The day I finally arrived at Madame Stewart’s residence was a culmination of months, perhaps even years, of longing and anticipation. Every fiber of my being, every secret desire I had nurtured in the quiet corners of my mind, had led me to this moment. I was nervous, of course, a trembling leaf in the

My dearest sissies, my beautiful, eager-to-please girls. It fills my heart with a unique blend of pride and possessiveness to see you here, drawn to the promise of true transformation. You feel that undeniable pull, don’t you? That deep, aching desire to shed the coarse, uncomfortable skin of masculinity and embrace the soft, yielding, utterly

My dearest darlings, come closer. Let Madame Stewart whisper sweet truths into your eager ears, truths that will awaken the deepest desires of your feminine soul. For too long, you’ve wandered, lost in a world that doesn’t understand your delicate nature, your yearning for guidance, for a firm yet loving hand to shape you into

I will say this once, clearly, and you will listen: in my House, sissy castration does not mean anything done to your body. It means the removal of your decision-making around lust. It means I own the keys to your arousal, your attention, your routine, and your service. When I speak of a castrated sissy,

The Beginning of Truth I must confess, my darlings, that this is not merely a story. It is my account, my testament, my record of what it means to take a trembling creature who dares to call herself a sissy and turn her into something real. A maid. An obedient servant. A feminized soul who