Auntie Devilla (Devilla Roche and ChrisGabriel)

"Yeah... How long will this go on before I am released into the normal school, if any?"

I was starting to realize that this school... well, it was not just a private school for girls, more like a private school... and having classes like this, well, I had thoughts, but it was not my second or even third, but somewhere along when my surprised - and really, not that surprised - muddled brain caught up.

"And what kind of certificate of education would I get out of it? I need my high-school diploma, as I want to go to get some higher learning..."

I was not telling her that at first I was almost asking about deeper studies, and things like math... After all, If I could absolve this year, then I will have options for finishing schools and universities with live in college...

Really, even if I was a girl, or wanted to become one, I am sure I could not take these classes only and still find a good job in life. But hey! I could take it all as a kind of theatrical pre-school.

Visibly irritated by Chrissy's remarks she gives the sissy girl quite an annoyed look...

Successively makes her voice louder and louder...
"Normal school?? Normal school?? You wish to go to a normal school???"

Then ~SLAMS~ her hand on her desk...

With gritted teeth...
"This is your normal school. There will be no higher learning nor will there be a high school diploma. There will be what we say will be. And don't answer me or any teach with the word 'yeah' it is unbecoming of a young lady, even a pretty bimbo, which is what you will become. It looks like you need another hormone shot."

On her phone....
"Nurse Brady, Chrissy needs another hormone shot. To Room 3 please."

A moment later...



Nurse Brady has the shot at the ready....she pulls Chrissy out of her desk chair...
"C'mon young lady, to your feet."

Bends Chrissy over and slams her onto the desk....she waists no time and the needle goes right into her derriere, Nurse Brady pushes on the plunger and what is done is done....

This time Ms. Bircher explains...
"One more shot and its all permanent. You'd better think before you speak in a certain way and in a certain tone my dear."

What our fair maiden Chrissy doesn't realize is that it is permanent already, and that this shot will now slowly transform Chrissy's body...her hips will get wider, her waist smaller, her derriere softer, rounder, and bigger...so now she has Double D's growing and now some major female enhancements...Christopher is now on the fast track to becoming a sissy girl...

Ms. Bircher makes another phone call....this time to Aunt Devilla...
"Yes, it is time to pick her up and bring her home."



Five minutes later, Aunt Devilla shows up to Room 3...
"Hello darling."

And goes to hug her nephew / future sissy niece...
"Darling, is my baby ready to come home?"

Ms. Bircher smiles and says...
"Oh she was so wonderful to have. One of my best new girls. Such potential. You should be very proud Devilla."

With a line like that, does Chrissy have the heart to tell her Aunt Devilla what she's been through?

Oh, yeah, Misstress Bitch lost her mood all right. And she was shouting, then the dick nurse attacked me personally - again -, so I already got how I would be telling my aunt everything... Well, maybe not about raped in the ass, but even that, of needed. Maybe it was my darkened face, eyes on the verge of manly tears - or so I thought -, and of course my lips in a thin line - or maybe pouting...

I was not saying anything until the room disappeared behind us, only then did I turned to my Aunt and tried to tell her.

"Auntie, are you sure this is the right place for me? I won't be your niece after this! They are hurting me, making me follow their evil ways! And don't tell me that corporal punishment is back into business! I was even... Then there are these injections!"

Breathing hard I try to stop myself from crying, but it seems that my eyes does not follow my wishes. Big tears drip down my face, sliding down my chin into my cleavage...

"I don't want to be a sissy! I just give consent to made up as a girl in an all girls school, not this!" and now I am crying, fully loosing the floor under my feet - literally too, it is lucky that I either have her to lean on, or there is something to sit down onto near by. It feels like I lost everything, my parents, friends, home, everything I knew, and now they want my masculinity and mind too!

My new sissy girl was making such a mess of herself....

"Now, now, now come here to Auntie Devilla."

