Feminine Control 1/2

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FEMININE CONTROL VOLUME I

A Short Story by Rachel Varga

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The year is 2078. The Great War was fought eleven years ago. The majority of Earth's male population was annihilated. Aside from a smattering of conventional weapons used at the beginning, it had been a neutron war.

That is, men were destroyed. Structures, vehicles, and other manmade objects remained in tact. Women and children for the most part had survived thanks to the innerworld shelters. Now, just over a decade later, it was an entirely new world.

Universally, males had been blamed for the war. Now there were very few men left, perhaps two million in the entire world. Their relative scarcity

had caused them to become a rare commodity. They were looked down upon, subjugated and controlled by NWG - the New World Government. All were the

property of the state.

At first many males tried to rebel. There were still a few left in the

wild. But the vast majority had been captured, catalogued, and marked. All domesticated as well as newborn males had undergone EP.

EP, or emplacement as it was refered to by the doctors, was a simple surgical operation. A tiny mechanism was implanted at the base of the brain. When activated by a transmitter this device could cause the male to experience anything from mild discomfort to unendurable pain. The degree was determined by the transmitter. All women and a few highly trusted males possessed these transmitting devices. Most were worn in the form of some sort of jewelry - a pendant, necklace, ring, or bracelet.

Through this method males were controlled completely. Males over sixteen or seventeen years of age still remembered the freedom and power that had been theirs in the days before EP. Frequently they would foolishly attempt to resist control. They were however quickly reminded of their status. For these males, training was very ardurous.

Younger men, who had grown up under EP, accepted their destiny. They had been taught that males were inherently inferior. They were perfectly happy to live their lives as Glib's. Noone remembered who coined the word Glib but everyone knew that it meant Good little boy. Glib's were valued somewhat more highly than the older males. This was because of their youth and also

because their eager acceptance of their submissive role. This allowed them to be more trustworthy. Accordingly, it was not uncommon to find an older Glib wearing one of the dreaded transmitters.

Everyone accepted the fact that the Big War was the product of male aggression, pride and greed. To assure that there would never be another war, NWG was based on the superiority of the female. Men were trained to accept all females as natural superiors. To suppress their hereditary masculine traits, they were forced to adapt the role of the twentieth century female. They were encouraged to develop a strong sense of dependence on their women. For many males, this was a very difficult thing.

Paul McPherson was one of these, and this is his story.

At 27 years of age Paul had been brought up under the standards of male

superiority which had prevailed prior to the Great War. His basic value system would not allow him to accept women as his superiors. Captured in the Spring of `75, the last three years had been very hard for him. The first year was the worst.

NWG, in an effort to rapidly return males as productive members of society, provided an initial eight week training program. Newly processed males were entered into a rigorous program of re-education. Upon successful completion of this program males were then entered into a vocational school. Here they were allowed to choose a career. Depending on their background,

talents, and demonstrated potential, they could choose from a limited selection of vocations such as secretary, practical nurse, or dental assistant. However, all males were fully aware that their primary responsibility was to take care of their home, their children, and their women. Careers definitely came second for the modern male.

Three days after his capture Paul underwent EP. He was surprised to find himself fully recovered almost immediately. As he awoke he found it strange that the cuffs had been removed from his hands and ankles. He also found it particularly incongruous to be wearing a pink nylon nightshirt. After two days of recuperation in the hospital he felt great. He was ready to secure

his freedom from the oppressive forces of the NWG.

"Good morning, Lollipop. My, don't you look better!"

It was the voice of Dr. Madison. She was the perfect picture of her profession. Her crisp white uniform was spotless. The creases of her slacks razor sharp. Laying aside her clip board, she casually seated herself on the bed, looking down at Paul.

"How's our pretty new patient today?" she smiled.

Paul was as overcome by this strange woman's pleasant manner as by her condescending familiarity. He didn't fully understand her game, as it were. Here he was a strong young man perfectly capable of taking her life with his bare hands. Yet she seemed completely unconcerned that he might do so. More confusing was that she sounded sincerely interested in his condition. I'll

bide my time, he thought. I must wait for the right moment to act. He hesitated to answer.

"I asked you a question Darling. One of the first things you must learn is that when a woman speaks you must respond... immediately", she added, her smile turning to concern.

Paul continued to stare silently at this extremely attractive woman, noticing that she began to fiddle with the ring of her right hand. Strangely, he began of a sudden to feel very uncomfortable. And then an excruciating pain shot up his spine. The pain was clearly visible on his contorted face. As suddenly as it had begun, it ceased.

"Now Paulie, please don't make this difficult for us." Reaching to fondle his earlobe she asked him once more how he felt. Sensing his danger Paul knew he must act now.

With lightning speed his hands were at her slim white neck. No sooner had his fingers touched her soft skin than he was doubled over on the bed in excruciating pain.

