Weekend Getaway

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Rules for the Subs:

(Optional fun for the free pets, if you are owned by a master or mistress, get their permission before following the rules ahead.)

Rule #1. You belong to me. Do you? You do if you say the following, “I [your sissy name] am owned by Mistress Dyvia.

Rule #2 I expect a level of femininity on you. I prefer lipstick or more, but clothing, jewery, heels or perfume is accepted.

Rule #3. I like my sissies wet and hard… you know what to do. Good slutty Sissy.

Rule #4. Let me know by message, email or commenting below if you were in Samantha’s shoes, would you accept the offer?

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Weekend Getaway

By: Mistress Dyvia

Hello there! 

Long time, no see! Long time, no talk, too.

So you heard about what happened to Sam, huh? Well yeah, it was an interesting weekend. At first, I didn't even think he was going to be coming.

But you know how when you're a kid and you have one of your friends who's younger brother wants to hang around with the girls at a sleepover? Well, that's pretty much what happened with the boyfriend. He had heard all about the adventures of me and the girlies. And when I told him that we're going away for the weekend.. you know, to spend some time at a little place that had a pool, guess what? He wanted to come!

Well I fought him over it a little bit, told him it was a girl's weekend. And to be fair, that's exactly what it was, just me and the girlies. But when I told him about it, he actually had nothing to do for that entire weekend. So he subtly tried to hint that we should all go. And I told him no. no. no. no. This was for girls only.

Then he started talking about some of the fun adventures that I had mentioned. Like the time that Gianna went into the liquor store in whispered some sweet nothings to some poor unsuspecting clerk, and she ended up leaving with free booze.

I still said no.

Then he mentioned the time that Erica got yelled at for wearing stripper heels in a grocery store by some old lady, but she just used the excuse that they were for reaching the top shelf.

I still said no.

Then he brought up the time that the girlies were all in line at a carnival, and the ticket person started saying shitty stuff about them while they were standing in line, and Ingrid spoke fluent Spanish... And embarrassed the hell out of them by repeating exactly what they said, and we got some free tickets.

Again I still said no. I mean that stuff was actually pretty tame compared to the stuff that we really did. And that stuff wasn't even that interesting. So I know he was just trying to get in with the group. But he kept pestering me .

So as we were making final plans, the girls heard Sam arguing in the background with me saying that I should take him along. I told him no, but then one of the girls suggested I should take him along. And the way she spoke it, I knew exactly what she meant, I hadn't really planned to do that with Sam, but so be it. I quickly texted the other girlies, and they were all in agreement.

I sat Sam down, and said that he was allowed to come, but the girlies weren't as crude as he was, and he had to agree to follow all of our rules. He agreed. Shook his hand on it and was even willing to sign a contract to that effect. Now granted he didn't really look at the contract, not really sure if it was legally enforceable, but he agreed to follow our rules.

Skip to the night before, I had a wardrobe already for him, and when I showed it to him, I knew exactly what was going to happen. So I offered him a drink, he took it, he drank it, and then I showed him.

He just shook his head and was like "oh no. That's not happening." But that really wasn't his choice. He already agreed. And I pointed that out to him and he still argued. But then I reminded him that I gave him a drink with a sedative. And he was like, "what?"

He passed out soon after that. And of course that's when I took the time to make some adjustments.

By the time he woke up, I had made significant changes to his body. He had a corset that was also doubled as a hyper realistic body harness. That is to say, his waist looked like an actual woman's. I had attached a breast prosthesis to give him his own set of breasts. I had attached a wig to his head, but it was on a glue that wouldn't dissolve for 48 hours. He also now found himself with longer nails, although they weren't painted yet. And a prosthesis over his penis that would force him to sit so that he could pee, but it really did look like a real vagina. And of course the last coup de gras, was an insert in the back of his throat -that would require a special tool to remove- that altered his voice to sound extremely feminine.

He woke up with a start. He jumped up, and it was clear the first thing that was noticed was the bounce of his big titties. I smirked.

He looked at me as if you're ready to scream, but the first note out of his mouth was a much higher sound that he had ever heard out of his own throat. He sounded like a woman. His eyes went wide and he asked what I did to him. I told him it was pretty obvious, but also told him it would only be the next 48 hours and reminded him that he had agreed to the girls' rules. And this was the price.

He tried to say he didn't want to go anymore. Or maybe I should say that she said ‘she’ didn't want to go anymore. But it was too late for that, we're almost there. We had stopped in a little motel so I could make these changes.

