Mistress Transformation

Madam Raison D'être makes holly Sparkle

I arrived at the car park of mistress's luxurious apartment exactly at 5pm, knowing if I arrived a minute later than ordered I would suffer dire and unspeakable punishment. My stomach was knotted with fear and trepidation, wrapped in the most exquisite excitement.

The day had arrived that I had anticipated and dreamt of since the day I had received mistress's explicit instructions. The day of my transformation the day of my parading, the day my inner butterfly would break out from the cocoon and holly would be presented at... Sparkle!

I tentatively rang the buzzer, clutching tightly the packet of Wolford 20-denier sheer silk black hold up stockings - large size - that mistress had ordered I purchase. My first embarrassing mission accomplished. The door clicked open, I entered. Behind me, I heard the soft smooth as silk whisper, breathe in my ear: "Welcome little holly." That voice, its hypnotic effect, bore through my whole being; I knew my mistress had me in thrall, I would become whatever she desired of me this night, without hesitation.

Mistress ordered me to remove all my clothes, my manly exterior left behind, and she led me into her boudoir, for the transformation to begin in  an Aladdin's Cave of frills and satin, of lingerie and corsets, of stilettos and high leather boots. My heart raced at what was to come. Mistress  knew exactly what she wanted holly to be for her. Planned in every detail, she had my transformation laid out ready for me. Satin panties, lace brassiere, black and pink satin stunning corset and the most beautiful black satin burlesque full crepe open skirt, matched with the stockings and open-toed black patent four inch heel ankle strapped sandals. Mistress could see the pleasure and wonder etched across my face as she told me to put the knickers on. As the satin encased my loins, I felt my member grow at its touch. Madam saw this too and her hand firmly thwacked my satin cheeks "Holly must control herself", she laughed.

"Sit", she commanded, "the transformation will begin."

I sat before a huge vanity mirror with creams and potions laid out before me. For the next hour, mistress laboured with the expertise of a professional magician. Foundation, eye shadow, glued on lashes so long they tickled my eyebrows, lipstick, gloss, nail polish, layer upon layer, my old man self disappeared, a new face was appearing in that mirror, a pretty face, a different face, a lady face, even perhaps a not unattractive face... and now the piece de resistance, the shoulder length brown cascading wavy hair... holly was born!

Mistress's charming sissy maid Eve had now arrived and assisted me in dressing, tightening the corset with such force that my breath was taken away as my waist was pinched and my ribs crushed, creating a must curvaceous figure. The stockings against my skin again made my member grow, but the shoes and heels and the initial attempts at walking as holly made us all laugh and immediately the concentration required to stay upright immediately controlled 'the problem'.

As we waited for mistress to present herself, Eve explained what Sparkle was about. An annual celebration of transgender, transvestites and cross dressing. A parade of femininity held each year in Manchester's Gay Village. How could I be exhibited there, my fears and excitement returned. But then we gasped as Madam entered the room. Such beauty, such elegance, a Goddess, her cleavage spilling over the silky blue corset, her long shapely legs encased in black seamed stockings, her magnificent peacock headdress like a gilded crown above her flowing tresses.

Madam Raison D'être, holly and Eve, a mistress with her two male to female transvestites were ready. Mistress sprinkled glitter over us, and holly indeed did truly sparkle.

Would holly survive her parade, and sparkle at Sparkle?

That is a story for another day. 

Wherever Mistress goes, you will no doubt always find one of her pink poodle bitches at Her side