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Brief story summary: Mummy feminises son Denis(e) from birth. She, Denise, was born with a penis but in spite of that, she has always been a little girl like her two slightly older sisters. Mummy was/is a great believer in Strict/Extreme Corporal Punishment in Disciplining her c***dren and does so on a regular basis with the help of her pharmacist friend Mrs Nugent. All punishments however are lovingly although not sparingly applied and are implemented solely for the c***dren’s own good. That Mummy and Mrs Nugent also get pleasure from the disciplining is not the main purpose of the exercise but only an added bonus as it ensures that they are extremely diligent in their practice.
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Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2010 09:37:57 +0000 (GMT)
From: Bi-Bill Subject: Denise Femboy (TG)

Denis(e) Femboy
By Susanna

This is a semi-biographical description of my c***dhood or to be more
accurate it is a description of my younger brother’s upbringing,
Feminisation and Disciplining at the hands of my mother, my sister and
myself. It will perhaps go some way to explain my interest in all things
sexual and why stories of BDSM, Feminisation, Enema, Watersports etc turn
me on so much. Actually it is more about Mummy’s feminisation of him that I
write and it will perhaps explain in some small way my own reasons for
feminising my own little boy. Both my brother and my little boy were both
called Denis at birth but as I myself done some years later, our brother
soon became “Denise” as did my own boy. It was Mummy rather than Daddy who
brought us up for the most part but more of that later.

Let me tell you about my own experience with my brother Denis or “Denise”
as we (Mummy and my older sister Celia) now call him/her. I will refer to
him as a female from now on as almost since birth we have all helped
feminise him and she was happier as a little girl than she could possibly
ever have been as the naughty little boy that she threatened to grow
into. Actually she is a very subservient loving little girl who simply
adores us all and is always willing to please us in any way that we may
require of her even to this present day. Alas, this was not always the case
as my little story clearly demonstrates.

You see shortly before Denise (Denis) was born our father was killed in a
tragic road accident. As a result of this Denise of course has neither
knowledge or memory of our father and as for Celia and I, well I have only
very vague recollections and even Celia cannot remember much about him
either. I do believe though that he was a very loving father and husband
who simply doted on both our mother and ourselves. Our mother also was and
still is a very loving caring parent although she is I must admit a very
strict disciplinarian with a firm belief in Corporal Punishment as a
deterrent to the bad behaviour of c***dren. Although as c***dren we were
subjected to varying degrees of CP it was always (a) well deserved, (b)
always applied with love, (c) only done for our own good and only on very
rare occasions was any excess or undue severity of punishment applied. Of
course we didn’t appreciate all of this at the time but now as adults we
are truly
understanding of its necessity and thus very appreciative of its merits.

As you can well imagine for Celia and me it was a totally new experience
having a new baby in the house. Celia of course had been around when I was
born but she was too young then to fully appreciate the situation. Now
though we were both in awe of the new arrival and for us who had only ever
experienced living in an all girl environment, a little brother was a very
novel idea indeed. We were absolutely enamoured of our very own new little
live “doll”. I refer to Denise as a “doll” because to us little girls he
(or “she” as we were soon to come to regard her as) was just that. She was
just another little plaything differing only from our toy dolls in that she
was a living breathing little thing. We were enthralled by everything about
her and we would both spend hours simply gazing open-mouthed at her as she
lay in her cot asleep or nuzzling and suckling at Mummy’s engorged nipples
and milk-filled breasts. We were totally in wonderment at
this method of feeding and at first we couldn’t understand exactly what
was going on. Mummy explained to us that Denise received her much needed
food and nourishment through those enormous breasts and she even allowed
Celia and me to suckle her and to taste her life giving nectar. We of
course as mere c***dren wanted to do this every time that Denise was being
fed but Mummy would only allow us this privilege on rare occasions when we
were particularly good and not disobedient or naughty. I actually believe
that we were now beginning to get quite jealous of Denise as we were too
young to understand that breast-feeding was only for babies. We began I
think to feel excluded from our mother’s love and we began to resent the
attention paid to our new sibling. It didn’t stop us loving our little
boygirl however but I fear that the green-eyed monster, jealousy, was
beginning to rear its ugly head. That may in some way explain the rather
cruel ways in
which we were later to treat our lovely little c***d-doll much to my later
shame and mortification. Celia also harbours a great sense of shame and
doubt over certain aspects of our bullying of our little sibling at times
due I think to this jealousy that we harboured believing wrongly that
Denise was Mummy’s favourite as she denied us the same access to her
nutritious breast mounds that she accorded Denise. Still though although we
were at times a little cruel to our little “sister” for most of the time we
were just loving, caring, and protective of her.

