Crossdressing Erotica | The Feminisation of Mickey

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What is The Feminisation of Mickey about?

Mick Fincher has a surprise coming. He’s to be sissified, primped and preened and hypnotised into becoming a beautiful, obedient she-male slave.

His wife and stunning Dominatrix Bernadette decide enough is enough when Mick loses his job and becomes a burden. They hatch a plan to trap him in a web of femininity, which will ultimately end in him working as the perfect sissy secretary to Mistress Bernadette.

Before he knows it, Mick has become Michelle who likes nothing more than wearing her sexiest lingerie and driving all the men wild.

The Feminisation of Mickey by erotic author Emma LaVerne is a tour de force of sissification, female domination, corporal punishment and ultimate sissy heaven that dommes, doms and subs will all enjoy.

Excerpt: 

Mrs Bacon came into his room at six the next morning carrying clothes on a hanger. As he sat there in the baby doll, she took the curlers out of his hair and brushed it out. Mick went to the bathroom and washed and then returned to put himself under her expert hand. 

 She applied a light foundation to his face, then eyeliner and shadow with a hint of blusher on the cheeks and finally swept a dark pink gloss over his lips. She brushed his hair again and let him look in the mirror. 

No one would know that Mick Fincher wasn't really a girl. 

He let out a gasp of amazement. His breasts seemed to have swelled even more overnight and they fitted snugly into the cream bra that Mrs Bacon made him put on. He slipped on the panties and a garter belt and rolled some black 10 denier stockings up his legs. The sensation rippled over his flesh and made him feel absolutely wonderful. Mrs Bacon then handed Mick a sheer blouse and he buttoned it up with nervous fingers. You could see the bra through the material and he thought it was far too risqué. 

 "It's very feminine," she said. "All girls like to show a little underwear. The boys like it too.” 

She gave him a knee length pencil skirt and he stepped into it and zipped up the back. It was a perfect fit, tight enough to enhance his figure, showing off his hips, but it wasn't uncomfortable. He put on a pair of 3 inch court shoes and she made him walk up and down the room until she was confident his movements were entirely feminine. Finally she clipped on some earrings and put a thin silver chain with a heart pendant around his neck. She sprayed a little musk over him. 

Mrs Bacon led Mick over to the full-length mirror again and he was even more amazed at what he saw. He looked pretty and sophisticated. He looked like a young woman about to go to the office. Mrs Bacon gave him a jacket in the same design as the skirt and he looked every inch the sexy little secretary. 

My God, if Aunt Rae could see him now. 

It was nearly half seven before he was ready, standing in the hallway a leather bag over his shoulder. 

"I can't do it," Mick said. "I can't." Panic welled up inside him. 

He could feel the clothes clinging to his body in an ever present reminder of his femininity. He looked at himself in the hall mirror. 

 "Yes you can." Mrs Bacon opened the front door. 

The cool morning air wrapped around his stockings. She took his hand and led him out onto the step. He was about to object again when the door slammed behind him. Crafty Mrs Bacon shouted from behind: “You look beautiful, now go!” 

He stood there wracked with fear as people moved along the street below. He looked down, his nipples standing out beneath the sheer material of his bra and blouse. He pulled his jacket tight across his chest and folded his arms. 

Get a grip, Mick told himself and stepped down onto the street. His heels clicked furiously on the concrete and he felt that the world and all its friends looking at him. The tight pencil skirt clung to his thighs and his hair flounced over his shoulders. He could taste the lipstick around his mouth and smell the sweetness of his perfume. 

The street ahead seemed a million miles long, each step taking Mick further from the sanctuary of Mrs Bacon’s Guesthouse and into the terrible unknown. He walked slowly, taking girlish steps, holding the bag with one hand and flexing the wrist of his other as Mrs Bacon had taught him. 

He kept expecting to hear the scream of laughter, tried to let it all go and just immerse himself in femininity. 

There were five people at the bus stop. A man looked Mick up and down as if he was undressing him in his mind. Mick turned away and feigned interest in something across the road. The bus approached and he climbed aboard with the rest of the workers only this time as Michelle, a pretty girl in a smart business suit. In his most feminine voice, he asked for a return ticket. The bus driver smiled and took his money. 

Mick looked down the rows of seats. Was everyone looking at him? Were they all trying not to laugh? Someone was going to stand up in a moment, point and scream abuse at him. 

His face flushed as he walked carefully to a seat and the bus lurched forward. He stumbled. Brushed against a swarthy looking man in a boiler suit. Said sorry under his breath and managed to find a seat. 

The journey took forever. A business woman sat down next to Mick and began leafing through a copy of Cosmo. The man opposite, who had been at the bus stop, insisted on continuing to undress Mick with his eyes. He pulled his knees tight together. He should have brought a book to bury his head in. He looked down at the woman’s magazine. There was an article on how to please your man. Was that what awaited him now? The woman got up and then a man got on and slumped down beside Mick. He didn’t seem to be able to take his eyes off the pretty girl’s knees. 

Finally they got to his stop and Mick got up, said excuse me to the man but had to squeeze past him to get out. Did he just touch my leg? Mick nearly shrieked out loud. He hurried to the front of the bus and then was rushing across the road to the office, his pretty wiggling behind making eyes pop and tongues hang out. 

But, his ordeal was only just beginning Bernadette stood by his desk, grinning as he entered, dark lipstick painted in a crimson gash across her mouth. She wore one of her long black jackets and leather trousers. The toes of her boots glistened like oil pools. 

 "Well, well," she said. "What a pretty little sissy you are?" Her eyes pierced deep into Mick’s dwindling male psyche, dealing it a fatal blow. 

Want to read the whole story? 

Buy The Feminisation of Mickey at Barne's and Noble for Nook here.

 Available on iPhone, iPad, iPod touch, and Mac.

Or read it now on Lulu. Just use your pretty little sissy finger to click HERE.