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(fetish, sissy, feminization, modification, consensual, reluctant, FLR)
By ChangeYourPassword Return to the island
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of my story 'Paradise Isle, The Beginning', for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures enjoyed at that glorious resort local.
Final note: This story includes another surgical procedure that is real, but harsh.
Dylan had settled into the life that Logan had established for her. Dilan, the sissy was no more. Logan had even arranged for an identity change for her husband. The picture on Dylan's new driver's license, as well as the one on her passport showed Dylan the woman.
Those had been difficult arrangements for him, now her. She had gotten used to her life as a girl. In many respects it was easier than his life as a sissy. At least since their visit to Paradise Isle when so much of his body had been remodeled.
She no longer had to suffer through the humiliation of being a guy with breasts, in feminine clothes.
And for some reason, sitting to pee now seemed more acceptably appropriate to her.
Her only complication was tediously having to remove her makeup to appear on work-related video conference calls. At work, to her customers and bosses, she was still Dilan the guy.
Of course, Dylan wore her sexy maid's outfits at all times, while at home. But now she wore pretty dresses when she went out shopping or for dates with her Mistress. And these days she always kept Logan's dildo tucked back between her legs, so she could maintain her lady-like, front profile.
And the longer she wore her strict corsets, the smaller her waist became and the better her figure appeared. Dylan did appreciate that aspect, and became more or less comfortable with the constant restriction.
All in all, she became the perfect, sexy girl that her wife demanded. And Logan loved it so much, she wanted more.
She had signed Dylan up for cooking classes at the local community college, so several times a week Dylan, wearing her uniform attended school.
Logan had insisted that since the education was for Dylan the maid, not Dylan the girl, she should dress the part.
Dylan had resisted, protested, and whined, and even cried, but all to no avail. Logan was adamant, even nasty and threatening. So, Dylan, hugely embarrassed, attended school looking as her old dream-girl, Yvette the maid.
The one concession Logan did agree to was to allow Dylan to hide her outfit beneath an appropriately styled cape that hid her clothing, while she walked across the school's grounds, even though it certainly looked out of place on a college campus in the twenty-first century.
In the classroom, though, while she spent a couple of hours with a dozen women intent on learning how to make gourmet meals, she was on full display. And all of them, as well as the instructor, also a woman, were clearly put off by the sexy servant in their midst. Their disdain, contempt and disgust were obvious, but Dylan had no choice but to ignore it and carry on, as Logan expected better meals, and she had to deliver.
Despite her humiliations and discomfort, Dylan's love for Logan remained strong. She still worshiped her lover and followed her every instruction. And much of the time she did enjoy married life.
But there were admittedly, times when she grew tired of her routine. She was always so busy working, either at Dilan's job on the phone in his home office, or in her role as maid and lover, taking care of her wife and their home.
Logan, did notice. She cared for her husband, and Dylan's lethargy began worrying her.
"What's wrong, lover?" she asked one night when Dylan seemed particularly listless as they cuddled in bed. "Aren't you comfortable with our marriage?"
"Of course, I am."
"Is it your looks and clothes?"
"No, you like them, so I do, too." He said, defensively.
"Then what?"
He sighed, "I guess I'm just tired. My job keeps me busy all day, and my chores and classes keep me busy in the evenings and on weekends." He paused, and then smiling wryly, added, "and you keep me busy at night."
She chuckled at that, and so did he.
"But it leaves me tired, all of the time."
"Oh, poor baby," she said, as she lifted up from her favorite position on Dylan's chest and kissed him lovingly.
Then she climbed up to lay on top of her, so they were face to face, breasts to breasts, and the dildo was positioned just under her pussy.
Logan looked at him thoughtfully. istanbul travesti "You know, there's no real reason for you to keep your old job. We don't need the money. Frankly, it only adds to our tax burden."
She paused to let the idea sink in. Watching Dylan's reaction, she could see that her girl was surprised, and hesitant.
"Dylan, just think. You wouldn't have to deal with any more video calls; fooling around with your makeup and worrying about being found-out.
"And you know I'm right about not needing the money."
