Sissy's Revenge

"I couldn't resist fondling those pretty panties," Betty said.

Betty, not Lucille! I took a deep breath. I knew that if Lucille caught me permitting this I'd be spanked and if I objected and Betty told her, I'd be spanked. It was a 'damned if you do and damned if you don't' situation.

All this happened about the same time as I began to notice a tenderness around my nipples, followed by a little lump directly underneath. I had read a little about it on the Internet and spent a little time accessing newsgroups, so I suspected somewhere in my 'vitamin' mix that hormones, like estrogen, would be found, or at least phyto-estrogen. Likewise, and this had me worried, the size and arousal response of my male equipment began to diminish. I wasn't interested in loosing the use of that precious piece of my anatomy.

I made an appointment with my doctor. It took a couple of weeks to get in and by that time I could see breast development. For the first time in over three months, I put on guy clothes. I foresaw the doctors questions about what meds or supplements I took and brought in everything, including the two in the plain bottles. The doctor examined me, poking and prodding. She asked, "Are you on any medications or are you taking dietary supplements?"

"No medications, but I am on a vitamin regimen." I produced my sack of pills.

The doctor looked at each and 'ummed' a few times. She got to the plain bottles, opening the big one first. Taking one out, she examined it and glanced at me as she took out her "Physicians Desk Reference." She flipped through a few pages, made some notes and looked at the contents of the small plain bottle. She flipped the pages again, looked up at me and studied me for a moment, then made some notes. Taking the larger of the two she asked, "How often are taking these?"

"Two times a day, one in the morning and one in the evening."

"And these?" she asked, touching the smaller.

"The same."

"I think that explains everything. How long have been on this HRT regimen?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"HRT, Hormone Replacement Therapy. These pills, how long have you been taking them?"

"Nearly three months," I suspected, but I didn't want to think about it.

"You do realize that the effects of these are irreversible. That in another three to four weeks you'll be chemically castrated."

"Ah... no," I had been afraid of that from the beginning, but didn't want to think about such. "Lucille couldn't have known about that part. Surely she just intended for me to grow breasts."

The doctor continued, "I'll be able to tell more after the blood tests come back, that's the usual course... Did you say 'No'."

"I didn't realize that. Look, doctor, All I really wanted to do was grow a modest bust line, so that when I dress up it will look more natural."

"I see. Well, then we need to take you off these immediately," she said, indicating the smaller of the two. They are a testosterone blocker. They could, no, they will permanently destroy your ability to produce your own testosterone and sperm. I hope it isn't too late already. In all likelihood, there are already some permanent effects. Hopefully it will only be a reduction." She picked up the phone and dialed. "This is Dr. Baker. I sent some blood over for a hormone level check. I need the results, stat...," she paused. "Good, I'll have the patent over there in a few minutes. You can release the results to him." She hung up. "They'll be ready in forty-five minutes. Bring them back and I'll go over them with you during lunch."

The doctor had me join her at the Deli across the street. As she sipped her coffee, she looked over the reports. "Just as I suspected your testosterone levels are way down and your estrogen level is actually higher then mine." Now hopefully, once we get those testosterone blockers, out of your system, those levels will come back. If they don't, you'll be effectively sterile. I want you back in for another blood test in two weeks. You can go right to the lab and make and appointment with me two days after they've drawn blood."

To make a long story short, I did. The doctor also advised me that I'd do well to consider implants. "You'll get the desired effects a lot sooner."

"I don't know. I've heard a lot of negative things about silicone causing all kinds of problems later."

"I have a friend who is a plastic surgeon. She has had quite a bit of success transplanting fat. I can give you a referral."

"Transplanting fat?"

"Yes, your love handles become your breasts. It may be possible to give you hips and make your waist smaller at the same time as well, providing you have enough fat in your belly. You know to 'round' out the package," she smiled.

"I'm still not sure. Won't that cost a lot?"

"Probably not as much as you think. I think it's a much better option then trying to walk the find line between growing your own and loosing your ability to function sexually."

"What I'm really unsure about is asking for boobs and still wanting to function as a man."

"Don't let that bother you. You won't be the first she's done nor the last."

