Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 28. Conclusion.

by Jackie J

Wendy knew the protocol for conditioning rebellious women brought to the pens, she knew her job and did it well little knowing the piggy she was conditioning, hidden within its pig snouted cowl was Jessica, that was until the Thursday of the second week. Having spilled a slopping out bucket over the head of her charge she had to raise the cowl to clear the eye slit, Wendy rocked back in horror and almost slipped to the floor seeing the empty eyes of Jess staring blankly back at her? Jess’s ass now littered with welts from Wendy’s cane and her pussy open and bruised Wendy went into a panic, what had she done?

Jess showed no emotion or reaction her mind already beginning to fade and Wendy closed back the cowl, she had to see Maggie?

Maggie showed Wendy the signed letter from Jess asking, but how it read, more demanding Maggie put her into a harness, cowl her and leave her in the pens. Drawing Wendy into her conspiracy the cunning, lying Maggie explained that she had to do it, Jess had insisted, she had made her do it to her many times, longer periods each time. This time she wanted to be left for longer treated like one of the guests brought for conditioning,

Even More Transformation Reading Suggestions

Some of you asked me to share more transformation reading suggestions (other that what you can find in this blog or in the Library section that is).  Please read My favorites list I did back in December 2016, as well as My favorite TG stories list and a follow-up More Reading Suggestions list. Time to remember a few oldies as well as to talk about some new stories I've recently enjoyed, including the ones that are still ongoing. A mixed assortment really and something to keep you occupied while the next chapter of The Secret Slave is being prepared (if 80+ comments under Part 14 are any indication, some of your are eagerly anticipating that so I hope I won't disappoint).

None of the stories here are lady-to-maid, but many of them share the themes I enjoy - change/drop of status, role swap, cultural change, age regression/progression, and downgrade. Ranging from the mild to the hardcore. 

Corporate Dress Code - Daring Diane has made her name as a master of realistic age regression stories, many of which you can find in her excellent blog. She started e-publishing relatively recently and already has a number of books out in various transformation genres. This one I particularly liked because it utilizes a couple of my favourite themes - stuck due to a mistake of one's own making and office power reversal. Terry, a young executive, develops a new, ultra feminine corporate dress code for women in the office, but finds out he must follow it himself after he develops breasts (a prerequisite to follow the dress code). Exceptionally well written and highly recommended even if you are not into crossdressing.

Sophie's Premature Ageing - an ongoing age progression story at The Changing Mirror forum in the glorious tradition of Annabelle's New Role. Part 9 was just published the other day and this exciting tale has quite a distance left to cover, but I can already list it among the best age progression stories I've read. And, which is very rare for AR stories, it's completely realistic: no magic is involved, all the changes (so far) are achieved with cosmetics and latex prosthetics (even though something more permanent appears to be on the horizon). Sophie, a social studies students, creates a persona as an elderly lady so that she can get a better understanding of how the old people live for her university studies.  Needless to say, things slowly spiral out of control as she finds herself in a nursing home. Can't wait to see where this one goes. 

Undercover Best Friend - a novel of age regression from August D. Adams, who'd penned a number of similar stories. This one just came out and I literally finished it today. I am a sucker for good and realistic age regression stories and this one hits most of the right buttons for me. Undercover, of course, is a popular transformation fiction trope, but I can't get enough of it when it's done right. Allison, a 24-year old petite police officer. goes undercover as a 12-year old schoolgirl to become friends with a crime lord's daughter. Incredibly well crafted and leaves me jealous as a writer of the author's storytelling skill. One of the best stuck/demotion stories I've read in recent years. Highly recommended. 

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 27.

by Jackie J

Being head maid another day of organising staff in the manor guests coming and going, rooms to prepare, menus to decide upon, Jess was run off her feet. Whilst Jess had not forgotten about her arrangement with Maggie, far from it, it was not at the front of her mind. Jess caught a fleeting glimpse of Katrina but that was all. Jess knew they had no reason to fall out but Katrina seemed totally distracted with this special project which seemed to centre around suite 206 on the top floor. Jess was tempted to spy on Katrina but thought the better of it, no one was allowed near the secure suites and surely whatever Katrina was involved in could not go on for much longer it was almost eight weeks already?

