Why did he dream that his breasts were growing, that his legs were weakening into lovely shapes, and that his penis, which had failed him so often was erecting into a feminine finger that he could... oh no, it wasn't possible... that he could point towards all the other stiff 'feminine fingers' of several other feminised men dressed as little girls too. He reached an orgasm in his dream. He thought he had another. Then another, very intense one when he met a particularly lovely sissy in a short pink dress and they began kissing.... He woke up, so wanting to meet that sissy again... to point his 'finger' towards his, under their delicious frilly petticoats.
Instead, he found himself hanging in a silk hammock thing, surrounded by nurses. The youngest nurses he had ever seen, grinning at him.
Hey, wait... I haven't got breasts! Oh no! No, it couldn't be true! He did have breasts, suddenly developed on his chest and thrilling him with quivers of sensuality as his nipples were gently squeased. The realisation flooded him with a rich sense of girlish pleasure, running through his breasts, his penis, his anus... Ohhh he felt so ashamed of what they were doing to him, but still his pleasure spurted into their hands from his rampant, willing penis. This was so exciting, horrifying though it was. He had breasts! And fingers up his secret passage!
From there he was carried along a corridor to another room - a school room, with desks facing each other in a circle, their occupants looking like frightful caricatures of girlishness. He was planted in a kind of play pen, barely wide enough to surround him up to his breasts with plastic bars, so that he was kept in place. He couldn't have got out anyway, with four busty nurses undressing him through the bars and preparing him to join the proceedings.
In no time he was being dropped from above into the only desk without an occupant, as though it had been waiting for him. He got a shock: instead of the seat he was expecting, he landed in the gusset of a pair of rubber panties, which sagged to take his weight while clutching him in rings of elastic round his legs. Everyone else was dressed like him, in a school uniform: a crisp, short-sleeved blouse - his was primrose yellow - and pale honey nylons held up by a suspender belt with satiny garters, covered in a flimsy, see-thru panty in dainty white nylon. Also like everyone else, his penis was stretched to the limit.
"We all know Sissy Lesley likes his blouse and his panties," smirked the nurse in charge. Unlike the nurses who had handled him so far, she was at least 40 and wore a tight nursing uniform in jade green rubber, with a white rubber apron buttoned to it, with starched collar and cuffs and a tall pointed nursing cap. The nurses addressed her as 'Matron'.
The sissies to Lesley's right and left began to cry, rubbing their eyes and stretching their legs out from under their desks. He soon saw that their bottoms and cocks were contained in rubber panties like his, all of them transparent and all of them showing extreme erections.
"That's because becoming a girl is what you really want, isn't it, dearies? You were all such pathetic failures as men. You want Matron to dress you in little girls' dresses and lovely frilly bonnets to match those precious, wimpy feelings of dressiness that you love. Well I'm going to dress you, my little sweeties, but only when you really fall in love with another sissy girly. Then we can move you on to your next stage of development. Isn't that simple?"
An outburst of bleating and begging broke out. "I want to be dressed, Matron... please!" "And I do... I'm in love, Matron... with sissy Simon over there. Can't we sit together, in the same desk?"
His heart leapt in his blouse. This was so unlike anything he had ever felt. He recalled the blissful dreams of that morning with his nurses. He was sure he could see passionate interest... deep emotion, in those eyes, and without realising it, his own legs stretched as far towards this sissy as they would reach, and separated themselves out wide, to force his penis filled panties towards his new love.
'Ainsley'. How lovely. What a girlish sissy he was. But the sissy boy of his dreams had another nurse bending over him, whispering.
His desk was moving, wheeled forward, but not towards his darling! In another direction altogether, out of the schoolroom and into a side room, where they were joined by Matron.
The door opened and Ainsley was wheeled into the room, his lips trembling, his legs outstretched and his penis as rampant as could be. Matron made two phone calls.
"All right, Miss Widebotham, I shall proceed with his conversion."
As soon as the two dewey-eyes sissies were in short, frilly petticoats and adorned with lovely silk dresses, there was no need any longer for guardian nurses.
Their bonnets came next. A lovely pink one for Lesley and a blue one for Ainsley to match his precious dress. No wonder their penises were so stiff, beneath such darling, little girls' dresses and with their faces surrounded with white latex inside their silk bonnets. The boys interlaced their fingers... and pressed their dresses together so that their penises kissed most gently.
"Come along now, sweeties," said Matron, now that the sweethearts were standing so close to each other. She held the latex inner hood of Ainsley's bonnet and drew Lesley's latex to meet it. The zipper catch connected and started to slide up their cheeks.