"I'll think about it and let you know."

Well, I did think about it. When next I saw the doctor asked her for the referral. Oh, in case you're wondering, we caught it in time. My libido came back with a vengeance. It took another couple of weeks to get in to see the plastic surgeon. And I stayed on the estrogen at half dosage the whole month. The breast growth stagnated, but my nipples continued to enlarge and darken.

"So, Dr. Baker tells me you want have the best of both worlds," Dr. Evans said as she did some poking and prodding on my chest.

"I guess that would be a good way to put it."

"What size breast did you have in mind?"

"Oh, nothing overly large. A "B" cup would do nicely."

She took some other measurements. "That should be easy enough." A few more measurements and she continued, "We could probably add about a half an inch to your hips, but I couldn't guarantee conformity. And it would more then double the cost, not to mention the recovery is painful since we're dealing with the part you sit on."

"I doubt I'd like that. Besides I'm not sure that I can even afford the breast enhancement."

"Well, on approved credit, I could carry you on contract. How's your credit rating?"

"Actually, it should be great. My business has been in profit mode for the last two years and is growing."

She stepped out of the examining room for a moment and brought back some forms. "Fill this out and I'll have my office manager run a quick check. If everything is good, we can schedule you for two weeks from today."

I filled out the forms and while I got dressed the office manager ran the check. Isn't the Internet great? While we waited for the results I asked about the surgery and recovery time. I found out it was an out patient procedure and I would have to wear an underwire bra for six weeks and then it would be as if I had grown them myself. She also told me it was a plus that I had taken the hormones so that my nipples were already developed.

That would cut the cost considerably. When the report came back, she laid out the operation and costs and did a preliminary agreement. She told me that her office manager would have it in the form of a contract in a week and I should come by and sign off on it. She told me I could come in, in a dress. I'd certainly want to on the day of the operation.

Well, when we finally got to it I scheduled for a month later. I walked in with a small lump under my nipples and walked out about three hours later with a "B" cup bust. A sore "B" cup and sore abdominal muscles.

On the home front, things remained pretty much the same, except that Betty found more and more excuses to be at our house and continued to be places where she could cop a feel of my pantied bottom.

Lucille got a promotion. She was the first woman to make sales manager in her company. About the time the doctor had said that I'd have become totally dysfunctional, Lucille developed an affinity for oral sex. She clamed that she just too tired for the other, but needed the release. I was dutiful in that regard. More hours, specifically evenings and weekends went along with her promotion. She was always at some meeting or function. It wasn't long before my chief duty on Friday and Saturday was to see that she had suitable clothes to change into and the help her dress.

It seemed to me that her taste in lingerie changed. When she had been mostly practical before, she now ran more to the ultra feminine... (dare I say it?) ... sexy. Where pantyhose had been her staple, she now preferred garters and stockings. Her contention was that since she had to wear them longer hours, they allowed her... ah, private part... to breath and stay cooler. This also went along with her choice of eveningwear, which began leaning more toward the provocative. All the while, she became more insistent on oral sex.

Most often she wanted it first thing on Saturday morning and again Sunday morning. The later she had been out, the more she seemed to relish my service and the more she asked if I liked 'doing' her that way and, "Didn't it taste good." There was something different about the taste. Kind of musky and salty. I couldn't explain it, really, but it was different.

While Betty and Lucille had been friendly before, weekends found Betty practically living at our house. She became bolder, openly telling Lucille just how hot I looked. She took to stroking the front of my thigh when she said it. One Thursday evening when she came for dinner she made a real bold move.

"You know Lucille, you'd better watch out. I'm tempted to try and steal this little jewel," Betty told her while tracing a line between my knee and just under my hemline, with the back of her fingers.

"I think I'd object to you stealing her, but I might just loan her to you, say two days a week?"

"Oh, that would be great," Betty said, suddenly changing the position of her hand to surround my legs and cup my right, panty clad cheek. "What do you say Lynn? Want to come be my maid a couple of days a week?"

I know that Lucille had no doubt where her hand was. "Whatever Mistress says," I stammered, unsure of what Lucille's feelings were about Betty's familiarity.