"Poor little Paulie. I can see your going to have to learn the rules." she said, the gentle smile returning to her full pink lips. "I'm happy to see that your feeling much better though. I think your ready to begin your training."

After gently carressing his cheek Dr. Madison continued on her rounds, leaving the young man doubled over in his bed, barely able to move. Slowly, the pain ebbed.

Less than five minutes had passed before his nurse entered the room. She was extremely attractive in the white nylon uniform. Paul noticed the material was so thin he had a clear view of her lacy underthings. Her soft

blonde hair flowed gently over her shoulders. Her crystal blue eyes smiled

down at him. Smoothing the short billowing skirt of her uniform, she sat on the bed next to him.

"I'm Katherine Thompson, your nurse" she smiled, resting a soft white hand on his arm.

Paul was overcome by her beauty and the perfumed touch of her hand.

"Paul. Paul McPherson" he heard is lips say.

"Oh, not any more I'm afraid. Your name is Paulie. Just Paulie. As in Paulie Parrot" she smiled at her own little joke. Paul saw no humor as she

continued.

"When some lucky woman takes you into her household you will assume her

surname. Until then your name is Paulie. Do you understand Paulie?"

Paul was speechless. Suddenly he began to feel the pain shooting down his spinal cord.

"Paulie, you must learn to answer when a woman speaks to you. Now I want you to say your name."

"Paul McPherson!" he groaned, teeth clenched with pain.

"No sweety, Your name is Paulie. Now say 'My name is pretty Paulie' or else I will have to be very nasty."

"P...Please...the pain" he groaned.

"I want to hear your name" she smiled down at him.

"P...Pau..." A black veil of unconsciousness freed him from the pain.

He awoke to a very pleasurable sensation. Nurse Thompson was gently teasing his nipples through the thin nylon of his night shirt. "Paulie? Pretty Paulie?" she was saying, over and over.

He tore from the bed, leaping for the door. In mid stride, he crashed to the floor, a crumpled mass of pain. Nurse Katherine slowly circled the bed to his pitiful, convulsing body. He was eye level with her white four inch pumps. The delicate turn of her ankles provided stark contrast to his pain. He prayed for unconsciousness to free him once again. But it would not come.

At last, and with surprising suddenness, the pain eased. She stooped to

touch his face.

"Now Paulie, please don't make me hurt you anymore. Believe me, it hurts me almost as much as it does you. I don't like to cause you pain, but you must learn to obey. Do you understand?"

"Y...Yessss." he moaned rather than risk another painful episode.

"Yes Ma'am" she corrected. "Whenever you speak to a female, you must show respect and humility. Do you think you can try again?"

"Now look here you little..." Once again the pain. Only this time worse. He writhed in agony. He could not endure. Again he fell into the black chasm of peaceful oblivion.

When next he woke he did not recognize his surroundings. The room was small. Perhaps six by six. There were no windows. The walls were cold gray

concrete, as was the floor. The room was empty except for a pencil, a pad of paper, and some kind of pink material folded neatly in one corner. He looked up at the ceiling. Ten feet high he guessed. As he looked at the bare light bulb he realized he wore no clothing. He looked down at his nakedness. Suddenly a soft feminine voice filled the room.

"Poor little Paulie. You want to think of yourself as a big strong man.

Yet just look at you. You are completely helpless. And alone. You have nothing but what I choose to give you. That includes food and water, Paulie. I didn't want it to come to this, but you gave me no choice." It was the voice of the nurse.

"When you are ready to accept women as your superiors you will put on your little pink petticoat and write one hundred times, 'My name is pretty Paulie'. You are the one who will determine how long you spend in your little cell, Paulie. And by the way, to hasten your decision, I think it is necessary to leave you with a little something."

The pain came without warning. But it was not the terrible pain he had experienced earlier. It was a steady, nagging pain. Bearable, yet maddening. He moaned pitifully as the voice fell silent.

Time was measured by his pain. There was no day, no night, only the steady crazing pain. And the thirst. And hunger.

Why! he thought. Why are they doing this to me? What have I done? My name is Paul McPherson! I am a man! I will not submit to any female!

In fact it had been nearly two days before he began to weaken. To rationalize. He was tired, bones sore from sleeping on the cold concrete. His whole body going crazy from the steady, gnawing pain. Suddenly the door of

his cell was opened.

The nurse looked more beautiful than ever in her pretty white dress of translucent nylon. Paul noticed the pink ribbons threaded through the white lace straps of her chemise and again at the hem of her pretty petticoat. Her golden hair was tied back now with a matching pink ribbon. In her hand she

held a leather instrument. It looked like a large ping pong paddle. Another nurse brought in a straight backed wooden chair, but she quickly exited leaving Nurse Thompson alone with her patient.