Her work in the main manor completed and everyone busy Jess did her rounds and eventually found herself in the East wing. Maggie was out in the pens tending another crop of guests and looking over towards Jess waved her hand. Jess made her way down the ramp to the grazing area and shooing away a wondering harnessed guest stood by the rail of one of the pens taking care not to step in any of the mess. Maggie, huffing and puffing pail and mop in hand staggered to Jess.

“Phew this batch are hard work I hope you won’t be this much trouble when I have you down here in the piggy farm again.”

A few housekeeping points: New Tags and Anonymous Comments

Dear readers,

I've finally found time to plough through this blog's labels and introduced several new ones to make it easier looking for stories that you like (and avoiding the ones you don't). It's been a very laborious process going through 350+ posts and I might have wrongly classified some of them - if anything strikes you as wrong, please drop me a line and I'll fix it. Also, if you have good ideas for tags I could add, please let me know. Among the new labels I've created are BDSM, body swap, magic, and weight gain.

As you might have noticed, Google's been fiddling with some of Blogspot's services as of late, essentially resetting email notifications due to the European Union's new data protection rules. So, if you haven't been getting notifications the past month like myself, you need to set them up again and then click the subscribe link. It really makes a difference if you are trying to track new comments or new posts. I've added a new e-mail notification widget to the right if you'd like to subscribe/re-subscribe.

On the subject of comments. Last thing I want to do is to restrict comments to members only (even though that means I have to manually delete spam), but could I possibly ask those of you that don't use their Google accounts to use the Name/URL function to comment? You can select any name you like and no registration is needed as far as I understand. Or, at the very least, if you insist on using "Anonymous" to comment, could you sign your messages? I really value the comments that you make but the fact that I often can't distinguish between dozens of different "Anonymouses" is infuriating. Blogspot's system that doesn't allow you to reply to second-level comments directly makes it even harder to track who said what and to whom. It gets really messy sometimes. Thank you for your understanding!

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Story: The Statue

Re-published with the author's kind permission. Please check out Tservo's wonderful Deviant Art page devoted to body- and age- swap stories.  I am generally not into magic in L2M stories, but this one is so well done I couldn't resist sharing it with you.

By Tservo96

Maria Rodriguez opened the door quietly in the crisp and dark early morning. She disarmed the alarm and began turning on lights in the kitchen. She took off her coat and hung it up in the closet next to the pantry. She tied on her white apron over her plain light blue dress to begin cooking breakfast. Her long black hair was pinned up as always and on her feet were her ever present comfortable white sneakers.

Breakfast wasn’t hard to get ready but her boss liked a warm breakfast casserole to start off her day. 

So once it was in to the oven, Maria headed upstairs to begin getting the bathroom ready.

She laid out fresh towels and a fluffy bathmat while lining up soap and shampoos, conditioners and lotions.

At exactly 6, she opened the door “Ms. Reeves; it’s time to get up” she said as she crossed the room.

Story: Dancing With My Soul. Chapter 12.

Here's the next chapter of Andy's international saga at last. Apologies from the author for taking so long between chapters. As usual, real life keeps intervening.
 

by Andy Engines

“Oh my God, he is so cute.”  Laughing I looked across at the boy on the jet-ski that Jackie was ogling. The sun was shining down on us and Jost Van Dyke was my favourite place on earth. Well favourite until the next island. 

At first I thought being cramped on a small boat in the Caribbean sounded so dull. Tiny cabins, no freedom and boring routine and yet on arriving for our girls trip we were happily surprised by the sumptuousness of our ‘tiny’ boat. As boats go it was largish I suppose and the helicopter sitting high above us on the top platform did look impressive but it was still tiny compared to the suites I was used to. Looking over I could see Caitlyn eyeing up one of the sailors who often appeared as if by magic and provided for our every whim. 

Girls walked perfectly upright carrying trays as if they were born to it delivering a steady flow of drinks, snacks and meals created by the Michelin star chef hidden far below in a kitchen somewhere.in the bowels of the boat. Yesterday had been St Martens and now we were In the BVI’s to tour and enjoy in our little palace. Rebecca started to guffaw and looking over I could see Caitlyn had snared her man. A bronzed Adonis in a rather fetching white uniform was gently massaging sun lotion into her back.

