A Feminine expression. part one
Founded as a county seat in 1849 the Iowa town called Indianola was like many in the country’s heartland. Having its quota of diners, tractors and gritty rust-belt men its residents considered themselves to be ‘real America’. Similar to the capital city Des Moines a mere 17 miles away or even Ames or Rapid City there was enough to do if one knew where to look.
Still true in the present as a child Mark had enjoyed going to the town’s library raised by god-fearing hard- working religious parents it was the one place he could go to explore his 'curious' nature. It was looked on as a location that was to be revered for the wisdom held in the books held captive within its many aisles.
If individual knowledge is power bringing critical thinking to one’s life then its opposite has one being programmed to perform by someone or something dominating enough to be noticeably influential in the change it leaves behind.
There was no better example of that truth than the spectrum of cable-news outlets of both political persuasions that regularly sought to indoctrinate the minds of its listeners to believe what they put out on a daily basis. After all it’s called programming for a reason.
At the end of the day both using a warped version of patriotism as the siren song the outlets owners care less for their ideology and more for their billions of dollars in profit they reap. It allows them to pay the top anchors 20, 25, 30 or even 35 million dollars a year in salary. In turn they become the instructive headmasters using cherry-picked talking points as the power of persuasion logic to keep their initiates in lockstep. Who really wants to be told what to believe by one making $350,000 a day?
But a Library is different there one can pursue their own genuine interests in a setting that spurs the powerful tool of imagination.
In some ways Mark was surprised at how much he had changed over the 8 months of time. Gone was his former corn-fed beefy muscled up look many males strive for to one that was presenting a different even softer expression.
The bad eating habits removed they’d been replaced with a diet made up primarily of potent ‘smoothie drinks’ that at first had stripped away body fat yet soon after that his masculine muscle only to leave behind a look that was anything but manly.
The woman had arrived at the institution of the town’s library working on a second doctoral to add to her resume. Agreeing to act as a quasi-head librarian when needed Madeline Lafontaine was powerfully influential in her own right.
Abbreviated from the Latin ‘philosophiae doctor’, meaning doctor of philosophy a PhD is the highest degree one can attain. Speaking to her level of intelligence Madeline already had a PhD in linguistics with a Masters in French being her 2nd language to go with speaking fluent Spanish and passable ‘Mandarin’ Chinese.
The degrees had created the opportunity for her to set up a marketing company that dealt with both national and foreign clients. Highly skilled in the IT world at the age of 44 she sold it to a multi-national concern affording the woman to rightfully claim she was independently wealthy.
Traveling for his company on many days Mark found himself back in town with a few hours to spare. Being the sentimental-type he stopped in the library for old times sake. He had no idea at the time it would prove to be a life changing experience.
Wearing a crisply pressed black ‘A-line’ skirt and a white blouse of chiffon with billowing sleeves Madeline presented a classical ‘librarian’ look as her 3” heels click-clacked on the one area of the library that was carpet-free.
Looking up from reading about his beloved ‘Hawkeye’s’ in the local Indianola Tribune Mark for the first time took in the sight of the vivacious woman. Near gawking at how her long legs looked in stockings and 3” pumps he speculated on whether her sumptuous breasts were either c-cups or d-cups. There were nights he'd wanked watching porn briefly curious what real breasts would feel like.
The tips of her reading glasses held by a silver chain made by the iconic jewelry store Tiffany sat at the edge of her cute nose before she lifted them to rest on the shelf made from her bra.
Stealing glances in that moment he truthfully didn’t care if the Hawkeyes, their rival Cyclones or even the hated Cornhuskers won the national championship.
It turned Mark on to see the hint of embroidered lace of her brassiere peeking through the semi-sheer blouse. Seeming to pay him no mind as Madeline walked past his nostrils flared taking in the feminine scent of her perfume. His dick growing hard part of him couldn’t help yet think women were so lucky after all they got to wear the prettiest things and smell nice too.
The truth was Madeline did notice and decided to put him on her list of possible candidates. Being in a new town to collect data on her thesis regarding regional dialects there was something about training a male into submission that she’d always enjoyed.
Intentionally dropping her pencil near him she waited to see if he’d pick it up.
“Here Ma’am you dropped this…my name is Mark.”
Feeling superior she replied
“Thanks…You can call me Ms. Madeline....nice hair, lovely potential.”
Feeling most to be immature and intellectually inferior be he a boy in his 30’s or male in his 40’s even 50’s so often merely pretending to be a man she loved educating them in the ways of a dominant woman.
By her way of thinking the media presented a skewed version of masculinity while choosing to punish females keeping them in a box so to speak for their feminine physical sexuality.
Watch movies or Television and one would see many males in peak physical condition with females playing the roles of mere feminine playthings only good for sexual allurement and or childbearing housewives.
Were there plenty of muscled up alphas out there? Yes but what also was true is that many males have never matured into manhood perhaps as their fathers had.
Today’s males often had bodies that reflected a lack of strong physicality not to mention how many were openly drifting towards a softer appearance as though they’d never seen the inside of a gym.
Preferring to keep their eyes on screens then lifting weights it was a reflection of the cultural shift.