When she arrived home from the hospital with Mummy we were so in awe of
Denise or Denis as she then was that we were actually afraid to pick her up
or even touch her. She looked so tiny, delicate and frail and yet so
absolutely beautiful that we feared that we might hurt her simply by gazing
at her. Imagine our sheer wonderment that first time that Mummy put her to
her to her breast. Can you begin to understand our feelings at the first
sight of her naked? As you will no doubt understand we had no knowledge of
male genitalia and we were simply awestruck at the sight of her tiny little
male appendage. We were even more amazed the first time that she urinated
through this (to us) mysterious little attachment and not through a little
slit between her legs as Celia and I did. In fairness to Mummy she did
explain to us all about male and female genitalia and the differences
between the sexes but we of course were much too young to apprehend quite
what she
told us. She also explained about breast feeding and other associated baby
things but again I think that we could hardly understand little if anything
of what she told us. Nonetheless within a day or so we overcome our initial
nervousness about touching Denise and natural c***dish curiosity took
over. Indeed we at first began to poke and prod at her and eventually under
the close supervision of Mummy we even ventured to pick her up. Oh what joy
that brought to us both. I can still remember even now the thrill of
feeling her warm little body close as I kissed, cuddled and squeezed her
warm, breathing little body. She was even better than any toy doll we had
ever had and Celia and I never tired of hugging and loving her and it was
with great reluctance that we allowed Mummy to take her from us and feed
and place her in her cot etc. We didn’t understand at this early stage of
our lives that a baby needed plenty of sleep and regular feeding although
feeding was always a source of great pleasure to us and even more so if
Mummy decided to treat us also to a portion of her milk. Thanks to Denise I
can still remember the warmth, love and closeness of Mummy during these
rare occasions when she allowed us to suckle at her breast. We had already
been breast fed as infants but we obviously had no recollection of this
having been mere infants at the time. I can still almost taste Mummy’s
sweet nutritious life-giving liquid food and to this day I would simply
love to suckle on the nipple of a milk-filled breast. It is something that
I have actually done on a number of occasions with some of my pregnant
girlfriends and even with my bi-sexual friends who have been pregnant or
even given birth. I did mention I think that I myself am in fact bi-sexual
as indeed is Celia with I think possibly a stronger leaning towards women
rather than men. This may in some way explain my fascination with “girly”
“sheboy” males rather than masculine types whom I find both vain and
boring although I do confess that I use them for various sexual activities
at times. To me though my ideal is a beautiful girl or a feminised shemale
that I can dominate and love at the same time. I also love the idea of
enforced orgasm denial for penis adorned feminine ladyboy types but the
more masculine types I feel are more suited to the more cruel side of my
nature in which I admit I love to take pleasure in beating these b**sts
rather than loving them in the way that Mummy loved Celia, Denise and
me. Oh what a complicated lady I am I hear you asking yourself. I admit
that at times I may be somewhat of a contradiction in terms as I Do Love
Penis and at the same time I simply Adore Vagina. However I love even more
the assimilation/marriage/integration of the two, namely; a lovely little
boygirl who in spite of her male part is also a very loving, faithful,
feminine possibly submissive, obedient and subservient
maid/lover/plaything/wife/sperm donator (if needed/required) and one on
whom I can lavish all the love that lies within me with (hopefully) the
reciprocation of my ideal little baby/girlboy/lover/partner albeit slightly
lower status partner as I am incurably a rather dominant lady.

However to get back to Denise. As she grew Celia and I were more and more
fascinated by the difference between her body and ours. Of course this was
NOT in any way sexual as we were far too young to experience anything of a
sexual nature. No! This was mere c***dish curiosity of the kind experienced
by all c***dren who have siblings of the opposite gender to
themselves. While she was still a nappy-wearing baby we were allowed to
change her and on occasions we would tweak and perhaps flick at her tiny
little male part which now with hindsight was more similar to a female
clitoris rather than a male penis. Of course testicles were not kaçak iddaa in evidence
at this stage but very soon we began to question why she didn’t have a
little slit down there like Celia, Mummy and I had. Mummy did of course
explain to us as best she could but at our age it simply went right over
our heads. We were very happy though to change, oil, powder and pamper our
lovely little sister
and Mummy fully approved and encouraged us to openly show our love and
affection for our “little doll” who grew ever sweeter by the day.

