MFF Ch. 01 - The Fantasy Begins

Author's Note :

First, MFF is "My Favorite Fantasy", in this case, sorry if its confusing (though there may be some Male-Female-Female mixed in too, lol)

This is a fairly mundane/vanilla, slow-burn, start to the series. If you don't care about the background, and just want to get to "the good stuff", you may have to wait for chapters four or five (not sure how this will lay out yet).

Rest assured, gentle reader, that there will be plenty of sex, like my other stories so far, but this one will also have (sometimes very heavy) tones of BDSM mixed in. The basic core is male-to-female transformation/feminization of the main character (narrator), within a Female Dominate led relationship.

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Like many fantasies, the background story is fuzzy... i'm never quite sure what leads me and Mistress up to the point where the fantasy starts, but somehow i have done something to please Mistress greatly and, after a play session where She has thoroughly enjoyed Herself, She has told me that i have earned a special treat.

Hearing this puts a thrill in my heart that i can't even begin to describe. It races, and my stomach quivers, as Her words hit home; not only at the thought of what my treat may be (though trying to guess that tidbit of information does, unfortunately, make my mind waver for a few seconds), but mainly because earning a reward of any kind from Her means that i have pleased Her; and pleasing Her is what my life is devoted to.

I wonder, fleetingly, what it was i may have done to deserve this great joy, wishing to know so that i can please Her again in the future, but i don't have time to spend on idle thinking. Mistress is already closing the door behind Her, and before She left She had told me that I was to be "fully cleaned up" when she returned to help me dress for the evening.

I silently curse myself for the precious seconds i have already lost to my "daydreaming" and turn, hurrying to the small bath area that is set in one corner of my room. I resist the urge to run or take long strides (Mistress says it isn't proper), and instead use the quick, almost dainty, steps that She has taught me, to cross the distance. I start water running in the large tub, and add some of the scented bubble bath that i know Mistress likes so well. As the bath fills (it is a large tub), i turn on the water to the wall mounted shower head and step under it's hard stream to briskly scrub off the sweat and grime of the day, and from the recently finished session. Then do a quick first-wash of my hair. By then, the tub is full enough, so i turn off the water and return to my pre-bath cleansing.

This shower, similar to many others, has a hand attachment that can be turned on rather then the main shower head. Unlike most, however, it doesn't end in a shower-massage or portable shower head, but in a soft plastic douche tip about 5" long with a bulbous end that has eight little holes in it for the water to come out. I adjust the water temp so it isn't too hot, then slide the simple, but effective, tool up inside my body and allow the water to fill me. I have know idea what Mistress has in mind for me, but i know that when She says that i should be "fully clean", She means inside and out!

When i feel that i can hold no more, i slide the tool back out, being careful to retain the water as the tip comes free, and let the hose hang down the wall as i move over to the small toilet. There is a drain, of course, in the bath area of the room, for the shower and bath to run into, but after Mistress made me clean the floor and drain cover orally after inadvertently spilling when She first taught me how to cleanse myself for her, i have always been careful to use the stool to expel the water three (i normally make it four, just to be safe) times. After the last trip to the stool, i rinse myself out again, and leave the tip in after i am full, allowing the water to force it's way out around the small body for a couple of long minutes before removing it and switching back to the main shower head to rinse myself off again. One final trip to the stool, then i climb into the steaming hot tub to finish my preparations.

The warm water feels good and my body relaxes tremendously as i settle into its flower scented depths. I allow myself one glorious minute of pure, utter relaxation, before turning my attention to the next task.

While the shower was useful in removing the bulk of the day's grime, i know that there is still much cleaning to do, and set to work as Mistress told me; from the head down, starting with a second wash of my hair. I had assumed when i first came to Her, that Mistress would want me to wear my hair long; i have naturally soft, thick, brown locks and other women had told me in the past that they envied it. Mistress, however, kept it bobbed just above the collar, which on days like this when i was pressed for time, made washing so much easier. Still, i took the time to make sure that i did a thorough job of massaging in the shampoo, before submerging myself in the tub to rinse it out. After forcing most of the water out of my hair with my hands, i applied a liberal amount of conditioner and used a comb from the nearby table to arrange my hair and work the conditioner in.