I place my arms around her and give her a big sweet hug...
"Everything will be all right. You'll see. Now stop this crying. You're already making quite the mess of yourself and you do look beautiful."

With my hands on her arms I pull her away from me slowly and look right at her...
"Now, there will be no more talk of not being a sissy, otherwise I will be placing a larger anal plug in your ass my dear."

I can see she is still not happy...as we walk on over to the golf cart....
"Look, why don't we go back to the house, get you cleaned up, put an apron on you and we'll both cook some dinner. After we eat, we'll relax by the fire, just the two of us, okay?"

I let the tears fall until we got back to the house. Even my aunt seemed to be agreeing with the sissifying - and I was using the word instead of terrifying - project! And her promise of a bigger cock up my ass told me that telling her about my rape was really not an issue.

Nobody was there for me! I had to endure and keep not only the façade, but maybe even smile and be happy about it! I was doomed.

Getting cleaned up I hoped meant to remove the entrapping setup and then cooking was something that I could get behind... even if I was not that hungry for now, my stomach in a fist.

"Okay..." I grumbled, trying to dry up my tears when we arrived home.

After getting Chrissy dressed in an apron...Devilla shows her future niece (or at least sissy niece) how to cook a dinner and make men happy...the dinner is cooked, Devilla goes over all the fine points of cooking and backing...she knows so much....they eat dinner in the dining room...there is no more talk about school, but Devilla continues to treat Christopher as Chrissy and seems to be happier addressing him as a her...

They back an apple pie and Deviila shows Chrissy how to make percolated coffee, another thing that make men happy....they take their pie into the living room and Devilla starts a fire in the fireplace...they eat cordially in the chairs...a little chit chat and desert and coffee are done...

Devilla, who is on the sofa pats it and says, "Why don't you come sit next to your Auntie Devilla my dear?"

All the while I try to follow her lead, I am increasingly distressed about my predicament. What is more, I just can't seem to match - or even come close - to her cooking skills. While she stays almost spotless, I am a mess, and need to be cleaned up before we return to the living room. I feel full, my bowels are cramping... So I try to ask for a little bathroom break.

Of course Auntie's insistence to call me Chrissy and pretend that I am a female have its toll on me too. I no longer care...

Finally, when all said and done, I find myself tired and trembling slightly, while gingerly sitting next to her.

"I really don't like this dildo and cage!" I whine a little, not realizing that I am almost accustomed to the corset and the extra weight on my front. But my ass still stings from the happenings in the school.

I give her a smile and then a wink and say...
"Well, maybe Auntie Devilla can help with at least the cage, but you must promise me that this incessant whining will stop."

I pull Chrissy forward toward me and grab hold of her panties and pull them down exposing her naked flesh including her cock and the chastity device that surrounds it...I pull out my little key and with a ~click~ and a pull on it her cock is free....

"Come here."

I pull Chrissy on the sofa to sit in front of me and pull her back so that her back is leaning on my chest....I place my arm around her body and grab hold of her cock and grab it good...slowly I run my hand up and down on her shaft and then say to her....
"All right dear, how does that feel my little Chrissy sissy. You will let Auntie Devilla call you Chrissy sissy, right?"

"Oh, God!" I sighed when I was finally free... not that I had a hard on or anything, any more, but my cock was slick with pre-cum. Also, the closeness of my Aunt and her hand on me soon got some life back into my member.

"You can call me anything like this, Auntie!" I was thankful, hoping that it won't be put on back later. Sitting between her legs I leaned back, luxuriating in the feeling of her breasts ... and was trying to find out if she was also with cock like the doc. Of course moving my ass against her also made the sofa prod me with the ass-plug, but even that could not stop me taking pleasure from the rest and her hand.

I tried to move slowly, and carefully, not wanting it to stop just for now. The moan came as a surprise even for me.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked some time later, truly puzzled.

I look down at Chrissy as I continue to slowly jerk her off and then try to answer her question...