Within a few months of her birth Denise began to first crawl, then stand,
albeit on shaky little legs until finally she took her first tentative
steps cheered on and encouraged by the rest of us. Soon she was almost as
mobile as we and we were truly amazed at her progress. Mummy began now to
dress her in my old clothes and she was a really lovely little
she-girl-baby sister. It was only much later when Denise began school at a
boy’s establishment that she was allowed to wear boy’s attire. Then later
still when it became blatantly obvious that she was in fact more feminine
than masculine and would never fit in with other boys that Mummy managed
with the help of a friend of her who was headmistress at the local girls’
school to have her enrolled as a girl in the school. Throughout her school
years her little secret was never discovered by anyone at the school except
for the chosen few teachers who in fact had direct contact with her. Celia
and I of
course knew but we didn’t divulge her secret either preferring to keep it
to ourselves. Even in gym and games classes she managed to conceal her
hidden male part and although I am sure that some of the other girls did at
times suspect that all was not as it appeared none of them actually guessed
at the real truth. Even in the showers she managed to keep her secret and
later with the help of a woman pharmacist she even grew her own pert little
breasts complete with darkened aureole and solid little nipples.

As she grew older Denise began to experience erections. She was still
extremely young when this first occurred and Celia and I who had never seen
an erect penis before were both fascinated and mystified by this
phenomena. Her pencil thick little appendage would harden and stand out
from her slim feminine body. Again we were naturally curious about this but
not in a sexual way as we were still far too young to comprehend what was
happening to our little sister. In fact it was I who first brought it to
the attention of Mummy one day when I was bathing Denise that I noticed
that her little pencil was standing up rigidly. She could have been no more
than six or seven years old at the time and it was when I made her stand up
so that I could sponge her all over that it occurred. I had her tiny penis
in my hand and was gently soaping it when I felt it quiver and tremble as I
gently massaged it. Then it suddenly hardened and sprung up strongly as I
continued to
clean it as I had been taught to. I dried her off and brought her into the
front room where Mummy and Celia were watching television. I removed the
towel from around her and showed Mummy her rigid little penis. Mummy seemed
to get a little angry and immediately she flicked the very tip of the penis
with her finger causing it to soften right away. She then hiked up her
short skirt to her waist and pulled Denise across her naked thighs and
proceeded to give her a sound bare buttock spanking calling her a dirty
little girl as she applied her hand to the twin trembling orbs. She then
told Celia to fetch her clothes brush from her bedroom and she finished
punishing Denise with the smooth backside of the brush. Denise was then
ordered to stand in the corner with her reddened buttocks on display until
it was time for her bed. We, Celia and I, couldn’t understand what Denise
had done to merit the chastisement but nonetheless we were delighted to
witnessed it and we just couldn’t take our eyes of Denise’s beautifully
glowing posterior as she stood naked and sobbing in the corner.

It was soon after this that Mummy caught Denise spying on Celia and myself
as we prepared for bed in the room we both shared. Again to our delight
Denise was spanked severely and we were allowed to witness her distress. As
I have said Mummy was and still is a firm believer in Corporal Punishment
and we all three of her c***dren were regularly disciplined in this way
with the severity of the spanking, caning, or in extreme cases whipping
being determined by the enormity of our “crime”. These beatings were very
rare however as on the whole we were three very good little girls. However
every Saturday night following our bath and weekly enemas we all three of
us were subjected to an over the knee mandatory spanking just as a reminder
to us of who was in charge of the household and as a reminder of the
consequences of misbehaviour. These spankings were never painful and were
always lovingly applied with Mummy constantly telling us how much she loved
us as
she applied the “punishment”. We all enjoyed this ritual every week. We
would be pulled over Mummy’s bare thighs and our skirts would be pulled up
around our waists. Then as we wriggled and squirmed a fair but firm
spanking would be bestowed on each of us in turn prior to our bedtime. I
can still remember with pleasure the warmth of Mummy’s body as she held me
firmly over her naked thighs whilst applying this very pleasant warming
discipline. Our panties or knickers would of course be either lowered to
our ankles or removed altogether during this ritual spanking. She would
also caress and knead our buttocks and run a finger up and down the cleft
between our buttocks but only rarely did she push a finger or maybe two
into our exposed orifices. We would all witness each others spankings and
looking back at it now I believe that even at an early age we did
experience something of a sexual or sensual nature.