Dylan still didn't answer. She was still lost in thought. Part of her liked the idea. No more worries about work. She'd only have to deal with the housework and taking care of her wife.
But it haunted her that she'd then be a full-time girl, and maid. There would be no semblance of the guy she used to be. Dilan would be gone for good. It seemed like it would be the final big step. From guy, to sissy, to permanent girl.
Not something he'd ever imagined. Not the life he had ever dreamed of.
But he'd never imagined meeting anyone like Logan, or loving anyone like her, or becoming a version of Yvette.
He smiled, for a moment, thinking about that. He had fantasized about her. Ever since he'd seen the movie, but he hadn't imagined he'd become her.
Logan saw her expression change, and the little smile on her lover's face, encouraged her. "So, are you ready to quit being a wage slave?" she asked, hopefully.
Dylan snapped out of her reverie, and chuckled. "No more wage slave, just a sex slave?"
Logan laughed. "Well, no more wage slave, anyway. Won't that be nice?"
Dylan grinned. "Yes, Mistress."
Logan nodded, and they kissed again, and it felt good. So good, that when they broke it off, Logan repositioned herself to straddle her lover and lower herself down onto her dildo. And with her hands cupping Dylan's wonderfully large breasts - bigger than her own - she rode her until they both enjoyed their orgasms.
Afterwards, while they relaxed, with Logan back with her head laying on Dylan's chest, she mumbled, "it will be nice having my Dylan all to myself."
Dylan chuckled, "I've always been all yours."
"Yes, I know, but I had to share you with your company and clients."
"I'll give my notice, tomorrow." Dylan said. But then she sighed. "You know, I haven't been unemployed since college."
"Oh, you won't be unemployed. You still have plenty to do around here."
Dylan just smiled. She did enjoy that part...
So, in a little private ceremony, two weeks later, the two of them said goodbye to Dilan, with an 'i'.
Dylan became a full-time maid, and cook and wife. And her life got easier. She had more time on her hands to relax.
While Logan spent her long days at the hospital and in surgery, she could complete all of her chores, in her maid's uniform, run errands in her dresses, prepare their meals, attend her cooking class, and still have time to relax in the evenings.
Logan saw the change in her lover, and was pleased, and contented. Her Dylan was her perfect companion and lover. And she still enjoyed seeing her in her sexy and revealing French maid's uniform. She looked so cute, and shapely.
And she was now so accustomed to and comfortable with her full-time girlish persona that Logan started thinking about next steps.

It had been eight full months since their wedding, when Logan announced that she needed a vacation and that it was about time for them to celebrate a real honeymoon. As their wedding had come so soon after their trip to Paradise Isle, they hadn't taken one.
And what better celebration could they ask for, but a return to that wonderful island.
"Wouldn't some other place be more exciting?" Dylan had asked. She wasn't all that thrilled about going back to the place where her life had officially changed forever. Not that she wasn't content, but...
"Oh, no. I love that place, and I'm sure we'll have just as much fun this time as we had the last time."
Her comment made Dylan nervous. The last time he'd returned with big breasts, and a dildo between her legs, rather than a functioning cock.
It was two months later when they boarded the flight that would start them on their journey. This time, Dylan was all female as she settled into her first-class seat, and monitored the other passengers as they boarded. The only looks she got were from the occasional guy who admired her breasts, beneath the tight top of her dress.
They settled into the long flight, and relaxed, reconciled to the two flights and ferry ride needed to get to the island resort.
Logan was really looking forward to the extended vacation and the things she had planned for her girl. While Dylan also looked forward to the sand, surf, food and drink. She too felt the need for some time off. But she was also apprehensive, remembering her last visit. She had no idea what Logan might have arranged for her this time, travesti istanbul if anything.
One aspect that Dylan was happily looking forward to was being able to spend her days without the confinement of a corset. As almost everyone wore little more than skimpy swimwear, that's what she'd be wearing too. Half of the women wore only their bikini bottoms, and some even went completely nude. She and Logan planned to go topless, and she'd tuck her dildo back between her legs, as she always did when she was out in public.
Eventually they arrived at the island's dock, and the tedious reception process they remembered from their first trip. At least this time they knew what to expect.