"Paulie, you look absolutely dreadful" she said with genuine concern. "Why do you do this to yourself? Submit Paulie. You must, you know. It is only a matter of time. To help you decide, I am now going to spank your bottom." she smiled, seating herself on the chair.

No sooner had she finished speaking than the pain was gone. The relentless pain which he had suffered for two unbearable days. He was ecstatic with the sudden loss of pain.

"Now lay over my knees, Paulie" she said, adjusting the pretty white nylon of her skirts. Strangely, Paul felt himself becoming aroused sexually. This beautiful young girl in her pretty uniform with lingerie clearly visible throught the thin nylon. He, absolutely naked, nowhere to hide his private

self. Suddenly blushing, his hands moved to cover his growing member.

"Don't be embarrassed Paulie. Thats a perfectly natural reaction. You'll find that once you learn to submit, your life is going to be so much more pleasant. Now, onto my lap with you." she smiled, placing her hand in the small of his back, guiding him into position.

He didn't know why. Perhaps it was the weakness of his physical condition, perhaps the kindness in her voice. He did not resist.

"You'll have twelve strokes, Paulie, and I want you to count each one clearly. Do you understand?

The soft nylon of her skirts felt so cool and smooth against his bare tummy and thighs. Something deep down bade him answer. "Yes, Ma'am", he whispered.

"Your learning, Paulie" she said, her hand kneading his bottom like soft dough. The first stroke shocked him from his reverie. "One!" he grunted.

He was amazed at the ferocity of her strokes. At number seven, tears were forming in his eyes. As he felt the final stroke, he was crying freely, just like a baby.

"On your knees now,sweety. I want you to thank me for disciplining you and kiss the paddle."

Without hesitation he did so.

Reaching into the pocket of her skirt, Nurse Thompson retrieved a pink,

perfumed tissue. Whispering soft words of comfort, she began to dry his tears.

"Yes, thats my sweet little Paulie", she soothed. "Your coming along just fine."

Her hand guided his head to where it rested in the soft nylon folds of her skirt, allowing her to gently run her fingers through his hair. This hand, he thought, which just inflicted so much pain now feels so gentle...so loving. Still in his kneeling position, he reveled under her soft caresses.

"Just think, Paulie, once you accept women as your superiors you're going to have such a nice life. We'll have your hair done. And you'll have a nice warm bubble bath."

Noticing his turgid member, she playfully teased it with the tip of her

three inch pump.

"Have you even looked at your pretty petticoat Paulie?" she asked, leaning over to pick it up. She let it fall open to full length. It was very short, perhaps fourteen inches long. The pink nylon was very sheer. It would hide

nothing. Four inches of delicate lace was at the hem. It bore the scent of

Nurse Thompson`s perfume. She tenderly draped the soft garment over his bare shoulder.

"Its so pretty Paulie. I know your just going to love it. Please put it on now for me."

Still sniffling, he looked up into her clear blue eyes. He took the slip from her hands. Rising to his feet, he slowly stepped in and pulled the pretty petticoat up to his waist.

"Oh Paulie! I'm so proud of you! We're going to have such a wonderful time! Now quickly take the paper and write your sentences like a good boy."

It took him only a few minutes to copy the lines. By the hundredth time he was beginning to believe that he was indeed 'pretty Paulie'.

The beautiful young nurse took his hand leading him from the cell. He felt so strange in the pretty pink petticoat. It did nothing to hide his erect member but merely served as a lacy feminine decoration. The sheer nylon felt strangely exciting as he followed his nurse.

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Paul felt so naked and vulnerable as as he followed Nurse Thompson down

the open corridors. He felt ridiculous wearing only the wispy petticoat. The lace hem of the pretty garment tickled slightly as it swished against his thighs with each step. Was it his imagination or did he sense a subtle swaying of his hips.

"First of all I think we need to get you something to wear", the pretty

nurse smiled back at him. "Something, shall we say, a little more substantial?" her grin broadened as she looked down at the sheer petticoat.

As they entered her office, she removed a short satin robe from the back of the door.

"Slip into this Paulie, and we'll go get you something to eat. I'll bet

you're famished."

She noticed his hesitation at donning the robe. The shiny pink satin was the same color as the lacy pettticoat he was wearing. Obviously a woman's garment. The loving sparkle of her clear blue eyes changed momentarily to cold piercing steel.

Realizing he had little choice, he accepted the feminine garment. At least it will cover my nakedness he thought, slipping his arms into the robe. The soft satin felt so good next to his skin. He wrapped the silken garment tightly around himself and tied it with the matching belt. He noticed the robe was too short to cover the lacy hem of the petticoat.

"Your slip is showing Paulie", said Nurse Thompson, once again beaming a warm smile. "Pull it up higher on your waist, sweety. I want you to always

present a neat, well groomed appearance."