>From the time she was a very small baby Denise had become a plaything for
Celia and I. We never tired of dressing, undressing and generally treating
her as our very own living, breathing little doll. Mummy encouraged us in
this and she allowed us free rein in our treatment of our little sister. We
played all sorts of games and lived out various fantasy role-playing games
that we invented with Denise always as the helpless one depending solely on
us. We played doctors and nurses with Denise usually as the patient who
would need to be examined and inspected by “Dr Celia” with me in attendance
as her nurse. This would inevitably mean probing and prodding at our little
patient and sometimes the intimate intrusion into her rear orifice which
would be deeply explored by one or both of us. She would sometimes become
hard when involved in these games but of course we didn’t understand the
significance of that at the time due to our tender years. Sometimes
too we played Mummies and Daddies with Denise invariably being cast as the
naughty little girl who usually needed to be spanked for some real or
imagined misdemeanour. Celia and I usually took it in turns to be either
Daddy or Mummy and more likely than not we would both participate in
whatever punishment was deemed necessary for the “crime” committed by our
little sibling.

On one particular day it was decided that Denise had merited a severe
spanking and I was the one lucky enough to apply it. I took her by the hand
and laid her across my bare thighs as Mummy had done so many times to all
of us. I raised her little short skirt up around her waist and proceeded to
pull down her tight little panties thus exposing her rounded little
buttocks. Holding her firmly with one hand I positioned her in such a way
as to have her buttocks high in the air allowing me ample space and an easy
target to chastise. I gently kneaded and stroked her twin mounds running my
finger up and down her buttock cleft as I did so. I prised her buttock
cheeks apart but did not attempt to push a finger into her opening. Instead
I peered closely into her interior and invited Celia to do the same. Then I
proceeded to spank her but not too severely just enough to redden and sting
her exposed buttocks.

I was so engrossed in spanking her lovely twin buttocks that I hardly
noticed that Denise’s little pencil penis had hardened and was rubbing
against my thighs as I punished her squirming wriggling posterior. Then it
happened! Denise’s body suddenly seemed to go completely rigid and
stiff. Then I felt a rush of hot sticky liquid gush from her male part and
cover my naked thighs. She was shuddering and trembling all over with what
I later came to realise was her first ejaculation. I reacted angrily and
pushed her off of my lap. Her little cock was dripping with her goo much to
the delight of Celia who thought that the whole thing was simply
hilarious. I was less amused however as the clammy substance began to go
cold on my naked thighs.

“Make her lick it all up,” Celia cried delightedly. “Make her clean up her
own filth with her tongue.”

I immediately grabbed Denise by the back of her neck and forced her down to
the offending emissions that covered my exposed inner thighs and ordered
her to clean it up or else face unspeakable consequences. Denise applied
herself to the task without complaint as she was by now well trained into
doing what she was told without question. When she had finished cleaning
her filth from me, I again returned to spanking her and then I threatened
to tell Mummy if she ever dared do it again. Now the point of this story is
that at the time I am certain that Denise was only about eight or nine
years old . I find it difficult to believe that let’s say a boy of about
twelve would not at least achieve erection if not ejaculation if naked in
the presence of a young girl or woman who may be putting a nappy on him or
even just spanking him especially when it necessitates the handling of his
genital area. I merely mention this as I have read numerous stories where
young boys are being punished and yet few of them seem to get aroused. I
am sure it happens on a regular basis.