Lucille smiled. "Well then how about Wednesday and Thursday?"

"That will be great," Betty told her.

"Now Lynn, I expect that you will do everything for Miss Betty that you would do for me. Whatever she wants. Understand? If she even hints that she was displeased or disappointed I'll be angry and you know what that means."

"Yes Mistress," I said doing my best curtsy with Betty's hand still on my butt.

"You may clear away," Lucille told me. As I was coming and going, I heard Lucille extol my virtues to Betty. "... but best of all, when you're feeling frustrated, Lynn has a very talented tongue. She certainly takes care of all my problems."

That evening Lucille required the services of my "talented tongue."

"Betty's in for a real treat, you know. I wish I had known about this from the beginning. When I think of all the years I've missed out on this well... it's a shame, that's all. A real shame."

That weekend, Lucille was out again, as usual. Friday she came in about four in the morning and called me in to service her at six. She deferred her bath until later, after a nap. Saturday, she was literally out all night. It was light when she came in and wanted 'service' before going to bed. The musky, salty taste was stronger then ever.

The next Wednesday came and I got up early and took care of my business before Lucille was up. I dressed in my maids uniform, as instructed and got breakfast for her. As she left for work, she kissed me tenderly.

"Now you be a good girl for Miss Betty today. While you're there consider her your mistress." She patted me on the bottom and left chuckling.

I presented myself at Betty's back door promptly at 9:00, as instructed. Servants can't enter through the front door. That suited me fine. While I have gone out dressed I had no desire to parade around the neighborhood in that get up. Betty greeted me with a grin verging on evil. It was certainly naughty.

"Good morning Lynn. Come in. I've got a list of things you need to get done today." She was still in her nightgown, though her make up was immaculate. She went over her list. It included the usual things, dusting, cleaning and laundry. But topping the list was hand washing her lingerie and drawing her a bath.. She explained I could do the lingerie in the bathroom sink while she bathed. That would assure that I'd be available should she need anything.

I drew the bath using plenty of bubble bath while she supervised. Then she had me assist her undress. I was quite taken with her body. A slender waist, pleasant breasts with erect nipples and round hips giving way to long shapely legs and dainty feet.

She seemed to be totally indifferent to being naked, or even enjoyed being naked in my presence. She slipped into the bubbles, hiding her goddess like figure from view, allowing me to concentrate the task at hand. (i.e., the washing of her lingerie.)

I was well versed the litany of the job, having done Lucille's for two months now. I utilized both sinks, one to wash and one to rinse. As I finished each one, I spread it on a large fluffy towel to dry.

As I finished up, Betty required my assistance. "Lynn, shampoo my hair please," she said crisply.

Obedient to her instruction I lathered and rinsed then lathered again and left in so the built in conditioner could work. "Shave my legs," she instructed lifting her left out of the bubbles. I found her shaving gel and rubbed on, by hand, the entire length of her leg. Her breathing became heavy as I worked on her inner thigh. I repeatedly drew the razor the length of her leg. When I was finished, she presented her other leg for a repeat performance.

I could see the lust build in her eyes as I worked. She was getting off on my touch. When I was through, she used her feet to lower the water level enough to expose her magnificent breasts. Leaning forward, she commanded that I wash her back. I complied and after, she leaned back. "Keep washing," she said, glancing down at her now heaving breasts. Her erect nipples were clearly visible through the sparse bubbles clinging to her. As commanded I massaged the soap over her flesh. Her eyes closed and she lay back, virtually squirming with pleasure. When I reached her belly, she gasped, stood up and commanded, "Rinse me." I took her hand held shower and carefully rinsed her head, her body, arms and legs.

Anticipating her need, I patted her dry with the large towel on the rack. I followed that with a liberal dusting of powder. At her instance I smoothed it with my hands. She trembled under my touch.

"Oh Lynn, you have such a sensual touch." She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Laying akimbo on the bed, she said, "Let's find out just how talented your tongue really is."

"Miss Betty," I said, "should I really do that?"

"You know what Lucille said, 'Obey me as you would her.' You wouldn't want me to tell Lucille you were uncooperative now would you?"

