Hello my darling. What a beautiful rose you sent me. It’s so delicate and fragrant. Did it make you think of me? Do you think that I am a delicate flower, so easily torn to pieces? Apparently you also think that I’m weak. I read your letter… darling. I read every last desperate word out of your lying mouth. You do have a way with words. I’ve saved all of your letters. They were precious to me. And this last one is precious to me because it’s a reminder to never allow another man to take advantage of me or insult me. Oh yes, so good with words. “If you would accept my proposal, I would be the happiest man who ever did live.” It’s sad that you’ll never know what true happiness with me is. In tearing up this letter, I show you what I think of your words: flowery and meaningless… just like this rose. You thought you could spend a few dollars and all would be right? You’re so arrogant. “I think of the way the light played across your hair, highlighting the copper as precious shiny pennies. And, if I may be so bold, I think about your ample breasts and pink nipples moving ever so slightly against my gentle touch. I cannot erase you from my mind.” How interesting. My darling, I owe you nothing. One day I will wrap these milky breasts another man’s cock, but you… you will never feel them again. You think that I am fragile. I am not fragile at all. I will heal and move on, and the next man I allow to touch me will be so much better than you. Now you will spend the rest of your days thinking of me, pining over me, wishing you had not been so arrogant and foolish. You think that I will come crawling back to you, but I never will. You will dre.am of me for the next 50 years.

I’m your doctor and you’ve come to see me for a check-up. As I go through the usual questions, you mention that you’ve been having trouble getting an erection. I need to take a closer look, so I carefully inspect your penis, checking it over and moving it from side to side as I inspect your balls. I “accidentally” give your penis a little stroke now and then. I notice that you’re getting an erection, and I say that I think things are fine (wink) but it would be best if I empty your balls, and as a professional, I will of course help you.... with a handjob, and then with sex.

Welcome to Lady Fyre's School for Sissies. This is quite a big step for you, but I know that you can do it. My office staff and I reviewed your application, and it seems like you're smart enough and dedicated enough to be successful. Let's start with some basics like your pronouns and the words you'll use to refer to parts of your body. Language informs thought, and it's very important sissy for your thoughts to be aligned with your vision for your future. I know you have goals, and I'm going to help mold you into the sissy that you were always meant to be. We have some very strict rules at this establishment, one of which is that at first you will not be allowed to touch your clitty or pussy at all. If you're caught, it means immediate expulsion from the program, and you will never be allowed to return. The greater the temptation, the harsher the punishment for giving in. Over time, as I see your behavior aligning with your true nature, you will earn privileges, such as new exciting clothing appearing in your closet. Tonight, while you're removing all of your body hair, an assistant will place a new negligee in your closet. Once the assistant has deemed you sufficiently hairless, you will be allowed to put on the first outfit of your new life. Make sure to do a good job sissy, and don't disappoint me on your first day.