He did as directed and retied the robe.

"Much nicer, Paulie" she complimented, handing him a pair of pink slippers which matched the robe. They had three inch heels and a little pink pom pom on the tip of each toe.

"Katherine! I can't wear those! I've never..."

But before he could finish he felt the pain returning. It was severe. He felt his knees about to crumble.

"Nurse Thompson" she corrected. "You must always show respect when addressing a woman. If you must address her at all you use her title, or Miss and her last name. You never address a female by her given name! Do you understand, Paulie?"

"Ye... yes Ma'am", he groaned. The pain made speech difficult.

"Thats better", she smiled once again. The pain was gone.

"You were about to say something?"

"Yes, Nurse Thompson. I don't think I can wear those slippers. The high

heels. I'm afraid I would fall."

"Well at least I'm happy to see you don't mind the feminine style, Paulie. I think you're going to make a very pretty boy. But I'm afraid you will have to get used to the heels. You won't be wearing flats for a long time. If ever." she added with a knowing smile. "Just remember there is a first time for everything, and you, my sweet little lollipop, are about to experience

many firsts. Now slip into your pretty heels. I will help you walk at first, but you are going to have to learn quickly."

His face red with humiliation, Paul placed his feet into the pretty shoes. Noticing they were a tight fit, Nurse Thompson assured him they would fit much better once he was wearing stockings or pantyhose. He rose to his feet, nearly falling flat on his face. The shoes felt so strange. He placed all of his weight on his tiptoes.

"Just relax, silly. The heels look fragile, but believe me they will support you if you let them. Relax your calf muscles now and walk as you normally would."

She took his hand and led him around the small office. With each step he felt so completely feminine. He never imagined the shoes would have such an effect on him psychologically as well as physically. He had no doubt now that there was a definite sway to his hips as he walked. The shoes gave him no choice.

"You're legs really look so much nicer Paulie. I'm sure that once you get used to your pretty high heels you'll never want to wear anything else! In

fact, I think you'll be begging for higher heels before you finish your training."

Paul wobbled terribly as she released him to try on his own.

"Oh, Nurse Thompson... they feel so..." But the words would not come.

"I think I know how you feel Paulie. After all, I remember how I felt when I got to wear my first pair of heels."

She smiled to herself as she observed the tent of his robe at the juncture of his thighs. Casually she approached him and patted his turgid member through the silky material.

"I'm very happy for you Paulie. I know you're going to love your new life. But now let's go get you something to eat."

She held his arm, walking slow at first, allowing him to get used to the sensation of walking in three inch heels. The billowing skirts of her uniform brushed his naked thighs as they walked. He was embarrassed by the prominent tent in his robe as it bobbed helplessly before him for all to see.

"Once you have had something to eat Paulie, we'll get you into your uniform. You'll be happy to know it will minimize any unfeminine lines in your appearance." she smiled, obviously making reference to his aroused state.

It must have been late at night. Thank heaven, the halls were all but deserted. Only a few medical personnel were present. They seemed involved in their work and paid little attention to the pretty nurse and her blushing patient. The intersecting corridors seemed like a maze to Paul. Finally they reached a hall indicating 'Cafeteria' in crisp yellow letters. As they turned into the hall they almost walked into Dr. Madison.

"Oh! Please excuse us Doctor" cried the nurse.

"No problem Kathy. Oh, if it isn't our new patient. You're looking much

better than when I last saw you." she smiled.

The memory flooded back to Paul. He had refused to answer this woman when she had asked how he was feeling. He had been left writhing on his bed in unimaginable pain. Fear came back to his face as he now looked into the Doctor's deep intelligent eyes. So feminine, yet hauntingly powerful.

"Tell me, Paulie, how are you feeling now?" she smiled, realizing that to answer would be to humbly apologize for his earlier behaviour.

Paul realized it also. Never had he felt so humiliated as he did now, standing in front of this authoritative woman. His masculinity obvious under the pretty satin robe and the lacy petticoat. His ankles, femininely turned by the three inch high heels he was wearing. Suddenly his knees felt very weak.

"Much better Dr. Madison. Thank you." And it wasn't until he heard his nurse softly chuckle that he realized he was holding the hem of his robe in a delightful little curtsy.

"Such a pretty slip you're wearing" smiled the Doctor, knowingly. "But from the looks of things I think you need some panties." She winked at Nurse Thompson who was quick to explain.

"Paulie hasn't had anything to eat or drink in over two days. I thought

perhaps I would let him get something on his tummy before getting him into

his school uniform."

"I understand Kathy. That's a fine idea. Perhaps our little Paulie could use some sleep also." she smiled over her shoulder, continuing on her rounds.

