EXTRACT FOR
The Sissy Breeding Clinic (Complete Series)
(J.S. Lee)

Amelia had never forgotten the lazy Sunday morning when she first watched as he put on her panties.  It had seemed funny at first, she had broken out into a fit of giggles and watched as her lover's cheeks blushed and he had seemed to be in a hurry to take them off again. "No, no, it's fine," she forced herself to stop and held his forearm for a moment, "let me see them on you."  It wasn't love, Amelia already knew that but he was sweet and completely obsessed with her pussy.  It would be a shame to never sit on his face again for something so minor as a pair of pink panties.



He came in hard, quivering waves in the satin material and his voice broke when he tried to say her name and it was nothing more than a cry.  Amelia was young but she wasn't green, she'd seen many men orgasm before but she had to admit that she had been drawn to it.  Watching him become a girl right before her eyes, writhing and shivering and clutching at the sheets below, she wondered what would happen if he wore more than just panties.



She bought him a bra and soon it was stockings and heels and once her lover wore bright, red lipstick to bed, Amelia realized that he was in the midst of a transformation.  She wrote a paper about and although her professor gave her a C, he scheduled an appointment to see her after class the next week.



"Feminizing your man, is that it, Amelia?" Professor Wallace chuckled but it was more of a cough.  He held his pipe between his lips and pursed them as he lit the tobacco inside, "it's not just the clothes that make the woman, you know."



Amelia was intrigued and pushed her hair back as she bent down, what did the man know?  Had he himself been feminized?  Professor Wallace with his bushy, gray beard and his wild eyebrows seemed to be the last man on earth that she could imagine as a ladyboy, but she was just beginning to discover how little she knew.  "What else is there, Professor?" she had to admit, she wanted much more.



The man bent his head forward and began to whisper and even though it wasn't much of a secret, Amelia learned later, it was the beginning of her lover's sissy transformation.  Professor Wallace was right, the clothes were only the beginning, the make-up and the heels were accessories but the actual transformation to female began with her lover's cock.  Maybe it was more accurate to say that it ended there because he no longer needed it.



Tied up and kept in a chastity cage, once her boyfriend discovered anal orgasms, Amelia knew her path.  He had always been nice enough but once he stopped masturbating and stopped standing to piss and really stopped touching his little cockette at all, he was almost perfect.  He had always enjoyed licking Amelia but now he was dedicated to it.  She sat on his face for three hours one night and when she rose to excuse herself, "I have to pee," she told him, he grabbed her hips tightly, they had turned a corner and were now in unfamiliar territory.



"On my face, please," he shuddered and when her warm, golden liquid dripped from between her bare lips, he drank down the drought in mouthfuls and when she had finished, he wiped her clean with his tongue.



Amelia thought that all women deserved such a faithful lover.