>From an early age Mummy insisted on inspecting our panties and knickers at
least once daily. She always paid particular attention to the crotch of
these garments and although we did not at first know what it was she was
looking for, we soon enough realised that she was on the lookout for
inappropriate staining which might indicate impurity of thought or deed in
the wearer. She had always insisted to us on the necessity canlı casino siteleri of avoiding
touching or stimulating our genital areas and I daresay that these
inspections were her way of checking to see if we obeyed her. She was
especially vigilant in the case of Denise and was forever questioning her
as to whether or not she ever touched or rubbed herself in an inappropriate
manner “down there” between her legs. Denise always assured her that she
never abused herself in this way but still Mummy still remained unconvinced
and suspicious. It was at about this time then that she began to tape
Denise’s wrists to
her thighs at night before putting her to bed to “prevent her from
yielding to the temptations of the flesh” and the sin of impurity. However
in spite of these precautions Denise began to have nocturnal emissions
almost nightly and so it was that Mummy called on her pharmacist friend for
help with the problem. Repeated spankings and even on one occasion a severe
whipping did nothing to remedy the situation so more drastic measures were
needed to prevent the nightly soiling caused by these nocturnal emissions.

Mrs Nugent was a severe looking woman in her early sixties. She had a no
nonsense air about her and she was clearly one who believed strongly that
all c***dren should be chastised and trained to be submissive, obedient and
respectful of their elders. When she arrived Mummy explained to her in
detail about Denise’s nocturnal emissions and asked for her advice in
preventing it occurring on a nightly basis. Mrs Nugent immediately
suggested that a physical examination of Denise was the first priority. To
this end Denise was told to strip naked to allow herself to be examined by
the pharmacist. We were allowed to stay and witness what was of necessity a
very traumatic and humiliating experience for our little sister especially
for one of her tender age she being no more than eight or nine at the
time. Mrs Nugent was both thorough and none too gentle in her complete
inspection of the naked little girl.

Little Denise obviously in a very distressed state reluctantly stripped off
all of her clothes and stood naked in front of us all. She had never been
stripped like this in front of a stranger before and obviously the presence
of Mrs Nugent was the main cause of her distress. She looked forlorn,
nervous and a little frightened as if dreading what was going to happen to
her. Her tiny little penis hung limply from between her legs looking
somewhat sad and pathetic if a penis can indeed be sad and pathetic. Mrs
Nugent told her to turn round whilst allowing her eyes to rove over her
entire small body taking in every little detail of her tiny femboy
figure. When Denise was facing away from her Mrs Nugent ordered her to stop
and stand still. All the time that Denise had been turning round slowly for
Mrs Nugent’s benefit Mrs Nugent had been running her hands over her naked
body. She pinched and poked at the exposed flesh of the little girl as if
testing her
body for firmness and muscle tone. Denise stood still with her back to Mrs
Nugent. Using both of her thumbs Mrs Nugent prised apart Denise’s plump
little buttocks opening up the tight little slit dividing them. Denise was
now open and exposed to us all. Although I had seen her like this many
times before I can remember strange sensations coursing through my entire
body as I observed her being opened up in this manner by a complete
stranger. In spite of my tender years I can distinctly remember feeling
strange tingling sensations in my private female part deep inside me and I
was aware that the crotch of my panties were becoming extremely damp with a
moisture that was leaking from me. Of course I was much too young to know
what was happening to my body at this time but with hindsight I now realise
that what I was feeling was the stirrings of sexual feelings and possibly
desires that would at this time have been merely buried in my subconscious.

Mrs Nugent turned to Mummy.

“Before we begin I would like to give her a complete physical examination,”
she told her. “That will also mean an internal inspection to ascertain the
state of her health, her fitness, her overall condition etc. Therefore I
would like to give her an enema before we proceed further. Would that be
possible do you think?” Mummy assured her that it would and told Mrs Nugent
much to all of our embarrassment that we were all, including Denise, given
regular enemas as a routine hygienic means of keeping our anal cavities
clean and healthy.

Denise was led into the bathroom where the enema equipment was kept. We had
a large bathroom at the time so we had no difficulty in us all fitting
in. Mummy hadn’t given Celia and I permission to follow them but then
neither had she said anything to the contrary so being the curious c***dren
that we were, we just went along hoping to be allowed to witness Denise’s
cleansing. It was something that we of course had witnessed on numerous
occasions previously but nevertheless it still held a fascination for the
both of us. Although we were regularly given our enemas in each other’s
presence and I took great delight in witnessing the enemas of my two
siblings even though I found it somewhat shameful and humiliating to be
given my own enemas whilst they looked on with as much fascination I am
sure as I did whilst they were at the receiving end of this most intimate
of cleansing practices.