"I'm so proud of you Paulie. Such a pretty curtsy! And you thought of it on your own." She leaned over to reward him with a soft kiss on the cheek.

As they entered the cafeteria, she suggested he continue to curtsy whenever entering or leaving a woman''s presence.

Nurse Thompson selected the food for both of them. Paul was thankful as

they approached a table. The unfamiliar heels made his feet and legs ache. He began to sit in one of the comfortable chairs.

"Poor Paulie. I haven't explained all the rules yet. A male never sits in public when a lady is present. Only when in private. And then only with permission. Do you understand Paulie?"

"Yes, Ma'am" he moaned, rising to eat the meal she had selected. She remained seated comfortably.

Before giving him his food, the nurse indicated he must say his mantra.

"I'm sorry, Nurse Thompson. I don't understand."

He only knew the pangs of hunger in his belly would not be put off for long.

"I know dear. Thats because I haven't explained it to you yet. Before each meal you must recite a little chant to remind yourself of your status as an inferior human being and that you are subject to your female superiors. Now repeat after me." And she proceeded to teach him the words he must say. Soon he had his mantra memorized.

"I am Paulie, a pretty sissy boy.

I long to be a woman's toy.

She will scold me, she will mold me.

All her wishes, I'll obey.

And from her hand, I'll never stray."

"Thats very nice Paulie. Now you may eat."

His meal consisted of a lean hamburger patty, small salad, two crackers, a glass of water and two vitamin tablets. But after two days without food it

tasted delicious. They were finished in less than ten minutes and on their

way.

As she led him to his room, she explained that he would be sharing it with another trainee. Thus he would have someone with whom he could share his feelings. Also, since his roommate was a senior student, he would set an example for Paulie, showing him the ropes, so to speak. Once again, as they walked, Paul could not overcome the sensuous feeling of the satin robe as it swished over his nylon petticoat. The swaying of his hips forced by the high heels made him hard, much to his embarrassment. Seeing his aroused state, the pretty nurse reached down with one hand, letting it caress the prominent tent.

"You`re really going to have to learn how to control yourself, Paulie. I think your new roommate will be able to give you some helpful hints.", she

smiled. "But it is nice to know you're going to enjoy your new role." she added with a little squeeze to his hardness.

Without the courtesy of a knock, Nurse Thompson removed the pass key from the pocket of her skirt and opened the door to what would be Paul's room. It was very small, but lavishly appointed. The decor left no doubt that this was a feminine habitat.

The thick cream colored carpet felt so soft under Paul's aching feet. The walls were tastefully done in a pink and white floral design. Although there were no visible windows, one complete wall was hung with pale pink chiffon

draperies. The translucent material framed a beautiful vanity with a lighted mirror. The vanity seat was antique white with gold trim, matching the rest of the furniture in the room. It was topped by a thick pink cushion and skirted with the same material as the draperies. The indirect lighting was

recessed around the creamy textured ceiling. It was controlled by a dimmer

switch just inside the door. The small single bed had a canopy also of pink chiffon.

Sitting there on the fluffy pink bedspread was what appeared to be a very pretty girl of about 20. Her shoulder length hair was pale yellow and sported a blue satin ribbon which exactly matched her lacy, knee length nightgown.

Paul noticed the creamy smooth softness of her well curved legs where they

emerged below the hem of her nighty. She smiled softly at the couple as they entered the room.

Upon seeing the nurse, the young girl immediately rose from the bed. She approached Nurse Thompson and knelt at her feet. She lifted the hem of the

Nurse's uniform skirt very slightly and kissed the hem of her petticoat. The Nurse smiled down at the pretty girl and touched her face.

"Good evening Pattie. I've brought you a friend. Paulie, meet Pattie, your new roommate."

Rising to her feet, the pretty young girl held the voluminous skirts of

her gown as she curtsied. "Pleased to meet you Paulie.", she smiled.

Without thought, Paul returned the curtsy. Observing the feminine gestures, Nurse Thompson smiled to herself. Mostly for Paul's benefit, she

began to describe their relationship.

"Pattie will be your constant companion during the first few weeks of your training, Paulie. You are to obey him as you would a woman. Do you understand?"

Paul's jaw dropped at the word "him". He couldn't believe this beautiful creature was another male.

"Uh... I uh don..."

Nurse Thompson grinned broadly at Paul's dismay.

"Yes Paulie, Pattie is a boy, just like you. He is very pretty. But don't you worry. Soon you will be just as pretty, if not more so."

"Well Pattie, don't just stand there. Make your roommate feel welcome!"

With that. Pattie took both of Paul's hands and kissed him on the cheek. Had he not been told that Pattie was a boy, Paul might have enjoyed the intimate greeting. The Nurse sensed his repulsion.