Since nature abhors a vacuum it’s what has today’s modern women filling the void.
Would one have seen females on the front line in battles being in the armed forces or even as police and fire first responders 30 or 40 or more years before. The answer was unequivocally no. Astronauts, construction workers, OTR truck drivers to name a few so many other fields of endeavor have women making their mark surpassing their male counterpart’s. Often they do it displaying intellectual superiority along with a more useful and practical financial acumen and maturity.
Think of the fact in less than 100 years of being given the vote American and English women were competing with if not dominating male performance in education, finance and politics. Would the countries of the world be at war as much as they are if women were in charge? Again the answer is no.
One could make a case the male creature is gradually becoming secondary if not bordering on being made obsolete in numerous categories. Women hold the majority numbers in medical and law schools. Major upheavals in financial markets the past decade or so had left a significant portion of males out of work leaving them little choice but to accept menial jobs formerly saved for woman or girls.
Was that likely to change? The answer may lay in the fact that 13 out of the 15 identifiable growth industries were staffed primarily by females.
Shielding his body with the newspaper his left hand lowered while Mark took to rubbing his crotch as Madeline stood at the library’s main counter talking with another female staff member. The attractive woman partially collected her deep brunette hair one handed before letting the 22” length fall along her shoulders.
Glancing her way part of him knew she was out of his league as he checked his phone. The thing about regularly viewing porn is that at any moment one gets the urge that has to be satisfied. His loins stirring on seeing an attractive woman such as Madeline in person he pulled up what was now one of his favorite sites. It felt naughty to do it in the sanctity of a public library.
A month earlier coming home feeling horny and frustrated from striking out at Mojo’s bar he had stumbled onto the site where angels fear to tread. Mistress Darklady-Femdomina.com the name alone sent his curious mind to wondering about the possibilities.
He couldn’t explain why yet he enjoyed seeing males turned ‘Trans’ at the hands of a true female dominatrix. More and more over the past month he kept coming back to the site and even started dreaming of being dominated by a woman. Could these really be males that now lived along the timeline of femininity until they had no choice but to live that way always?
Mark had seen the contrasting before and after photos of Ida, Natasha, Jillian and others. There was no denying he liked seeing a man’s chest take on the female appearance that came with the breasts of a woman.
Yet there was more to the ‘Femdomina site’. The woman Dominatrix Camille had a collection of t-girls that considered themselves to be DLC sisters. Trained to be obedient they were schooled in the art of feminine vanity with many all learning what it takes to be a woman in all its glory.
Reading their profiles some on the feminizing herbal ‘Pueraria Mirifica others on estrogen and t-blockers blotting out male testosterone each in their own way were passing the point of no return. To see images of a dick turned into pussy often left him panting yet fearful of DLC's influence.
He kept coming back to view the forum discussion pages. Clearly under the guidance of her ‘Mistress’ a DLC gurl named alyssa put up commentary with pictures that spoke to the power of today’s women and the transformative effect of males submitting to their will.
Mark had enough he was in need of relief that only came with release of his man- juice. A look sent Madeline’s way putting the phone down under the paper he stood up. Distracted at seeing her luscious appearance he’d forgotten to log out after checking the DarkLady Camille site.
Walking stiff-legged to the washroom he breezed by the two hoping to take in the head librarian’s scent once more.
The billowing sleeves of her blouse looked so pretty trimmed in ruffled edges yet hiding beneath the attractive look was a pair of muscled arms to go with a feminine body devoted to acquiring brute strength mingling with womanly beauty.
Madeline’s eyes took hold of his as though a predator eyeing her prey. It said some thing that it was Mark who turned away being the first to blink. It moved him one notch higher on her short list of choices.
The vivacious woman new to town had her suspicions a few steps over to his table she lifted the newspaper. A touch to the glass lit up the screen showing a t-girl using a dildo.
Under her breath she spoke.
“Hmmm how curious Mark…..seems you has an interest in a feminine expression …ironically you are making it easier for me to eliminate my earlier choices of selecting a protégé to train….I’ll need to remember this site and do a reach out.”
Displaying the weak discipline of a 12 year old boy viewing a naked playmate for the first time Mark stroked his penis as he sat pants at his ankles alone in the washroom stall. Eyes closed he envisioned Madeline without any clothing as best he could.
A finely tuned level of women’s intuition Madeline guessed right giving him a minute or so her foot held the door open slightly. Amused to hear a slight whimpering mingling with soft moans mentally she moved him to the top of the list.
Thinking him cute enough with nice hair and liking how he was a few inches shorter she pondered the facts. Letting him have one more minute she quickly processed if handled correctly he would fulfill her needs and desires while experiencing profound changes.
His high-pitched near-girlish whine growing louder Madeline opened the bathroom door as he slapped at his meat. Flicking the lights on and off a hint of French in her voice she spoke.
“Early closing time…a fundraiser tonight …we need everyone out.”
His whimpering turned into a grunt as his penis spilled its seed resulting from his ruined orgasm.
“Uhh what?...oh fuck…damn….not now….what a mess.”
Hearing him spinning the paper roller 3 strides had Madeline at the open door of the stall. Shaking her head arms folded looking like a stern taskmaster she knew exactly what to say.