"Well my dear, if you mean why am I jerking you off like this well the answer seems obvious. If your asking about why you look like a girl, well we've covered that territory before. The only school around here is my all girl's school, The Lace Academy. They only accept girls. Now, you said earlier something about some injections. What kind of injections did they give you?"

"They... She told me it was something to make my breasts bigger for real, and that it would be permanent after the next..." I reply with some shame, not wanting to discuss how reluctant I was and what they done to me... Seeing that even my aunt was against me voicing my thoughts against becoming a sissy, well, I do not wanted to experience what she would add to the already received punishments.

"If you keep me in your hand like this, I won't be against the makeup classes too much..." thinking how and when I could get a more rounded education in theatrical masks and movie makeup later.

"Well, yes, the hormone shots. If Ms. Bircher found that you were being disrespectful in some way, she has that tool at her disposal. There's nothing I can do as she is headmistress of the school. She is in charge of detention and has my permission to reprimand any student."

I continue to ,"Keep her cock in my hands," as she puts it and stroke it a little faster, waiting for her libido to kick in...what she doesn't know is how much control I can have over Chrissy by giving her little rewards like this.....

"I'm glad that you won't mind makeup classes, but you better get used to all of your classes at school my dear."

Stroking and stroking and stroking.....

"Oh, and I must tell you, by the morning you will feel some sensitivity all around your chest from those shots. You may even see two small bumps so don't be surprised my dear."

~pauses~

"And you did say a second shot didn't you. Well, oh dear. You may experience some other changes by the morning. They are typically slow, but you will need to show Auntie Devilla in the morning, understand? You will need to let me help you through these changes."

"Yes, Auntie!" I moaned, wriggling in her lap a little, would have agreeing to anything if she just kept stroking me... My cock finally throbbed free, and seeing that even now I had two mounds on my front, I would not even see if there was two small bumps under them... Or so I thought.

Then I was trying to move and slide into her fingers and palm made tunnel, hoping that any changes would be minor enough that I won't even realize... But maybe I would, then she hopefully gave me this treatment in the morning too. A sure way to make me happy with school. For now.

I continue to jerk her off until she finally, with some pushes of her own manages to cum...it spews gently all over her own cock and my hand...as she moans, I can sense her vulnerability and willingness to be controlled by me....

I give her a peck on her cheek....
"That was a very good girl. Now let's let Aunty attend to all of this mess. You stay put."

I get a soft rag, wet it and clean my hands and then Chriissy's cock....then I place the cage back on her cock and lock it into place...she has that look....

"Now Chrissy, don't say a word my dear. I'll have none of it do you hear me. You need to be in Chastity for a slew of reasons. Now lets have a smile and put away that pouty face."

"Now, lets get you undressed, have you get washed and dressed for night. School day tomorrow, so you need your rest."

I help undress her, down to her bare skin...her lack of hair still looks good - no stubble; and knowing that she has the two hormone shots, well, she may never have any hair regrowth again, including her face....I help her into the shower and introduce her to all the perfumy products....

"Now my dear, the shampoo has a lovely strawberry scent, and you'll use that lavender bar to soap yourself down. And when you come out, you must use your skin creams to keep your skin soft understand?"

A little bit later....

I'm prepared to dress Chrissy....she comes to me and I place her panties on her and her pink babydoll...

...and her marabou slippers...


I have her look in the mirror....

Smiling...
"Now Chrissy, don't you just look so delicious for you Auntie Devilla? I could just eat you all up."

I grimace under the spray of the shower because the fragrances... Still, getting clean, and having the short relaxation from the day's ordeals was a godsend. I even got the dildo out of my ass until everything was clean, dry, and lavender smelling.

It was an experience to soap my breasts, the first breast ever I got to hold, cover with foam, then rinse. They felt heavy, and only sensitive at their base. But the size... My palms was full with them. I even filled out the cock-trap from the soaping of silky hairless skin, and having soapy hands wander all over my body.