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 26.

By Jackie J

Jess entered the store room used for work related to the pens and found Maggie cleaning one of the harnesses which had recently been vacated by a satisfied client who was now being attended by one of the working girls in the recuperation suites.

Jess looked down on the glistening metalwork and shiny leather of the harness she had never lost her fascination with the device, a few modifications had taken place since Sharista took over at Stoneleigh but still the same basic restrictive design that had held Lady Isabelle and Mary Downton the first time Jess had encountered the contraption in operation and subsequently her lover, Winifred, Miss Hutchings.

Jess, whilst the main refurbishment of the East wing was being undertaken to accommodate the extra pens, had dallied with the devices. Never entrapping herself fully but working herself into the harness had aroused feelings that led her to understand the perverse pleasures its use would bring to the incumbents. 

Maggie was aware of Jess’s fascination with the harness and all that entailed and smiled at Jess watching her hand glide over the leather straps of the opened and inviting harness. Maggie aware that Mistress was away from Stoneleigh and that her assistant Katrina was rarely around had picked her time well.

The Feminine Régime: A Book Review

by T.H. Enerdly

Many years ago, probably in the early 1990s, I secured a copy of a book titled The Feminine Regime, authored by Miss Regina Snow, cheaply bound, and incomplete. The book I had was a “teaser,” containing only four or five chapters of a projected 18 chapters. The complete book was eventually published in 1995 by The Wildfire Club. However, much to my disappointment, the publisher ceased operations before I was able to buy a copy.

For the last 20 years or so, I've been looking for a copy of the final edition, or perhaps I should say an inexpensive copy. I discovered long ago that the book is available from antiquarian booksellers but at a price. For example, at the time of this writing, Bookfinder.com lists eight copies for sale, ranging in price from $82.64 to $261.31. These prices are far too dear for my budget. By way of comparison, a copy of Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code, a book that outsold everything except a Harry Potter book the year of its publication, can be had for $1.46 at Amazon.com. Thus, at the present time, there does seem to be a greater demand for Miss Snow’s book than for Mr. Brown’s book, assuming of course that price is a proxy for demand.

As can be seen from the image of the cover accompanying this blog post, the book seems to be about spanking, a genre for which I have a certain affection. In fact, the books published by The Wildfire Club were advertised in Janus magazine, a popular British spanking publication, no longer published thanks to the Internet.

Recently, quite by accident, I stumbled across a PDF copy of The Feminine Régime at Archive.org. You can get your very own copy at the following link:

https://archive.org/details/TheFeminineRegime

Having finally had the opportunity to read the complete book, I was surprised to discover that The Feminine Régime was as much a lady-to-maid book as a spanking book. For this reason, I suggest that those who frequent this blog consider adding it to their reading list.

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 25.

by Jackie J

The progress with Janette’s feminisation was slow frustrating and painful for the would-be girl. It soon became clear in the first few weeks that Lord Cranwell had never actually sought a life of femininity and it was only the demands and insistence of Mary Downton that had resulted in his cross-dressing. However, with her world now surrounded by all things feminine and over the many months her diet wasting away and weakening her masculine frame progress was being made but there was still much to do if Sharista was to have her credible girl.

After six months the incessant application of caustic creams had destroyed her face follicles along with the majority of her body hair and her practised application of powder and rouge, along with the intake of herbal supplements there were clear signs a swan was starting to emerge for the ugly duckling. The retraining of Janette’s voice into its softer tone and the hours of deportment guidance had been truly difficult and the fading welts from her canning still remained across her fattened ass cheeks bearing testament to just how difficult that had been for her.

 Katrina smiled at Janette, who pushed back her hair from her face with her polished nails and smiled, passing Katrina the half-finished design of some embroidery work Janette had been set. Katrina studied the fine needlework then handed the piece back to Janette.

“This is much better Janette and your hair looks lovely this morning I do hope Madeline was not too rough with you last night?”