For this visit, their hostess was Maria, and she was friendly and pleasant like all the other members of the island's staff.
She made certain that they were fully checked in, that they were issued island phones and their personal phones, with their forbidden cameras had been turned in and secured, awaiting their departure.
She also ensured that they had received their guest identification bands. Logan received the black band for a guest at the Fet Resort, the same as she'd worn the previous trip. Dylan though was shocked when a pink band was secured around her left wrist.
"Pink? Bimbofication?" she whispered to Logan when Maria stepped away, and they were alone for a moment.
Logan smiled, "Well, my love, I didn't think orange for 'feminization' would be appropriate for this trip. I thought it might even be humiliating for you."
Dylan thought for a moment, she could see Logan's point. She was already almost completely female, and an orange bracelet would only call attention to her original gender. But 'bimbo'? What in the hell did Logan have in store for her this time? Whatever it was, it scared the hell out of her.
Maria returned and led them toward the shuttle to the fetish resort, where they'd be staying. "Looks like you'll have a nice long stay with us. Four weeks. It will give you time to recover from your procedures.
"Dylan, your appointment at the clinic is tomorrow."
"Excellent," Logan replied. "It's a bit of a surprise for my girl, here."
"Ah, I see," Maria said. She had experience with a number of guest couples who had played at that game. Bimbofication procedures often followed that model.
Dylan kept staring at her wife, frightened and hoping for an explanation, but Logan just smiled and moved along. She couldn't press for answers, as she didn't really want to talk about Logan's plans, in public. It would have to wait until they got into the room.
Inside their suite, and finally alone, Dylan confronted her lover.
"Okay, Logan, spill it. What do you have in mind for me now?"
Logan frowned at her. "Never you mind. It's a surprise and I don't like your tone. Whatever happened to 'Mistress'? Have you forgotten your manners?"
Dylan realized that she'd overstepped her bounds. "I'm sorry Mistress. But I'm worried."
Logan relaxed, and stepped over to her with a smile. She reached out and held Dylan's head in her two palms, "don't worry, my love. I just want to make you prettier. More feminine. After all you no longer have to look like a boy named Dilan on those silly video conferences. Now you can look all woman. And that's what I've arranged."
"Plastic surgery on my face?" Dylan asked, apprehensively.
"Yes, my dear. You have to admit that you're not a pretty girl, now. But by the time the doctors are through with a few minor adjustments, you'll look much better. And we'll both be happy, right?"
Dylan, had no answer for that statement. She had never wanted to look like a girl in the first place. Her years of looking like an effeminate male, a sissy, had been difficult, and these past months looking like a girl had indeed been better, but to take that feminization even further was appalling.
"Right?" Logan prompted her for an answer.
"I suppose." Dylan replied, unenthusiastically.
Logan frowned, again. "Now Dylan. You always tell me that you'll do whatever I want, and this is what I want. So, tell me how wonderful it will be."
Dylan took a deep breath. "Yes, Mistress, it will be wonderful looking like a pretty girl." She said it, but didn't really believe it. What would she be, then?
Logan didn't hear, or ignored her tone, "good. Now get into a bikini bottom, and let's go out and get something to eat.
Their walk through the resort to the restaurant was a pleasant one. Two nicely shaped and topless women, moving along amongst all of the other beautiful and erotic guests. They fit in nicely and enjoyed viewing and being viewed.
Dylan forgot all about her own naked breasts as she examined the other women they encountered. Many were gorgeous, erotic and exotic. And many had smaller breasts than her own. She ignored the men who ogled her chest.
Logan appreciated the sights as well, but unlike her companion, she enjoyed the wanting stares of the guys. istanbul travestileri Especially those directed at her lover. Those poor slobs, she thought, don't understand what's tucked away between her Dylan's legs. Imagining how they'd react made her chuckle...
The pair enjoyed an excellent meal, and a couple of glasses of fine wine as they sat and chatted, happily and lovingly. They were in a wonderful location and the sky and the views were enchanting. And, of course, the other guests and the overall atmosphere were erotically charged. What more could a loving couple ask for?