Now I knew why girls took that much time to get ready! After drying I had to apply moisturizer and a different one on my face. Well, I took my time... even if I knew that Auntie was getting ready to re-plug my ass.

Then it was new pink clothes, and even a slipper - high heels, of course, so I could only walk with small steps - and I again stood in front of a mirror, marveling at the girl in it.

"You could!"

I nod, then remembering how I ate her out, I add

"And I would happily reciprocate!"

But then I slipped up in my role.

"Oh, I would love to be her boyfriend!"

I sighed, realizing too late that my words could be considered mutiny.

I turn to Chrissy after what I hear and ask pointedly, "What did you say?"

"That you could eat me all up?" I reply now innocently "I would gladly do what you had made me do to you last time again too!"

I only wish that my words about me being that girl in the mirror's boyfriend would be fast forgotten.

"I just wished that I could fuck myself in the pussy..." trying to cover up even more, hoping that saying it like this would not count too masculine.

I raise my eye and smile...in a sexy, purring voice...
"Oh, so you wish to eat out your Auntie Devilla again? How thoughtful of you."

I strip down out of my dress....

....and slowly pull down my panties...

I push Chrissy down on her knees....

"So you wish to fuck your own sissy-pussy. Hmm, that would be difficult, but not impossible. Does my Chrissy want to have a larger sissy-cock? There are ways to make that happen. I'll need to talk to Nurse Brady tomorrow. Is that your wish, if so think about it and let me know in the morning. Now where were we?"

I look at her with that sexy beguiling look....
"Oh yes, you are going to pleasure me."

I step closer to her face, my glistening pussy and softly grab the back of Chrissy's head and direct it right into the many folds of my perfect labia.......

"Oh, yes, please!" I breathe on her perfect lips, savoring the moment when my tongue touches them and slowly coerces them apart, just to reach the inner lips... And from then on it is a feast, a piece of heaven for me. My hands slowly stroke her stockings, occasionally reaching her thighs, maybe following the suspenders to the garter belt, just to be able to reach back and hold her behind.

I loose myself in making her wetter, and all of the remaining stress leaves me too. I just could not forget the added weight in front of me, or the big piece in my ass... the cock-cage feels like a vice like grip on my recovering member.

I moan, I groan...admittedly Chrissy is good...the feeling of her hands on my stockings and on my suspenders....ooh the touch feels so erotic....I can also feel the material from her pink babydoll and it makes me so wet....but knowing that Christopher is more Chrissy than Christopher makes a chill go up my spine....how I enjoy making sissies for my own desires....especially one that is family....this is special.....this is special....

"That's it, keep touching my garters and my stockings. Massage Auntie's upper thighs on the inside."

Grinning I get bolder, and start lightly kissing her thigh's insides near her pussy. Maybe even licking them too, all the way down to her stockings and back... Then I get creative. Putting my fingers where her lips are, I stretch her labia and start kissing her pink hole... with tongue.

With my hands no longer needed, I start massaging her where she asked for, after all, she knows best for her pleasure... I am an eager student in this.

Of course, I make it a rule not to keep my guard down with Crissy, so I do my best to stay strong with the upper hand, yet I find myself giving into my vulnerabilities....her fingers stretch my labia and her tonging my vagina feel so good...my body capitulates and rocks...with her tender massaging as I have asked of her, I grab the back of her head and place my fingers through her now long, blonde locks....eventually I shake, my spine tingling....and I am all-consumed by my niece's talent....eventually I have my evening orgasm and let it all go...with a few loud moans it happens and I cum all over Chrissy's face....and I look down at her with such glee....

"You look so pretty like that. Let Aunt Devilla take a picture."

I grab my phone and click off a few shots....then I get a wet washcloth and clean up her face....

Then I take her back to her bedroom....

...and I escort her onto her bed....and lay her down....and tuck her under the pink fur duvet....