"Paulie, I want you do be friendly with Pattie. You're going to be eating, sleeping and learning together for more than four weeks. Now give Pattie a

big hug and tell him how happy you are to be under his control."

Paul hesitated just long enough to feel the pain returning. Quickly, he

gave the pretty boy a sisterly hug. "I'm so happy to be here", the nurse heard him whisper.

"That's much better" smiled the pretty nurse. "Now Pattie, perhaps you would like to help Paulie get cleaned up and ready for bed. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for him."

Taking his hand, Pattie lead Paul into the small, but nicely decorated bathroom. The nurse had a seat at the vanity, inspecting some of Pattie's things. Once in the bathroom, Paul felt rather uncomfortable as this pretty blond creature named Pattie began untying his satin robe. He blushed when Pattie complimented him on the lacy pink petticoat.

"It looks absolutely darling on you, Paulie" the feminine creature said

with a sincerity that made Paul wonder. "Now go to the potty if you must, while I begin your water. And don't forget to sit down." she smiled.

The perfumed bath was warm and felt wonderful as Paul settled into the tub. But he started as Pattie picked up the soft sponge and soap. As if he

was used to this sort of thing, Pattie began to soap him up all over. It was not hard for Paul to envision this lovely creature as a girl. He closed his eyes and relaxed. He was so tired and the soft warm hands felt soothing on

his aching body. He moaned softly to himself as Pattie used the sponge on his nipples. The soft hands soaped lower now, gently massaging his rigid member.

"Spread your legs, sweety", directed a soft voice. Whether it was the warm relaxing water or just that he was getting used to obeying, Paul allowed the soft hand to part his thighs. He moaned once again as he felt slim fingers

gently exploring his bottom. He felt a gentle, yet persistent probing but could not bring himself to resist. He was almost disappointed then as the hands moved lower down his thighs and finally to his feet. Then he heard the water draining from the tub.

He was brought sharply back to reality as he felt the cool spray of the

shower. Pattie giggled girlishly at his shocked expression.

"Time to get out now, Paulie. Nurse Thompson is waiting to tuck us in."

Pattie wrapped him in a huge fluffy white towel and began drying him all over. He made no comment on Paul's turgid member. But once again he seemed to spend more time than necessary on his chest. Paul was beginning to feel very sensitive in that area.

"Come along now Paulie. I have the prettiest pink nighty for you to wear to bed."

It was indeed the most feminine garment Paul had ever seen. An outer layer of diaphanous lace over soft shimmery satin. Paul shivered as the garment fell to just below his waist, leaving him bare below. Unable to hide his excitement, he felt so utterly exposed as the two pretty creatures straightened and smoothed the soft material about his body, their longer skirts tickling his naked thighs.

"You look so sweet!" exclaimed the nurse, "but this will never do", she

smiled, gripping his firmness. Pattie handed him the matching panties. He was quick to slip them on, thankful for the semblance of privacy. Pattie pulled them up tightly under the hem of his nighty, and with a feminine giggle, let the waist band snap. Paul shivered once again as he felt Nurse Thompson's hand gently stroking his bottom through the dual layers of lace and satin.

"I'm happy that you like your nighty, Paulie. But I'm afraid your going to have to get used to wearing feminine clothing. You must train yourself not to become hard. It will spoil the lines of your skirts."

Paul just stood there, completely embarrassed at being chided by the nurse in front of his beautiful roommate. It wouldn't be so bad, he thought, if we were alone. But to be castigated as an obviously happy sissy in front of the ultrafeminine Pattie was extremely humiliating.

Pattie simply smiled at his embarrassment and once again kissed him on the cheek. "I understand", he whispered into Paul's ear. Pattie then took his hand, holding it in a sisterly fashion. Paul thought it better not to resist as the pretty boy continued to hold his hand while Nurse Thompson smiled in amusement at the girlish jesture.

"Now its time for you boys to be getting to bed", she smiled, moving to

the dresser. Opening a small drawer, she removed a pretty pink ribbon which exactly matched Paul's nighty.

"Turn around, Paulie. For the first few nights you'll wear this ribbon at your wrists."

She tied his hands together behind his back, finishing with a pretty bow.

"You'll have to be very careful as you sleep tonight Paulie. In the morning I want to find your pretty ribbon exactly as it is now. If its not, I'm afraid things will be very hard for you." she smiled, turning him once

again to face her. "The ribbon will be a reminder that you are now completely dependent on others. It will help you develop the soft submissive attitude

that your future mate will find so attractive. If you need anything during

the night you will respectfully ask Pattie. Now I want both boys to kneel for a goodnight kiss."

