Hello!
Yes,
I’m talking to you,
yes you!
The one who is reading this story and yes… of course I am aware of you.
Don’t ask any silly questions, just pay attention.
My Mistress made me this well aware and so,
I know that you are reading this story,
hey… don’t skip a few paragraphs or a few pages here and there,
you would only completely miss the whole story.
I just have this time left to me, tell to you my story.
My name is Miki, Miki Monroe, and no…
I am no relation to Marilyn.
I am sixteen years old,
but I soon won’t be…
I will however only be still aware of what I once was, to a small extent,
a lasting reminder,
to aid in my punishment,
which I fully and completely accept.
I am my Teacher’s Pet,
I wear a dog collar around my neck and I accept the conditions for wearing it.
To save you all from being confused, my Teacher is my Mistress.
I know already by the way you are sitting there on the edge of your seat,
eager to learn how all of this actually happened.
Well, it pays to pay attention and to read my story properly.
I can assure you that you won’t be disappointed.
I am telling you this story because I have to,
my Mistress has told me to do so and I must obey her.
You’ll soon know as to the reasons why.
I have long strawberry blonde hair that is right down to my waist,
I am dressed as a 3-month-old baby girl and that is what I shall soon be fully regressed to.
All shall become fully clear to you,
I promise you.
I am wearing the prettiest frilliest cute pale pink dress you could ever imagine,
it has short puffed sleeves with pink lace trim and bows all around the cuffs of the sleeves,
the dress has ruffles with bows and there are lairs upon lairs of frills all the way around the skirt of the dress and it is all made of pure satin.
I am also wearing a pair of matching pale pink plastic frilly pants,
but there are frills on the front also, underneath my ever so pretty plastic frilly pants,
I am wearing the fluffiest Terry Towelling Nappy ever,
I am also wearing cute white baby anklet socks ruffled at the top with pink lace trim and a pair of pale pink Maryjanes also upon my feet.
My beautiful long strawberry long blonde hair is tied into pigtails with pale pink silk ribbons.
Upon my hands,
I am wearing cute pale pink baby mittens to help me to be as helpless as a baby.
I am using a speech recognition computer to convey my story to you.
I won’t be fully turned into the physical body to that of a baby girl of 3 months old, because this is also part of my punishment too,
which I also accept.
I have been changed by means you may find hard to believe,
but I can assure you that it is all true.
I was changed by the combination of magic and by the manipulation of Exotic Matter,
I know what you are thinking,
Exotic Matter is just a scientific theory,
that’s exactly what I thought and how does magic fit into all of this?
I hear you ask.
I did ask my Mistress, but she told me that simply magic and Exotic Matter has a very special symbiotic relationship with one another,
most people are not aware of.
After experiencing the effects of this bizarre combined power of magic and the manipulation of Exotic Matter used on myself,
I can well believe that this such power is by no means easy to explain,
but it sure does work.
I can assure you I took no hormone pills and my Mistress has no need for such things for she is,
if there is such a classification, she is a Grand Mistress,
for she has forgiven the term here,
both mastered the art of magic and the art of Exotic Matter manipulation.
I have spent my life now two weeks as a young female,
yes, you heard correctly,
I did say half, why half?
You may well ask because it is the wishes of my Mistress and also part of my punishment,
don’t worry you shall soon know fully the whole affair,
be patient and you shall be rewarded,
I promise you.
I was given a partial change,
that’s right, in truth, I am indeed a boy,
well, I was.
Now I am a She-Male.
Even though my life began as a true male,
but you shall soon come to know and understand the reasons for all of my punishments.
I bet this has shocked you?
Well, stay with me, as I know that you must by now have lots of questions,
but be patient.
All shall be made clear,
I was once was…
which, you may find very hard to believe,
a nerd and a posh spoilt brat.
I wore always three-piece suits,
but to my shame now,
I was once an art student at Blakely College in Blakely, an average-sized town in the far South West end of Yorkshire.
Blakely College was a fairly big college and it held a good and extensive amount of studies there,
from Science,
to IT,
Art,
English Lit,
Economics,
The list goes on,
but there was one study course in particular in which was a study course strictly for girls only and even if it wasn’t I now know why,
why boys would not even dream of taking such a study course,
unless they are like me.
My real name at the time of my once male life,
was Marvin, Marvin Maxwell.
I had short strawberry blonde hair back then, sleek-ed back with plenty of hair gel of course, my hair had to always look immaculate.
I told you I was a posh nerd.
Anyway, the all-girl study course was a study course in The Introduction To Feminist Thought.
This is an Interdisciplinary Examination of the History and Contemporary Practice of Feminist Thought. The topics included:
The History of Feminist Thought in Western Culture, t
he Broadening and Contemplation of that canon to include Examination of Race,
Class,
Gender,
Sexuality,
Ableism,
Ageism,
and the Implication of Feminist Thought.
I dare any guy to try and take such a study course.
I had my mother in part to buy my way into being able to take part in the Feminist Study Course,
but it was also the revealing of my secret too,
that was told to the head Dean of Blakely College that got me into the study class.
It was not easy at first for me to get my way into becoming a student of the study course,
all of my attempts to become one had failed and I shall tell you exactly how that happened.
How it all Begun.
Everything all began really from that day I went to Blakely College,
the first attempt I made to get into the Feminist Study Class.
I walked it to College as I usually do,
for my private and exclusive flat is only a few yards away from the college
it has the most excellent view of the entrance from my bedroom window
if I tilt my special reflective window just at the right angle,
I can get a most perfect view.
This was how I was able to manage to draw nearly most of the girls from the college in such revealing positions.
