife how serious he was he went to a jewellers store to get his ears pierced.
When he returned home his Wife was slightly amazed at first but soon She decided to take advantage of his changed mind.
Together with the chastity belt She had ordered a pair of thigh bands which She actually wanted to use later on him. The fact that he obviously had accepted his transformtion made Her having second thoughts. It was more than a slight shiver that was running down his spine when She locked the bands to his thighs and connected them with the chastity belt. Additionally the bands were linked to each other so he would not be able to wear any kind of trousers or slacks as long as his thighs were chained together and yes, She would make sure that they would remain that waynearly all the time. Soon after his wardrobe seemed to burst with dozens of skirts and dresses and all his female slacks were given to the charity. Amongst all the dresses he got were quite a number of such suitable for a maid – a well considered preparation for step number 9.
Making him a useful maid
It did not take much consideration since She new right from the start what his final goal would be like. Having him feminized and sissified, his tiny wee wee locked away for good there was definitely no use for him as a husband. To be honest She found it quite hard to look upon him as a male at all. Just as he had been told in shops or out in the streets he was a sissy pantywaist, a fairy and so there was no other use else for than that as a housemaid.
Since he did spend his days home for quite a while already She had started to teach him how to cook , clean and waiting on Her hand and foot. The dress only manifested his new state in Her house and since She did not want to hide Her new maid She started inviting friends over for dinners or parties. Of course amongst Her guests were quite a number of men and Women who knew him from the time he was still known as a male. Only a few of them rejected the invitation after becoming aware that the maid in the house has been once their collegue or mate.
The worst moment for him was when his brother and mother have been over. Of course She had prepared them about what they'd to expect and of course She did not tell them that he has been feminized by Her force.The day his family was over She did not treat him like a servant too much. She did not push him around and the punishments were saved up for the time they would have left again. Neither his mother nor his brother could understand why he suddenly had decided to live as a woman but learned to accept it in the end.
However, the visit of them was not just for fun but again it was mainly to prpare the next and last step.
Changing his body for good
It's the body that completes the sissy and She wanted him a complete pantywaist with no chance to return to his former filthy life. As soon as his family knew he would change She made him start hormone treatment and after about a year he was ready for surgery to get implants. She liked to tease him with his DD-cups which were far more prominent as he actually would have liked. She really liked tormenting his sensitive nipples and soon he had them pierced so She was able to chain his firm breasts to any place She liked.
While his breasts were now fully female his little dick was to remain attached to his crotch. It was left there to remind him at all times that he was not a woman at all but nothing but a pathetic sissy. The hormones, however had made his testicles shrink to nothing and of course he was no longer able to get hard. Nevertheless the chastity belt remained locked on as a constant reminder whom he was belonging to.
He was now a feminized maid and his former Wife was his Owner. He had coped with his fate and somehow even learned to like it. Little did he know that his Wife hadn't finished yet with him. She enjoyed humiliating him and so She was looking for something new to increase his shame and yes, She eventually found it. She know what his utter humiliation would be – She wanted him to serve men, filthy macho men just like he once has been one. She knew they would use him and call him names. He would feel like a pathetic faggot, a cumslut, a whore and so She started dildo training him so he would learn to suck and receive every man who would be willing to pay a small fee for Her sissy slut that once has been Her husband.
He was sure he would never get used to that but he knew as well that step number 10 was not the end but rather the beginning.
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underwear would not only be thrown away or given to the charity but it tearing them apart by his own hands would be a symbolic act that would be fixed in his mind for good. How right She was. She had him dressed in nothing but female clothing and gave him a pair of scissors. Again he complained but the pictures of him wearing the most feminine of underwear eventually convinced him doing what he was told. He was well aware what he was doing and that his life would be sealed in one way or the other. Yet he could not tell what his Wife was up to but there was no doubt that She had not finished with turning him into a sissy. A few tears ran down his cheeks because he had to admit to himself that he was enjoying the way his Wife had changed and started dominating him.
When they left the last store, the laughter of the group of teenaged girls were still resounding in his mind. It was the first time he had heard someone calling him a sissy, a faggot and a queer. It was humiliating and probably the worst encounter he had to experience so far but the tightness of his chastity belt was clear evidence that the girls had been right, he was a sissy, a faggot and a queer and there was nothing he could against his Wife pushing him further and further on the path to irreversible sissyhood.
Only when he was laying in the bed, chastizes and tightly corsetted he relized that he had nothing but female clothing to wear for the next day at work. Slacks and blouses and no item could be called less feminine or even unisex. He cried himself asleep and more than once he considered to call in sick just to prolong the point of no return.