Paul looked puzzled but knelt anyway, following Pattie's lead. The soft

skirts of their nighties billowed out to form pretty circlets of pink and blue. Nurse Thompson turned her backside to them. Paul was shocked as he watched Pattie lift the hem of her uniform and her beribboned petticoat. With great tenderness he then kissed Nurse Thompson's tightly pantied bottom leaving a trace of his pink lipstick on the shimmery white nylon. Paul hesitated only a moment before following the lead of his pretty roommate. The Nurse turned to face them with a satisfied smile on her lips.

"You're going to do just fine my little Paulie", she whispered. "And now to bed my pretties."

Rising to his feet first, Pattie helped Paul up and led him by his bound arms to the small single bed. Almost before he knew it Paul was in the bed on his side, facing the wall. He felt Pattie snuggling in behind him as the lights were turned off. The door closed with an ominous click. With his hands bound behind him, Paul soon discovered that Pattie was indeed a male. The voluminous skirts of Pattie's nightgown had hidden the rock hard shaft which now pressed from beneath the nightgown into his beribboned hands.

Paul felt totally helpless as Pattie's soft hands gently explored his person. He was thankful that the darkness hid the deep flush of his cheeks as he felt a hand at the front of his pretty pink panties. He knew that he was hard with excitement. And he was so embarrassed because Pattie also knew. After a gentle squeeze through the soft panties, Paul felt the hand move beneath the hem of his waist length nightgown. It moved gently over his tummy, upwards to where it stopped at his right nipple. The fingers began to carress and massage his chest, gently pulling and teasing the nipple. Paul

experienced feelings he had never before known.

At some point before sleep overcame him, he felt moist painted lips at his ear. "Sleep well, my happy Sissy", they whispered.

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In the future, after nuclear wars devastated the planet, The world is controlled by a dominant majority of females. Their society dictates that all males are property of society in retribution for making the wars that devastated civilizations. Males that are not already domesticated are captured, and re-trained into Glibs...Good Little Boys. They serve to propagate the species under strict feminine controls. All glibs wear pain receivers and all female adults have pain transmitters in an article of jewelry.

This is an attempt at continuing the original FEMCON1.TXT story written by Rachel Varga. [Cindy LeBeau] ____________________________________________________________ Chapter 3 - Indoctrination

Dr. Madison stared down at Pauly from behind thick glasses with unblinking eyes. "My pretty Pauly, Do you know why I have had you brought here?"

Pauly lay on a paper-covered stainless steel exam table, naked, bound down to the table back side down, legs in stirrups with thigh supports that clasped his legs to them at his knees. The room was brightly lit, and standing around him were nine devastatingly gorgeous women. Pauly was sedated and could not articulate a response, though he understood what Dr. Madison had just said.

"Ladies, as you know, captured males are placed here to be re-trained for society and to discharge them Primary Dominants. This has to be completed by law within only 2 weeks. Most males accomplish this beautifully with just pain receivers, hypno-therapy, and hormones. In fact,",Dr. Madison interrupted her own lecture to smile sweetly at Paul McPhereson and said, "Pauly, here, has some little breasts already."Regaining her expressionless face, Dr. Madison said,"A few are more difficult and require more to change them into good little boys. While physical pain is useful, mental conditioning is more important. By associating pain and pleasure to the subject, he will be very receptive to accepting the new traits we impose. Here we use pleasure of the most intense kind, and is at always administered under female control. Note the subject is bound."She applied rubber gloves to both hands and spread a creamy sweet smelling lotion all over Paul's genitals. He became erect within seconds.

Paul's head had been propped so his eyes rested on the mirror that Dr. Madison had carefully positioned, making Paul's nearly hairless genitalia visible to him with a background of soft, pretty women. His feelings of pleasure grew , overwhelming his consciousness. Dr. Madison's hand stroked his anatomy as she spoke to the class,"When in the Primary Dominant's custody, the male will be expected to donate sperm for credit to his P.D.'s New World Bank account when and how the female sees fit. It is part of their indoctrination here, to expect this. Petticoating, and dominance are reliable methods of generating such donations." Looking at Pauly she frowned,"This penis has hair growth, and must be kept free of that in the future Pauly. Please do not disregard what I am telling you." She stroked twice more and turned to the class. "I will now shave the subject's remaining pubic hair. Castrations can't be done unless all pubic hair is gone".

Paul McPhereson nearly passed out when he heard this. He felt the shaving blade scrape the tiny growth of hair that he hadn't removed lately. He remembered that Patti, his roommate had reminded him to take care of this. Was this what had brought him here? He really couldn't think well, his mind was so clouded by the sedative. The stroking resumed and blocked out thinking on his part.