Leaving the scented cream (i had chosen strawberry, knowing that Mistress liked that lingering smell in my hair), i grabbed a bar of soap and a sponge and carefully, thoroughly washed every inch of skin from my face down to my toes. Using the same bar, i then lathered and carefully shaved those parts of my body where there was any chance of offending hair growing. The legs, of course, took the longest to do. While Mistress always says that my long legs were my best body part, i hate the time it takes to shave them, and envied other servants (and mistresses as well, truth be told) who had "normal" (which i deemed as anything less them my own 44" hip-to-heel length) legs. Still, i knew how much She loved to see and feel my legs, how She said she'd love to show them off to her friends at some point, so i carefully shaved each leg, from the top out-side hip, all the way down past the ankle.

By the time i was done, the bath water was starting to get cold, but that didn't matter anymore since i was through. I got out and pulled the drain cord, letting the water flow along the tiled floor to the drain, then rinsed the tub out and washed it with a sponge before turning the shower back on. A quick final rinse of my hair and body, and a fast but complete check of my shaving, and i was as ready to move on.

I mopped down the bath area, and put all my things away, then grabbed a bottle of lotion and started working it in, concentrating on my legs by also applying it to the rest of my body and face, before deciding that i was as ready as i could be until She returned for me.

As i waited, i busied myself with picking up my room and cleaning the various toys and furniture that we had used in our afternoon together, and i was just starting to wonder if i shouldn't put on a robe (i was starting to get a little chill in my still damp state), when i heard the lock turning in the door.

As soon as i heard the first rattle of the key, i folded the rag i was using to clean with, placed it and, the spray bottle of cleaning solution, on the floor beside me, and turned to face the door, then kneeled and lowered my head reverently to touch the floor, awaiting Her entrance.

The door opened, then clicked shut again, followed by the soft, but somehow infinitely loud sound of her footsteps moving across the floor towards me. Even after all this time, my heart still thudded loudly in my chest as i basked in the simple, but overpowering, joy of being in her presence.

This was the woman who had found me, a sad, lonely, and (to my mind at least) ugly creature, and, through Her love alone, had begun to transform me; to shape me by Her will, into the woman that i now knew i could be. I know only too well that i am not there yet, but She has gotten me closer then i could have ever done on my own, and has made me feel more love then i ever thought i could along the way. This was the woman who was my Mistress, my world, my all, and kneeling in front of her still brought a thrill of joy to me every time.

As my heart continued it's thunderous throbbing in my chest, i was acutely aware of Her presence, of the fact that She had stopped mere feet away from me, and was even now probably looking me, and the room, over to see if i met Her wishes. Her presence was a palpable force and when She spoke it was the sweet melody of a summer brook; light and wonderful, but still carrying all the potential to become a roaring waterfall of power if made to spill over. It was the voice of power, of control, and of love.

"We are going to have 'Friends' over tonight," She started, and my body filled with a whole new level of joy at Her carefully chosen words; "guests", or even "people", who were coming to visit were the mundanes of the world. They were just bodies who were intruding (i know that isn't the proper word, but i still think of it that way) in the Mistress' house, because She needed them for some function or another, normally Her work, and thus had to put up with them. They were people who didn't understand us, and who couldn't know about the real me, or about our relationship.

"Friends," on the other hand, were those who did know! (or who could know) and were indeed a rare treat. Their expected arrival MUST be the special reward that Mistress had spoken of earlier, and they would also explain why i had been instructed to prepare myself. Mistress must feel that i have progressed enough in my training, for Her to desire to show me off... something She had only done twice before, both times back when i was just a "project" that She was going to work on. If She was going to have friends over tonight, and if i was to be part of it (and i must be a part of it, or She would have no need to inform me), then She must feel that i was ready to be shown. That i was getting closer to being the beautiful woman that She (and i, myself), wanted me to be.

A thrill of joy surged through me... as did a shadow of doubt. Would i be good enough for Her friends, or would i embarrass my Mistress in front of them by reverting somehow to the ugly creature i had been when She found me?

Whether a slight tremble in my body gives away my thoughts, or it is just Her complete understanding of me, Mistress knows what i am thinking. "you feel that you are not pretty enough yet, don't you?" She asks.

Knowing no other way to respond, i have to tell Her the truth, "You know best of course, Mistress, but i fear that i am unworthy of the honor and am afraid that i could cause you to be embarrassed in front of your friends."

"Nonsense!" She replies with just the hint of a musical laugh in Her voice. "That is the beauty of true friends, you never need to feel embarrassed around them, you need only to be yourself and they will accept you.

"You will do fine. In fact, I expect you to be a big hit tonight, so let's get you ready, shall we."

Despite the words, it was a command, not a question, so i was already tensing to move when She spoke Her next. This command was also given with a soft voice, and easy going manor, that most would not have recognized it as a command at all, but i leapt to obey as soon as She said, "lets start with an inspection."