Mrs Nugent suggested that Denise receive three separate enemas to ensure a
complete cleansing of her intestines and colon. The first one was to be
made up of a solution of warm water with some ginger added to irritate the
colon and ensure a thorough cleansing and emptying of the contents of her
interior. Then following a rinsing out with clean clear water a second
enema would be administered consisting of warm soapy water followed by the
rinsing with warm water once again. The final enema was to consist of a
yeast based liquid which Mrs Nugent had in a large bottle and the purpose
of which was, she informed Mummy, was to cause extra bloating to the
receiver of the enema thus making inspection and examination of the anal
cavity much easier and accessible to her probing fingers. Mother busied
herself with preparing the first enema and Denise was told to bend over the
toilet bowl with her naked buttocks high in the air in readiness. Mrs
Nugent told her to
spread herself wide open and Denise reached behind and spread her buttock
cheeks wide apart to oblige.

Mrs Nugent applied some kind of lubricant to her finger and without
preamble she pushed her digit deep into Denise’s open orifice. Denise
tensed and her little opening tightened involuntarily round the probing
finger. Mrs Nugent slapped her buttock sharply forcing Denise to relax her
rectum. Mrs Nugent pushed her finger in and out of Denise as she lay
helpless across the toilet bowl open and exposed to the eyes and probing
fingers of the pharmacist. The whole of her interior was lubed generously,
deeply and slowly by the exploring fingers whilst the enema was being
prepared by Mummy.

I must admit that whilst this was taking place and in spite of my tender
age and my lack of understanding as to what was taking place within me, I
was very turned on by the scene being played out before me. So also was
Celia as I was to learn much later on but she like me was at that time at a
loss as to explain her feelings. Although we had witnessed Denise being
given an enema every Saturday night, this was the first time that a
complete stranger had been present and it must have been this fact that
added to our immense enjoyment of the scene. Of course for Denise it must
have been both extremely humiliating and distressing for her but as
c***dren ourselves neither Celia not I were aware of this. I do know
however that the crotch of my panties did get particularly wet and I was
also aware that if Mummy were now to carry out one of her frequent knickers
inspections on me then I would no doubt have been subjected to a medium if
not severe spanking. The
warm glow throughout my body as I watched Denise being so intimately
probed and prodded by this strange woman Mrs Nugent is something that I can
still recollect to this day many years later.

Then the enema was ready for use. Mummy handed the nozzle of the enema tube
to Mrs Nugent. Then she opened up Denise’s tight little buttock orifice as
wide as possible to allow for the nozzle and some of the tubing to be
buried deep inside our little sister’s interior. We watched fascinated as
she opened the little valve allowing the ginger and water solution to flow
into her filling her slowly to the brim. Now the ginger in the enema began
to take effect and Denise squirmed and wriggled in obvious distress as it
flowed deep into her irritating her deep in her bowels. It would now be
getting ever more difficult to contain the fluid within her and as yet the
enema bag was not even half empty. From her position bent over the toilet
bowl I had a good view of Denise’s little belly which now seemed to swell
visibly as the liquid filled her even more. I knew from my own experience
exactly what she was going through now and the effort needed for her to
control her bowels and although part of me felt sympathy for my little
sister, I must confess that mainly I just felt extreme pleasure and
privilege to be allowed to witness her discomfiture. Of course part of me
was also grateful that it was Denise and not me who was the recipient of
the cleansing soapy solution no matter how lovingly it was administered.

At last the enema bag was empty and its entire contents were inside of the
hapless Denise. Her ordeal however was only just beginning as she would now
be required to hold it inside her for at least fifteen minutes to allow it
to do its job and ensure a thorough cleansing of her interior. Mrs Nugent
withdrew the nozzle from Denise’s cavity. Denise was told to maintain her
position and on no account was she to release so much as a drop of the
solution from her interior. Mummy put her hands under Denise and began
gently to knead and massage her now extended belly to ensure that the
liquid cleanser was dispersed to every nook and cranny of her insides. Mrs
Nugent again pushed a finger into Denise exploring her deeply and seeming
pleased with whatever she felt inside there.

When they were finally satisfied with their work Denise was allowed to
expel the contents of the enema into the toilet bowl. She was warned to do
this very slowly on pain of casino şirketleri having the process repeated so very cautiously
she lowered herself onto the rim of the bowl and began to release a steady
stream of brownish liquid into the receptacle. She was then thoroughly and
repeatedly rinsed out with clear water which was pumped into her. When she
was completely empty Mummy washed her anal region lovingly with warm soapy
water and then she and Mrs Nugent again probed her interior before
preparing the second enema.