After dinner the two of them wandered around a bit until they came to a cozy little bar, dimly lit, that wasn't too very crowded, perhaps because the music was cool Jazz, rather than some other genre.
There in the dim lighting, they found a table for two off to one side. They settled in and when a server materialized out of the dark, with a couple of glasses of water, they ordered wine.
While they waited for their drinks, they scanned around the other tables.
"Wow." Logan mumbled as her gaze fell on the table behind Dylan.
"What?" Dylan whispered back.
"There's a beautiful Faun, or some such forest fantasy creature sitting behind you. She's extraordinarily sexy."
When Dylan swiveled to look, she knocked her glass of water glass off the table and it crashed to the deck, beneath them. Luckily it didn't shatter, but it did make a racket and the couple at the table certainly noticed.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Dylan said, horrified. But then she got a look at the woman, the faun, sitting there, next to her man. And her mouth fell open as she stared at the vision. The fet resort was full of exotic and even bizarre women, but the girl at the other table was unique and very erotic.
The guy chuckled. "Hi I'm Liam, and this is my wife, Willow."
As Dylan was still dumbstruck, Logan stepped in. "HI, I'm Logan and my clumsy wife is Dylan. I'm afraid it's all my fault. I saw Willow, and was so impressed that I tried to point her out to Dylan. And the rest you saw."
Liam chuckled. "Yes, I did. My Willow does draw a lot of attention. As she should."
Dylan was still staring at the faun sitting at the other table. She was truly an exotic vision. She looked like she was half forest creature, and half woman. Dylan couldn't fathom why. Willow had hooves like a dear, and her legs and the lower part of her body was covered in shaggy fur. It looked soft and fluffy, and Dylan really wanted to touch it and feel it.
From her waist up, Willow was bare skinned, but it was well tanned, and covered in delicate white spots, like a baby dear - a faun. She had a flat tummy and nice breasts, long thin arms and a pretty neck, with a bejeweled cat collar wrapped around it.
Her head, though was covered in thick wavy hair, whose color matched her fur. Sticking out of it, were a pair of ram's horns. That curled around the sides of her head. Out from the sides of her head, beneath her horns, two long, pointy ears stood out from the sides of her skull. Pretty and delicate chandelier-type earrings dangled and shimmered from near their end-points.
Her face was something else entirely. She looked a bit like a cat, with a dark nose and a split lip beneath it. And her eyes were heavily lined and shaped to add to her cat-like appearance. But around the edges of her face, along her hairline she again had the same white spots that covered her body.
All in all, it was a fantastically beautiful picture and it made Dylan's dildo grow and push uncomfortably out of its position down and back between her legs, despite all of her well-practiced self-control.
Finally, Dylan snapped out of her mindless stare and realized that all three of the others were watching her, waiting for her to do or say something.
She blushed furiously.
"Um, sorry, I, um, was just mesmerized." She finally got out. "She's lovely. I mean, you're lovely, Willow."
Liam laughed. "As a woodland faun, Willow doesn't speak. It's part of her character as a nymph princess."
"Oh? Do tell." Logan asked, intrigued.
"Well, why don't you two ladies join us and I'll explain." He said, before turning to Willow, "you wouldn't mind, would you, my pet?"
Willow looked at him and nodding, hummed a melodious, higher-pitched tone.
"Excellent." Liam said.
Logan, and Dylan smiled and shifted their chairs around while pushing their table aside so that all four of them were sitting together around Liam and Willow's little table, knee to knee.
It was a cozy arrangement, and Willow was fascinating, but bizarre. Dylan got a charge when her knee came to rest against Willow's.
Once everyone was settled, Liam told his story. "Well, my Willow was always enamored with Cosplay, and her favorite character was a woodland nymph or faun. Actually, I met her at Comicon, in San Diego. I live in La Joya, and curious, I wandered down to the convention center to take a look.
"And with one sight of her, I fell in love. Of course, her costume, back then, four years ago, was quite amateurish, but she looked wonderful. I introduced myself, and we got to talking, and it all worked out. We became friends, and then lovers, and finally husband and wife."