![]() ![]() As we all stood panting on the landing struggling to recover our breaths, Nancy peered enviously into our study and sighed breathlessly. Normally our tight corsets would not now have caused us to run out of breath for we had become accustomed to taking shallow little effeminate breaths, but the additional task of hauling our luggage up the stares had taken much extra effort. Fortunately though, they now shared the same landing for they had been moved down from the junior landing on the upper floor. Poor Nancy and Delilah still had to endure a dormitory with four other girls and they glanced enviously at our 2 bed roomed study. We watched until she disappeared through a door at the far end of the corridor then we turned to our tasks of carrying our luggage up to our rooms. We smiled as Davinia struggled to keep up with the mistress as her knee-length corset forced her to take delicate little effeminate steps while her heels clicked noisily on the tiled floor of the long corridor. Eventually one of the Mistresses turned up, studied Davinia and spoke to Auntie Bev.Īuntie Bev spoke briefly to explain the circumstances and Davinia was led away. Just before lunch we arrived at the school and gaily tumbled out of the minibuses as we renewed old acquaintances. We all giggled at Davinia’s complaint then resumed chattering and giggling as we anticipated returning to school. It’s too tight.” Whimpered Davinia as though this might somehow persuade Auntie Bev to stop the minibus and slacken her corset laces. “Are you alright in the back darling?” Asked Auntie Bev. Consequently she sat silent and fearful in the back and utterly unable to escape from the minibus. After several feinting attacks and fits of the vapours, poor Davinia had reluctantly been forced to suffer her constrained condition even though she hated it. ![]() Poor Davinia had several times struggled furiously against her corseting but had quickly run short of breath as the tight bodice utterly constrained her breathing. We now considered him as a girl and referred to him as she or her. As a consequence, Davinia was still a boy and he desperately wanted to rebel against his feminisation but his tight corset utterly prevented any violent struggles that might invoke breathlessness. The school doctor had yet to examine her and determine the correct dosages. There had not been time to have her seen to by Auntie Bev’s doctor. David, or Davinia as we called her now, had not even started hormones yet. Occasionally we glanced back at him but he seemed particularly subdued as he struggled to accustom his body to the rigours of his corset. Janice and we three sissies chattered away gaily whilst in the back, David the young Gypsy boy sat silent and pale. In the front minibus, Victoria, Jemima, Angelica and Sophia sat with Auntie Jamie and most of the luggage whilst we younger ones shared the second minibus with Aunty Beverly. I could almost feel my nipples tingling with anticipation as Auntie’s Beverly and Jamie drove us schoolwards Nancy, Delilah and I were particularly excited for this was the year we entered middle school and were finally inducted into the sissy herd. September found our group filling two minibuses as we returned to Mistress Janet’s Academy for young Ladies. John and Simone Davinia’s older gypsy brother and sister, Sophia and Angelica Victoria and Jemima’s friends.ĭavinia. My dining companion and mentor at Mistress Janet’s Academy. Miss Stern Miranda’s mistress who owns the shop. Mistress Janet Headmistress of the young lady’s academyĭoctor Shirley Williams. 'You can't please all the people all of the time.' Yes, I have to say there is forced feminisation, forced sissification and forced bimboisation in this chapter but, as the man said. Hope all you sissy lovers enjoy this chapter. ![]() (Go to my blog for piccies!) So I'm recharged and ready to fly. Just got back from Manchester Sparkle where I had a screamingly good time. Here we finally get to learn of the Sissy farm and bimboisation preocedures. ![]()
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