I curtsied and bent to the task. I didn't want to be spanked by Lucille. I was taken by the freshness of the taste not at all like Lucille Sunday morning.

The rest of the day, I did laundry, cooked and cleaned. Late in the afternoon, Betty worked hard at trying to humiliate me by referring to me as a sissy slut maid. But I just looked at the floor and waited for her to run out of adjectives. She took advantage of my tongue again, telling me that Lucille should rent me by the hour to sex starved housewives. That did get me, but I didn't let it show. I had to be back by five, so I could get dinner for Lucille. At about 4:30, Betty had me sit at the kitchen table.

"Lynn, I should apologize to you. I don't know much about the domination lifestyle. When I asked Lucille to borrow you, I thought we could have some fun together. While you have done everything I asked, I get the feeling that you didn't have a good time. Am I right? Please answer truthfully. I really want to know."

"You're right," I said looking down.

"Well, tomorrow bring me a list of five things that you want to do."

With that she dismissed me for the day.

That evening, Lucille was full of questions about my day. I tried to give and overview but she wanted details. She specifically asked if Betty had 'used' me. When I gave an oblique answer, she said, "No you silly goose. Did she use your tongue?" When I hung my head and admitted it she said, "Ooo, you naughty girl. Did she like it?"

"Yes Mistress," I said with a curtsy.

"I hope you're right. I'll be asking her and I'll have to spank you if she didn't."

That evening after I had taken care of Lucille, I had a little time to myself. I made a list of things I'd like to do while dressed.

Go to a movie. Go for a walk. Go shopping. Go to lunch. Go to a museum.

Nervously I folded my list into a small square and tucked it into the toe of my shoe. I didn't want Lucille to find that list. Then it struck me that Lucille and Betty were friends and this could be some kind of trap. I'm supposed to be a maid. I made a new list.

Serve your every need. Clean house. Do laundry. Do ironing. Hand wash lingerie.

This is the list I'll show Betty. She'll show it to Lucille and Lucille will know that I really want to obey and that I know my place.

The next day, Betty wanted to see my list first thing, so I gave her my second list. She got a disgusted look on her face.

"You did all that yesterday and I could tell it wasn't what you wanted to do. It was what you had to do. Here," she said, "sit her and write a list of things you really want to do."

For a few minutes, I tried to figure a way to play it safe, but in the end, I reached into my bra, where I had hidden my real list. I handed it to her.

"Now, that's more like it. This we can do. Let's go to a movie today," she looked at me smiling. "That outfit won't do. I don't think I'd be comfortable with the attention you'd attract. Do you have anything more... ordinary?"

"Well, yes, I do."

"I don't mean dowdy, I want you dressed sexy, but I want it to be something like I might wear."

"I have a mid calf skirt with a slit up my right thigh. While I'm standing, it's quite conservative, but when I sit... well, I have to wear pantyhose with it because when I wear nylons, my garter tab shows in the top of the slit."

"Oh," she said, "I like it already. Even without seeing it. Only, wear it with nylons. You won't be sitting anywhere, but my car and in the theater. I want to see that garter. Go change and come right back. I'll get ready while you're gone."

I was still unsure that something bad wouldn't happen as a result, but changed anyway. Going out. I've wanted to go out with Lucille, but I never had the nerve to ask her. I'm not sure how this will turn out, but I'm stuck, if I change my mind, I'm in trouble, if I don't, I may be in trouble anyway. Oh well, I might just as well enjoy myself until then.

Back at Betty's she was dressed and waiting. I managed to tell her that I was concerned about going some place where someone might recognize me. She headed way across town to a multiplex theater. We chose a romance and bought tickets. I was scared to death. I'd been out, but never in a confined space like a theater. To spite the fact there were hardly any people at the mid-week matinee.

We arrived in our theater just as the trailers were ending. Making our way up a side isle, it soon became apparent that there weren't many people in there. We sat about a third of the way in on the next to the last row. Most of the audience was made up of single people, but there were a few couples. The nearest to us were two women about three rows in front of us and ten or twelve seats to our right. One was short and slight built and the other was taller and more of medium build with a severe hairstyle, very short and combed back.