It was the feeling of a constant roller coaster ride that Paul felt in his head as he slowly regained consciousness. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, the world still swaying for him. Step by step his vision became clearer and he was able to orient himself again, but he was stunned. In a large concrete hall with no windows, 20 stretchers with boys his age lay neatly arranged next to each other. Some were still unconscious, others were already sitting up and staring at the LED lights on the ceiling. Only now did Paul realize that he had lost his clothes. He sat there in a soft burgundy bathrobe, which he found most comfortable, which bore the inscription " Pauline DeFoure " sewn in gold across the chest.
He kept looking around. No one seemed to have any idea how you got here or why you are here. His thoughts circled in his head, his emotions ebbed and flowed between fear, homesickness and excitement. This emotional explosion in his head was abruptly ended by a loud buzzer that made the cold concrete room vibrate.
After the sound, two doors suddenly opened out of the wall; from the first door stepped a tall, slender, black-haired woman wearing glasses so tight that her face alone could be the original definition of dominance. She was wearing a tight black latex skirt that reflected the light from the LED lamps . The muscular men in pink suits were standing behind her again, which briefly gave Paul a little aggressive thought. Everything was silent. Then the woman started talking: "So girls! I'm Madame Dubois! For you, my name is just "Madam", I hope you understand that! You don't know why you're here, but we do! We had you constantly monitored at your old schools and found out that you are not really like the other big and strong boys but little female sissys. Some of you will have discovered this for yourself, some have yet to awaken this side of their personality like Sleeping Beauty from their sleep. You're not here to be girls, you're here to be sissies; however, it all requires rigorous discipline, self-control, and daily practice. We will support you with all our strength. If you obey us, your time here will be very pleasant, but if you refuse any training, there will of course be consequences!
Enough talking, before we hand you clothes, you will learn the most important element of self-control: the belt!" Madam Dubois lifted up a sort of pink latex panties, more in the shape of an oversized diaper and attached to had an air valve on the right side like a beach ball.
"You will enter this room one after the other, it is the gateway to your new sissy world. There the belt is put on for you, it is an inflatable diaper that should prevent any masturbation actions from you sissy. Rule #1: "Only a celibate sissy is a good sissy" Remember that! At the same time, until you get enough estrogen from us, these panties complement your hitherto non-existent female tackle. So let's begin. You! Come here!" Madam Dubois finger pointed at Paul and he could feel the finger stabbing him, yet he slowly put one foot in front of the other until he was standing in front of her. "Name?" asked Madam Dubois.
"Paul DeFou..." - "No, again!" she interrupted him harshly.
"Paul DeF..." - "PAULINE! You are now PAULINE DeFoure! Paul is now non-existent. Behind this door there will be only one more Pauline! Rule number 2: "Sissys only wear their sissy names!" So, take off your robe and come in!" Paul swallowed, slowly, somewhat embarrassed, he took off his soft robe and stepped into the cold, round airlock, which was more like a shower remembered. The door closed automatically with a soft between and he could hear it sealing itself. No sooner had this happened than automatic robotic arms came from above and below, holding his hands and feet. He also felt a cold iron chest strap pinning him from behind. He felt the ground open up beneath him, he wanted to look down, but he felt his neck also become fixed, forcing him to look straight ahead. He felt the feel of latex on his feet , which was slowly pulled up between his legs until the panties hung snugly on his hips. Before he could realize it, he heard the sound of an air pump beneath him, feeling the pink panties billow out and slightly stimulating his genitals.
Then everyone loosened his bonds and he was able to stand on his own two feet again. When he looked down at himself , he saw an 8cm thick inflated diaper on his body, which was surprisingly comfortable to touch. Before he could enjoy it, the door in front of him opened and another lady appeared. "Welcome Sissy, this is where your new life begins!"
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The new Sissy Academy
FantasyPaul drops out of his high school due to bullying from his classmates; However, before he can look for a new high school himself, a confirmation of acceptance for the "Superior International States School of Indiana" (SISI) is in his mailbox that s...