TJ Ryder
The 15th Annual DommyMommy Ball!
Briarcliff Academy
Jan 15 7 PM
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Terrence/Terri P stood in the foyer of the
famous and also notorious feminization school for
select young males and stared at the announcement on
the bulletin board.
"That figures!" he half smiled. Going back up
to his room since classes were over for the day he
saw his upperclass roommate doing some sewing wearing
only panties over his chastity belt.
"Okay Dorian, I guess you weren't just pulling my
chain about the DommyMommy Ball!"
Dorian looked up with amusement, "Is it posted
already? Well, of course I did warn you!"
"Ah well, " Terri slipped his feminine sleeveless top
off and sat on his bunk delicately because his blue swollen
balls from two weeks of enforced chastity made it
risky. Once he sat and pinched a testicle.
"I suppose the good news is we can take these damn
things off!"
"Whatever gave you that idea, dear boy?"
"Well, come on, I mean we can't possibly go meet women
like this!"
"Why did you think they put us in chastity, silly boy?"
"Um, well, not for this dance, are you serious?"
"Always the fast learner aren't we? Of course, it's called
the DommyMommy after all. They want to see nice prime
teen bloated blue balls!"
"Oh brother, well, I better let my skirt out a little
in front or I'm going to show a bulge. Maybe add a few pleats!"
"Oh, don't bother about that for this dance. We will get
assigned uniforms just before the dance begins, and right after
the mistresses unlock the chastity belts!"
"Hmmm, well, that takes care of that! Any idea what they
are?"
"Mmmmm, maybe a few square inches of the sheerest fabric they
can find. Something like a speedo bathing suit but much more
flimsy and revealing!"
Terri gasped, "B-but, I mean without getting off after they
take the belts off, I mean, I'll look... well!"
"Yes, the women will be fully clothed of course, many wearing
leather or bikinis, but it is intended for the boys to look like
walking genitalia. We may also have our hands cuffed in back
and most likely dog collars and leashes!"
"B-but, its a dance! How do I dance with a woman like that?"
"It's a cattle inspection for sissyboys, not really a dance!
But if its like last year it will be equally divided between
male choice and ladies choice!"
Terry laid back on his bunk, "I can't believe it! I suppose
the women will all be there!"
"Doubtless, perhaps some youv'e already gone out with from
previous dances, and they are interested in our progress
especially for you first year sissies!"
"And, I suppose, after the dance the chastity belts go
back on!"
"That will be up to the women, or more specifically, the woman
you choose, or pretend to yourself that you actually choose!"
"Oh, I see, it's like a pairing off thing? Does that mean there
will be enough women, dommy mommies, to go around?"
"Maybe more, maybe less!" The goal for this dance for you
first termers is to get settled with one dommy mommy for the
second semester!"
"Hmmmm, but, how do I choose?"
Dorian looked up with a amused smirk. "Let your balls do the
walking, sissy!" Terri snorted and picked up a magazine. His
roommate could be just insufferable at times!
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Later in the week Terri had the chance to go over the possibilities
for a new relationship. He had been in some temporary ones and
talking to other 'bois' he realized he was ready for a more long
term one, but the whole format for this dance was more humiliating
than he even first thought. He needed to talk to someone who was
kind of on the outside looking in, and what better person than
a boy who arrived already a feminine slaveboy.
"Peter!" he called out as the slim young blonde walked through
the quadrangle on campus in a cute pink microdress.
"Terri?"
"Peter can I talk to you about this coming dance? I mean you
are going?"
"Well Of course, it is mandatory!"
"Yes, silly me. Okay, well, I hadn't noticed lately but are you
still going out with your mother?"
Peter smiled and lowered his voice. "Well, you know the whole
idea of sending me off to Briarcliff was to wean me off mother,
and vice versa.