The second enema would of course bring some kind of relief to the burning
sensations inside Denise but the soapy water would of course cause another
kind of irritation to her bowels and intestines although not quite as
severe as the ginger-filled enema she had just endured. The subsequent warm
water rinsing would of course afford some degree of comfort and relief from
the stringency of the enemas administered thus far. The last and final
yeast enema caused Denise to swell almost alarmingly but it was also rather
beautiful as she swelled up deliciously before our eyes. This one Mummy and
Mrs Nugent insisted she held inside her for far longer than the previous
two as they kneaded her swollen belly and subjected her to an even more
intrusive internal probing and prodding as they inspected her anal cavity
thoroughly. At one point as they allowed her to rest with the liquid still
inside her, Mrs Nugent inserted a cork into her rectum to prevent her
any of the belly swelling liquid from inside her. She looked absolutely
lovely standing there with her swollen belly and her little orifice sealed
with the cork. By now all of the liquids that were forced inside her were
as clean when she was allowed to empty the contents of her bowels as they
were before entering her body.

At last her ordeal was over and following repeated cleansing clear water
rinsing, she was led back into the sitting room for an even more intimate
examination which would centre largely on her genital area.

Denise’s buttocks still had a slightly red warm glow to them following a
recent hand and hair brush spanking she had recently received from
Mummy. Mrs Nugent noticed this with approval and commented on it to
Mummy. She expressed her belief in the great benefits of severe Corporal
Punishment as a means of chastisement and also for the purpose of raising
obedient respectful c***dren who would in time grow into responsible adults
who would be a credit to their parents or guardians. Mummy glowed with
pride at this unexpected praise and assured Mrs Nugent that she too was a
firm believer in this kind of physical discipline. Then much too Celia’s
and my shame and embarrassment, she told her that we were also subjected to
this form of training and she even told her of our mandatory Saturday night
spankings. She also went into even more detailed descriptions of the other
punishments she had on occasion been forced to subject us to for more
misdemeanours. We both blushed deeply at these revelations and even more
so when Mrs Nugent showed her approval and expressed a wish to be present
at our future admonishments. Not only did she in fact attend to our many
sessions of Corporal Punishment over the years but she also participated
very actively in their application. In time we came to love Mrs Nugent and
regard her as our “aunt” but of course we were never allowed to refer to
her as anything other than “Mrs Nugent”. I like to think that she too came
to love us even if she never actually admitted it even to herself. However,
that is an altogether different episode in our education which I shall go
into in more detail another time. For now let us focus on Denise.

As she had done soon after her arrival Mrs Nugent had the naked Denise
stand in front of her as she inspected every inch of her nubile body with
all seeing eyes. Then with Denise facing away from her she told the little
girl to bend over from the waist and present her buttocks for further
inspection. She prised Denise’s buttock cheeks wide apart with thumb and
forefinger whilst pushing a finger of her other hand deep into her
orifice. She then produced what I later learned to be a speculum from her
bag and pushed it into the gaping cavity of the girl. She then proceeded to
turn the screw on this device forcing Denise open. Denise gasped as she was
forcibly opened up in this way and her anal tunnel was now a gaping tunnel
through Mrs Nugent and Mummy peered closely examining Denise’s
interior. Celia and I also managed to peer inside our little sister
although we were not allowed to put our eye close to the open speculum as
the adults did. Nonetheless
it was a wonderful experience for us to be able to look inside her exposed
orifice like that. Little did I know then that for many years after I
myself would be subjected to a similar intrusive and humiliating anal and
vaginal examination by not only Mummy and Mrs Nugent, but also by other
prying eyes and probing fingers.

The internal inspection finished to their satisfaction they now turned
their attention to Denise’s tiny little male part.

Mrs Nugent took Denise’s tiny limp little penis in her hand. She ran finger
and thumb along its tiny length and the she grasped its tip and squeezed it
with fingertips. She spread the tiny little hole through which Denise
urinated and then ran her thumb over the tip. Almost immediately her little
appendage hardened and a tiny little moisture drop formed on the tip. She
gently kneaded the tiny organ for some moments. Then Denise stiffened and a
jet of warm sticky cream-like substance shot out of her male part splashing
Mrs Nugent’s hand and forearm. Mummy looked mortified and immediately
picked up the box of tissues and offered them to Mrs Nugent apologising
profusely and shamefacedly as she did so.