Of course his face was mostly masculine, though now cleanly shaved. I was convinced that a little makeup and a lot of contouring would change that... Okay, a lot of makeup and some contouring... But it would work.

It took a little while before she calmed down. I repeatedly explained that it was too late, the glue holding her in that feminine shape wouldn't go away until Sunday night. She was not having it. It wasn't until I offered to let her stay in the motel room... with no food that she finally agreed.

I used a long lasting waterproof makeup so she could go swimming, if she wanted. And boy, did I cake that makeup on. Glue stick, pour filler, foundation, bronzer, highlighter... A lot of blending with a sponge before I even got to the eye makeup. Violet eyeshadow that was shaped by dramatic black eyeliner for that over-emphasized cats-eye look. I got fake lashes to her eyelids and then enhanced them with mascara... And as a final touch, I used a dark lip liner to make her lips look bigger, and filled them in with a cherry red lipstick. Clip-on earrings, but I wasn’t about to start sticking needles through her for one weekend.

She looked in the mirror and was shocked that she "actually looked like a hot chick.'

I laughed before getting her some relatively normal clothes. Pink socks, Capri style jeans, a nude-colored bra and panty set... And a feminine white tank top. I found a very feminine perfume that I thought would be delightful fo her.

She was very quiet as we left the motel and walked to the car. She started walking to the driver's side, when I dangled the car keys for my fingers gesturing for her to get into the passenger side. She didn't verbally respond, but she didn't walk to the passenger side and get in.

It was a little bit of a drive, we played music, I sang, she did not, in fact she pretty much just had her hands crossed in front of her perky breasts, and didn't say a word the whole drive.

As we got closer, I reminded her that I expected her to behave well in front of the other girlies. She nodded her head, I told her to do a better job of smiling than that, and she put on a fake smile. It was good enough for me at the time.

We met in the lobby, we all got to gove each other hugs, and of course I introduced ‘Samantha.’ They all acted as if they're wondering where my man was, but I said last minute plans necessitated I bring Samantha instead. They all hugged her and welcomed her to the group, she thanked them. One at a time, she was introduced to Gianna, Ursula, Rianna, Lora, Ingrid, and Erin.

And then we retired to our room until dinner time. We all had fun stories to tell during dinner We were sipping some wine and eating our food during this part. Samantha was mostly quiet and just smiled most of the time, letting out surprise laughs when she was caught off guard. Once dinner was over we agreed to meet in an hour at the pool. I know, I know crams, but it's an ld wives’tale, trust me… and it was an hour later.

I made Samantha wear a bathing suit, it was a one piece, but the rest of us were wearing bikinis. But she dealt with it. I think she was struggling with the fact that I made her wear flats. ‘He’ was used to shoes and sneakers and never really wore anything like them before as far as I could tell. I would have loved to have made her wear high heels, but that wasn't quite the time.

She told me later that Gianna had caught her in the ladies room, and suggested finding some room to themselves because she was looking for something oral. Samantha said she wasn't interested, and Gianna teased her a little. Samantha left but Gianna did not follow. There was however a little laughter. I’m sure Samantha’s cheeks were burning.

I told her not to worry about it, she was just teasing her, kind of a bit of hazing to the new girl.

She also told me later that Ursula found her, and gave her a pinch in the ass. Apparently Samantha swatted at her, and Ursula just left. Again I told her not to worry about it, Ursula was just teasing her, kind of a bit of hazing to the new girl.

Samantha was just getting a little bit more aggravated. She didn't really seem to believe me.

Aside from that, swimming and spending time in the hot tub was just like the perfect thing to do at the hotel. And the rest of the pool time was pretty much without incident from what I'm told. I mean, I didn’t see anything, but she had these stories, so I have to trust Samantha’s word that nothing else bothered her, right?

In the middle of the night Samantha decided to leave the room and go look around. Apparently the bar was open, and she ran into Rihanna. Rihanna made her dance, but apparently it was a very sultry and sexual dance. She stood behind Samantha and bent her over and they danced as if Rihanna was fucking her up the ass. She wasn't of course, but it made Samantha feel very uncomfortable.

I told her not to worry about it, Rihanna was just teasing her, kind of a bit of hazing to the new girl.

The next morning we met for breakfast, again there were a lot of laughing and fun stories to be told. Sometime later, Samantha told me that when she went to the bathroom Lora came with her. I told Samantha to touch up her lipstick, and with Laura in the bathroom watching her, she had made a comment about her having the perfect dick sucking lips. Of course the idea that Samantha would ever suck dick was horrifying to her. 

I told her not to worry about it, Lora was just teasing her, kind of a bit of hazing to the new girl.