"Aunty Devilla has decided she doesn't want you to fall off your bed nor do I want you to twist and turn. You need a good night rest. So, isn't it wonderful that your bed comes with these this white leather straps?"

One by one I pull a strap from one side of the bed, cinch it into the other side of the bed and make sure that Chrissy is quite secure....around her head....around her shoulders, and her chest and her stomach and her things and her knees and her ankles....one strap after another until she can't move a single muscle.....then I grab something else...



"Now darling, trust me, you'll need this for the night. Aunty is right next door and I know that I don't want your snoring to keep me up. Besides, this gag will train you to get rid of that manly snore. Remember, good sissies don't snore. "

I kiss her good night on the head....
"I will come get you in the morning. Well, it has been quite the day. And here you are doing so well. Sure you have some minor inconveniences in your life, but I have picked things for you to have with a reason. The plug in your ass will keep you standing like a lady. Your cage will keep you from trying to give in to your mail urges. Your fake boobs will keep you looking as womanly as you can be. And being strapped into your bed, you now know is good for you. Good night my dear."

I shut the light, close the door, and with key in hand I turn the cylinder clock-wise and it gives off a shrill of a noise as it ~LOCKS~ surely to send a shiver up Chrissy's spine, not knowing what will happen next or if I will even come back tomorrow morning....things are getting so good oh my!

I am clearly terrified when she finishes tying me down. The pink extra feminine room and bed is no longer an issue, nor is the dildo or the cage - my fake boobs still weight down my torso, but I somewhat find them okay, they are just fakes, right? - instead I now more secured than Hannibal Lecter.

I try to move, then squirm, moaning and even crying out, but all is for nothing... It is like my aunt is the spider and she got me in her web. And what a web! She has hands, legs, and a body to die for, and she knows it! Bossing me round obviously gives her a happy, and I could not say no to her...

All night I think I am awake, but really, I must have fallen asleep, for I do dream about my last day... And wake up with a muffled shriek, realizing the new day will be even harder!

But I still want my cock free, and almost missed having a proper female pussy - maybe that would be happy with the uncomfortable dildo that is sitting in my ass for now.

Shivering in anticipation, I find myself licking the ball-gag, trying to roll it around, even if it makes me slobber all over my face. I also claw what I can reach, trying to kick my legs too... But at least I know what to reply to my Aunt's question - if she even remembers it.

I unlock Chrissy's door and come in with a smile....I can tell she is not happy with being like this, but she'll learn...

With a smile I turn to her and say (as I open up the curtains on the windows)....
"Rise and shine my dear! Rise and shine it is a beautiful day. If your a good girl, I might let you outside after school to get some air."

I then do a b-line to her closet....
"Well let's get your uniform out for Tuesday."

Of course, it is the same as Monday's...the pink frilly panties, the white thigh-high stockings, the corset, the uniform and the black 4", lockable Mary Jane's....I proceed to lay it all out on a chair in the room and with a white handkerchief in hand, I take off the ball gag and wipe her face....then one by one, I undo the white leather straps and watch as they retract to the other side of the bed....I pull down the fur duvet and get a pleasant surprise....

"Well, I see there have been some physical changes throughout the night. Come, come get out of bed, and take off your special pajamas and stand by your bed. Auntie Devilla is going to measure you. By the way, are you feeling sore anywhere in and around your chest?"

"Ungh!" I grunt and climb to my feet, sore all over... But as I stand and try to stretch, I realize that now I can feel the weight pulling on my front, but can't feel the butt-plug until I clench down on it. Well, of course I want to go to the toilet, as my body want to empty itself, but there is a morning erection that distract me enough in its caged glory.

I sway there standing, waiting for her measure, and find that I am more comfortable in the high heeled slippers than without them.

"I don't know... should I? I mean, other than the soreness of my whole body?" I grip and grope my fake boobs, then slid my hands down my waist to feel my ass. "Something changed, that is for sure, but I don't know..."