Mrs Nugent however wasn’t angry.

“Look”, she explained, “although Denise is undoubtedly very feminine and so
obviously more female than male, she still retains some of the male
attributes she was born with. Unfortunately one of these attributes is her
ability to have erections and ejaculate like the horrible little boy that
she is not, rather than the delightful little she is. Now with the help of
hormone injections and daily doses of female hormone pills, we can easily
eradicate these disgusting little habits and male traits that she still
retains. Why in time when she is older and if both she and you wished for
it, she could be transformed permanently into a proper little lady complete
with her own vagina. That of course would necessitate surgery but for the
moment with the hormone treatment that I propose, we can at least render
her unable to either have erections or to ejaculate. She would of course
have to have her prostate milked regularly for reasons of draining her of
unwanted build up of fluid which can be very unhealthy if left to
accumulate but she will experience no sexual pleasure whatsoever from this
if done in the proper manner. I will be only too glad to show you how to
carry out this procedure and you could even show the girls how its done
also so that they can help out when necessary”.

Mummy brightened up with this news and it was obvious that she was pleased
that Mrs Nugent had come up with a solution to Denise’s little problem.

“Denise darling”, she said, “did you hear what Mrs Nugent said? You could
be cured of your filthy little nocturnal emissions and eventually you could
even have your penis removed altogether and have a proper little girl’s
vagina and breasts like your sisters’ and Mummy. Would you like that

“Yes Mummy”, Denise answered. “I would love to be like you and my sisters’
down below and get rid of my horrible little boy thing. I’d also love to
grow breasts like Mummy when I am older. Oh please Mummy let me become a
proper little girl and I promise to be good always. Then you won’t even
have to beat me anymore and I will love you even more than I do now.”

Mrs Nugent took her leave then promising to come the next day to inject
Denise and to bring with her the pills she would need to complete her
feminisation. When she arrived as promised Denise was immediately made to
strip naked and after a full and intimate examination by Mummy and Mrs
Nugent which we were allowed to witness she was again given repeated
cleansing enemas before her treatment began. Mrs Nugent also masturbated
her to completion in order to “completely drain her” of her male filth
prior to beginning her treatment.

Mrs Nugent began by injecting some kind of d**g directly into Denise’s tiny
penis. She injected four injections in all into her genital area; two
directly into the shaft of her small male part and the other two into her
groin. She assured Mummy that these injections coupled with the hormone
pills which Denise would have to take on a daily basis, would prevent any
further growth of her penis as well as making erection and ejaculation
impossible. They would render her physically and mentally impotent as they
would eradicate any physical prowess as well as sexual desire in her.

Next Denise was given four injections into her boy breasts which would in
time encourage the growth of proper little girl breasts when she reached

And so began the full feminisation of our little sister Denise.

Soon after this Mrs Nugent began visiting us at least twice weekly. Every
time she visited Denise would be stripped naked under some pretext or other
and her nubile little body would be examined and inspected by Mummy and the
pharmacist. Soon we too (Celia and I) were also stripped and examined in
the same way in order to note our physical development and progression into
puberty and, ultimately, into adulthood. At first of course we deeply
resented these inspections and invasions of our bodily privacy but soon we
became acclimatised to the intrusions and even got to look forward to the
intimate probings. Mrs Nugent sometimes stayed overnight and at weekends
and on these occasions she slept with Mummy. She also looked after us for
short periods of time if Mummy had to go away for a few days and she too
disciplined us with the approval of Mummy.

I can tell the rest of this story if enough readers wish to hear it. I
would love to hear some feedback of what you readers think so far. Also you
may feel that our family were slightly i****tuous and you would be quite
right. Celia and I who shared a bed as c***dren also shared our first
lesbian experiences together. We also shared anal and vaginal cock fucking
for the first time and on many consequent occasions.

Perhaps this explains why I JUST LOVE feminine and feminised little boys as
well as girls, men, shemales and ladyboys. Please feel free to comment. I
do hope that my little story did not shock. Love, Susanna.

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