In the afternoon we went for a drive, we met at a nice little state park where we went for a nice long hike. It was a nice hike, and about halfway through we reached a little building. Inside were vending machines where we could get water, soda, or chips.. Seriously, who gets soda for a hike? There was a sign that requested parties not to take any of the refreshments further on the trail or not to litter. Most of us had met outside waiting for the others to join us, but I guess Samantha and Ingrid were the last ones to leave. Apparently she came up behind Samantha did a ‘reach around’ and squeezed her breasts saying that they were really nice. After the hike Samantha told me about it, apparently it made her feel very uncomfortable.

I told her not to worry about it, Ingrid was just teasing her, kind of a bit of hazing to the new girl.

The girlies were planning to go to a dance party that night, and we met in Erin's room. Samantha didn't bother to knock at the door when she went to use the restroom, and literally walked in just in time to see Erin sliding a relatively large butt plug into her ass. Samantha was aghast. Erin just laughed. And then she said she had an extra one that was slightly smaller and asked Samantha if she wanted one as well. After all, she didn't want to have anal without being stretched out at least a little bit. On the way to the club, Samantha told me about it.

I told her not to worry about it, Erin was just teasing her, kind of bit of hazing to the new girl.

The next day we're going to meet for lunch, most of us were too exhausted to meet for breakfast. Samantha did not want to come. She was convinced that the girls would figure out who she was. I think it was really that she was afraid that they already hads figured it out and didn’t want to face them… She hinted that she was afraid they were making fun of her because she was a guy in disguise. They were trying to make her feel uncomfortable because she was a man. It was a form of harassment and she was not going to take it anymore.

I told her not to worry about it. They were just teasing her, kind of a bit of hazing for the new girl.

Samantha just wasn't having it. She was adamant that the girlirs we're teasing her. They were singling her out, and going out of their way to make her feel bad. Even tried to 'admit' thought it was his fault for trying to push herself into their weekend, but it was still bullshit the way they were treating her. 

I tried to reassure her that the others were not trying to make her feel bad, but trying to make her feel welcome. She rolled his eyes at that. 

Finally I just grabbed my phone, i sent out a mass text to the girlies. She wanted to know what I was doing, and I told her that I was getting all the girls to come to our room so we could hash it out. 

Of course she got defensive. She was embarrassed by all of it. 

A few minutes later they all showed up together. I let all six girls into the room. Samantha was pacing back and forth, clearly, she felt really awkward about this. And right in front of her I asked the girlies, if any of them were going out of their way to try and make her feel left out, or unwanted. They all shook their heads to say no.

Samantha still didn't accept or believe that. She didn't actually verbalize that she was a man, but she did say that her circumstances made her unwelcome. And it was pretty clear to all of us that she was referring to her penis.

I told her that wasn't it at all. She tried to argue, but I held up a hand to stop her and she relented. At least a little bit. And then I asked the girls to line up and show her. Each girl reached between their legs and removed their camel toes, they revealed that they each had a pink chest device. All six of them… all six of them had penises. And technically I was the only woman in the room that didn't.

I asked Samantha if she believed me then, that they weren't holding her penis against them. She was flabbergasted, but she confusedly nodded her head.

I reminded her again that they were not teasing her or trying to make her feel uncomfortable or trying to tell her that she was unwanted. They're just hazing and teasing her, to make her feel as if she was one of them.

And it finally penetrated her dumb skull. They were in fact trying to make her feel welcome, even if it was just by teasing her. Each of the girls is just trying to pull around her shell. I never made her wear a chastity belt when I first dressed her up. I just enforced her with that special gaff. 

But now is my turn to hold out a little box. She took it, and opened it up. This was a chastity cage. 

I told her that we needed one more, Gianna, Ursula, Rihanna, Lisa, Ingrid, Erin…The first litter of each of their names only spelled, ‘Gurlie,’ but they were in fact girlies. They need one more girl with an 's' their name, and Samantha would have been just perfect.

She asked what would be expected of her. I said that 24 hours before the girlies met, she would be expected to be locked in. Do her best to take on that feminine form again, and meet. And when we met, they all handed their keys to me until the end of their adventure.

I could tell there was deliberation in her head. Samantha took it. She was now one of the GURLIES. And that was about it.

Well, of course more that happened! But that was the important stuff. Well… maybe a story for another time?

The End… At least for now!

Alright Sissy, Rule #4, would you want to be one of the Gurlies? Would you accept the offer? Let me know!I can’t wait to see you soon! Kisses for now!!!And of course, waiting for you to write me.

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