“You do know not only adults come to the library…honestly Mark you males….you just can’t keep your hands off it can you?”
Staring as his dick spurted out a last jolt of cream on his moist hand one more time she told Mark to meet her at the main counter.
Having gained the upper hand moving past his malfeasance the woman let him know she could use some help moving boxes as the two spoke a few minutes later. Quick to agree on finishing Mark made her aware he’d be available in the future as well.
One week later she was prepared to set the trap.
“I wouldn’t mind some occasional company outside of my library duties and research project. I take it you'd like to date.….though when you visit me at the library I’ll need you to address me properly as Ms. Madeline…especially since you may find yourself doing some chores similar to this afternoons.”
“I could do that Ms. Madeline…I am single and can pretty much make my own schedule.”
“One other thing for now…..hearing you huff and puff the other day the thought occurred to me you need to go on a diet….if we are to develop a closer bond I’m afraid I’ll insist on it….I’m thinking lean and lithe... I like thin lovers not bulging muscles.”
“I was thinking about going on one any way.”
Holding the tumbler Madeline looked at him.
“What did I say about addressing me in the library?”
“I’m sorry…it’s Ms. Madeline.”
“That’s better…as you can see I keep in shape and I like the same in those I may want to be lovers with…”
The sheer idea of it fueled his imagination remaining silent he wanted to make sure he said nothing that might derail the possibility of it.
“…Now I have just the thing that will help you shed pounds…it’s an easy to use mix of smoothie drinks… quite simple really every morning you unwrap the packet and make them with fruit in a blender…I’ll be able to tell if your losing weight so you need to be disciplined about it.”
Mark nodded his head unaware it was all part of her plan.
“…and another thing more than just healthy smoothie drink you’ll need to get rid of all the sugar and other crap you likely have in your refrigerator. Changing your relationship with food seems hard in the beginning yet it really isn’t when you realize food is either poison or medicine….you’ll come to enjoy the smoothies…do you want me to go into all the details of their makeup or do you trust me that you’ll ultimately enjoy the results?”
With words gone unspoken the implication was made clear. Should Mark refuse they’d never go out yet should he agree to regularly drink them the possibility remained open they could have a relationship.
“I like smoothies and I have a blender.”
“Very well here is your first one.”
A benign kiss to his cheek Madeline knew she’d being playing the long game pulling Mark in while at the same time nurturing the seed of femininity that now existed inside her protégé.
Mark found himself tossing and turning in bed overnight. He’d been having the same cloudy dream ever since meeting Mistress DLC. Now that Madeline was in the picture it took on a higher flight. He pictured himself in bed yet couldn’t quite make out the image often losing sight of it when he woke in the morning.
The white wine tasted sweeter that night as Madeline sat at the desk in her motel room. Telling herself she only had two more days to go and she would close on the old home she purchased. There was something about taking on the challenge of making a new person out of a man she hardly knew.
Pen in hand she went over feminine names beginning with the letter ‘M’. Her skill at penmanship showing itself she wrote out Marcie, Martha, Mia, Melody, Michelle, Molly, Maria, Morgan before stopping to look at it. Smiling a grin biting her lip she said it while circling ‘Marcie’.
“Yes Marcie…turn the k-sound soft…pretty enough to be feminine and close enough to his old name to remind him what he once was has been altered…..now let me find out just who this lovely woman DarkLady Camille is surely she is a radical feminist the same as me.”
Madeline was pleased to find out Mistress DLC was actually quite receptive as they chatted back and forth on Skype. Learning each possessed a PhD a common bond in the intelligence of the sisterhood was established.
“Many males stumble onto my site caught up in the idea of female dominance. Often starting out as fantasy they can’t quite wrap their heads around the thought that there really are women like me who are quite capable of bringing change to their life.”
“I can see that you don’t play games and are quick to recognize pretenders Mistress.”
“Yes Madeline …and please we’re sisters in arms so call me Camille.”
“What I like doing is Camille is putting them on female hormones then start whittling away at their masculinity. I give them a 7 or 8 moth incubating time before heating things up. I’ve always thought creating an obsession one starts on the outside and works their way inward.”
“Sure Madeline…all roads lead to Rome…tease them then tame them….then break them....and then they find you’ve changed them.”
“Yes educating them along the way until they’re well past the point of no return.”
“Very well Madeline I’ll play my part and will look forward to the day your Marcie has her own pages on my site and other social media pages as well.”
“Oh I do love how delicious and delightfully wicked the process is. Studying for my Linguistic Doctoral thesis on regional dialects being a librarian affords me the opportunity to spend a year or so in a few states until moving on. I have about 10 other states left before finishing the whole country. I might as well have a plaything with me to help pass the time …not to mention do the laundry and housework.”
“Fine Madeline…I get it…a man….made submissive boy-toy turned girly-trans in the end. I’ll stock pile his pics and put up a proper profile when the time is right.”
“I’ve found in the end they all are boys.”
“Isn’t that the truth…that is until they’re not anymore…breasts will do that along with everything else that makes up a girl’s world.”
End of part one….
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