"Removing the subject's testicles is reserved only for severe rebellion cases only as it is a waste of their reproductive capacity. I will extract some semen as a demonstration, ladies. Notice I am inflicting pain simultaneously." she said pinching her pendant. "The combination will always make a subject submit, both to avoid severe pain and to receive intense pleasure." Dr. Madison stroked Paul deftly and collected his output in a specimen container as she held the pendent necklace that activated Paul's pain receiver. Reproduction had to be legislated in the New World Government. With a female to male ratio of 10 to one, competition among the adult female population for a male consort was too much to leave un-regulated. The New World Reproduction Regulation Act of 2156 had changed everything. Male sperm was the exclusive property of the State. It was artificially inseminated into specially chosen women after careful genetic screening and enhancement.

Males were being tested for bearing children in research experiments. But all males were legally responsible for the day to day raising of offspring. Meals, laundry, nursing, etc. were strictly male roles to be performed according to his female dominant or Primary Dominant,(P.D.), a social equivalent to the 19th century husband.

Paul writhed in convulsions of pain/pleasure. He heard Dr. Madison's voice as though nothing else external to him ever existed.

"The female must always be in control. Good little boys obey and respect females. Good little boys like dressing up for their female superiors.Good little boys like silk, nylons, smoothness and laciness. Now Pauly, tell us all that you will be a good little boy and I will release you."

Pauly meekly said, "I will be a good little boy." and noticed a reduction in his pain immediately.Dr. Madison then undid the restraints and helped the fresh shaven lad to sit up and face the class. "Good, sugar. You're learning not to resist. Now say, 'I will obey my female superiors at all times.' and I will give you something to put on and cover yourself."

Again, Pauly numbly said, "I will obey my female superiors at all times." Again he noticed a reduction in pain. Dr. Madison handed the humbled lad a pair of silky tap pants, a matching training bra, a wig and 3" heels that had been carefully chosen to fit him.

She gently helped him into the feminine things.She motioned him off the table onto the floor and said "Your makeup's a mess, Pauly, how will you ever make a Primary Dominant happy if you don't fix your face, sugar? Now you've been through enough that I will allow you to curtsy for everyone here instead of kiss each of our skirt hems."

Pauly curtseyed to Dr. Madison and her class noticing that every time he submitted, a level of the pain was removed. He only wanted to feel good again.

"You may go to your room, now, pretty-Pauly", Dr, Madison said softly.

Nurse Thompson appeared and helped steady Pauly, glib candidate, on his heels."Little Pauly. You started out so well, here at the Institute. Please, don't take any more detours,sugar plum. Come on lets get you out of here lollipop."

Several woman noticed the pained face that Pauly had as he and Nurse Thompson walked through the halls, one of Nurse Thompson's hands on Pauly's shoulder, and her other hand on Pauly's pantied bottom. Back in the room he shared with Patty, Nurse Thompson touched her earring which cut all Pauly's pain and said, "Pauly dear, stop fighting it.. you really must admit that you like being a girl. You might as well admit it, sweet cakes, your almost one of us girls now, except in one way", she smiled sardonically and stroked his half erect member to full stature. Nurse Thompson then put both of her soft pink painted hands on Pauly's shoulders and gently pushed the sedated and hormoned lad down into a casual chair. Paul McPhereson just put his head down and cried, staring into his own lap. He never expected this when he was captured only a week ago.She rubbed her long nyloned legs together as she perched on her heels and bent her knees so her cleavage closely enveloped Paul McPhereson's line of sight. Smiling, She deftly removed the boy's lacy silk tap pants and exposed his hairless stimulated part to the cool air conditioned air. She stoked it, raising its stiffness. "Tell me how much you're going to like being a girl, pretty Pauly, or I'll stop." she said, stroking the frustrated she/male."Come on pretty girl, tell me you want to be a girl or I'll stop."

"I want to be a girl" Pauly gasped, in the paroxysms of pleasure. "Tell me you enjoy dressing like a girl and serving woman.", she said, her sweet perfume filling Pauly's retrained nostrils.

"I l-l-like dressing like a g-girl. I want t-to always please females.", Paul murmured. "That's right sweetie, your a good little boy". "Ahhhhh!", cried Pauly gasping as he filled Nurse Thompson's specimen container with another payload. Nurse Thompson stood up, sealed the warm container and placed it into her skirt pocket. She gave the shemale a mild stimulant mixed with female hormones. Pauly barely felt the prick in his smooth thigh. The pretty young nurse stroked his denuded genitals twice more , saying, "Don't allow any hair to grow there again, Pauly... Dr. Madison meant what she said and I may spot check you." She laid an outfit of denim skirt, pantyhose and frilly blouse on Pauly's bed. "You can get dressed now and go back to your beauty shop class,sugar. You'll have some more hypno-therapy before bed time. Your Primary Dominant will pick you up in 10 days if you're a good little boy. Bye, for now, pretty Pauly!" Nurse Thompson shut off the lights and Paul heard the door click after she left. Paul McPhereson got dressed slowly, realizing that his life was never going to be the same.