A few others had been of some of the girls from my art class.
I had been working towards my Master’s degree in Art,
I was of course already considered to be a Master,
the examination was just a formality.
My work was up there with the grand Masters,
Leonardo Da Vinci,
Michael Angelo.
I was the star pupil,
I had only six more studies to complete and the Grand Masters degree was mine.
But on that day,
Monday it was I got to the Art study class no one else was there,
some of the girls who had attended the class were half-decent to pose,
that was a hoot.
But the other girls were plain dull and ugly.
However, the boys had to pose,
not fun at all to draw,
I on the other hand was the embodiment of perfection,
the perfect height of five foot and five inches tall,
my body was a temple, slim.
I was at the full peak of good health too,
I was perfection.
But alas, I was bored beyond boredom itself.
I needed something of a challenge and then, there it hit me.
For days now I have noticed that the girls who went to the Feminist Study Class,
they were the most sublime nubile beauties I had ever seen,
why did such enchanting creatures that they were going to such a study class?
It figured,
of course,
only but the most beautiful would go to such a study class to get away from pervy nerds like me would never get in with a chance, to do anything.
I had to somehow get into being apart of that class and still be able to hold my dignity and my pride in place.
Just then Susan Wakefield entered the art class.
She was one of the half-decent girls,
she had long jet black hair,
cat green eyes, and an average figure, yes it was quite adequate.
Susan spoke to me in a nice soft voice.
“Hello there Marvin, good morning, what are you doing here so early?”
“What? I’m always here early.”
“Oh yeah, so you are.”
If I did not know any better I would swear that Susan was a dumb blonde.
I then got out my artwork which was, to say the least truly perfect,
but I decided to teas the dumb girl for my own amusement.
“Actually I need to make a few adjustments to this artwork I am trying to finish .”
Susan came across over to look at my Masterpiece, she looked at me confused.
“But Marvin, your artwork is by far the top best piece of artwork that has ever been produced in this art class.
Your artwork is positively flawless.”
Those words of high praise were poetry to my ears.
But I decided to tease Susan further.
“Thank you, Susan, but one has to be critical of one’s own work
so that one can become a true Grand Master.”
Susan gave me a look of shock,
but she defended my pride no end.
“Then you truly are a Grand Master to be able to see mistakes in your own work to improve perfection is the mark of a True Grand Master,
but Marvin, this artwork her is already beyond perfection.”
“Well, then I thank you for your high praise of me,
I shall in that case keep this artwork exactly as it is.
” Susan gave me one of the nicest smiles I had ever seen
Then she went over to her art desk and got out all of her course work and began to pack it into her pink backpack.
I looked at her, not out of concern, but out of curiosity.
Are you not going to stay?”
“Sorry no Marvin, I am being transferred.”
“Transferred! Why?”
“My parents are moving to Oxford and they want me to attend the university there.”
“You are to attend Oxford University?”
At this point, I was gutted and very, not extremely jealous.
“Darn, why didn’t I think of getting myself transferred there.
Say I might just do that…”
But just then my mind came back to the Feminist study class,
I wanted to be a part of that class more than anything.
“Yes, once I have gotten my Masters’s degree which won’t be long now anyway.
I shall transfer myself to Oxford University.”
“In that case, I will see you sometime at the university then Marvin, bye.”
Before I could say another word, Susan was out of the art class.
It was still early and the girls who go the Feminist Study Class had not arrived as yet,
this was the most perfect moment for me to try and get myself into that class.
I got up out of my chair and left,
Mr Felts would not mind if I was to miss Art Class.
I began to make my way towards the Feminist Study Class which was a five-minute walk away to the college library.
The main door was an obvious pink color,
probably it was a deliberate attempt to keep any boy from being curious and trying to peek behind the door.
I ignored the girlish colour and entered into the classroom anyway,
thank goodness the inside of the classroom was just like any other standard design classroom.
A top row of seats,
a middle row and a bottom row of seats
with two sets of steps going all the way down to the bottom of the class
that separated the three rows of seats.
Just at the bottom of the classroom was the most statuesque figure of a woman I had ever seen.
She had long golden blonde hair down to her shapely bottom,
she had a perfect hourglass body any girl would envy.
She had long slender legs, they showed under an oh so wonderful short pink summer dress that had short sleeves,
she had long well-toned arms,
her eyes sparkled like sapphire,
she had the face of an Angel,
this was the teacher of the Feminist Study Class!
I could hardly believe my own eyes.
I already began to see if I could look up the woman’s dress,
In part I blame my mother for my obsession for seeing girls in their underwear,
I hated in which the way she treated me after my father had died leaving her everything in his will to her,
not that she needed it, my mother was already very rich in the higher class of society.
I was humiliated beyond mention,
hence why I finally decided to get a place of my own,
vowing to never see or even speak to my mother again.
So that is how I came to get my own flat.
I quietly sat at the very far back of the top row of seats and put my head down toward a desk in front of me hoping not to get noticed.
To my sheer delight, the girls of the Feminist Study Class began to enter the classroom itself,
they all began to sit down,
I had not been noticed until one girl came up to me and said.
“Excuse me, that happens to be my seat,
go and sit somewhere else if you don’t mind?”
I turned to face her and then she immediately recognized what I was and she said to me in a very loud voice.
“Say… you’re a boy.”
Just then the teacher,
whose name was Miss Lisa Monroe,
came charging up the steps over to where I was sitting and she grabbed me by my ears and she quite literally dragged me out of the Feminist Study Class,
little did I know then, that she would soon become my Mistress.
