Filthy Filles: Chapter Three. Filthy Filles, #3

"At l'Académie des Filles, you will be under my tutelage from the instant you awaken to the moment I decide I'm finished with you. You will be instructed in all the details of conduct and manners befitting eligible young ladies, large and small. We will teach you how to walk and sit and dress and dance and act. As your mind is shaped, so too will we shape your body, doing all that is necessary until you are wholly indistinguishable from a fine young woman.
Then, and only then, will you graduate l'Académie as one of my prize 'fillies' - and your contest of feminization will be won. Do you accept?"After a taste of discipline from Madame X, James is all too willing to follow her orders for the next stage of his transformation into a proper Victorian lady. But instead of more punishment, his captor leads him to an altogether different type of humiliation: being bathed, shaved, and clothed like a woman.
His experience is made all the more excruciating when carried out by Ambrose, Madame's handsome young manservant, whom James cannot entirely dislike. Nor does it escape his notice that some aspects of being a lady are more enticing than he first thought... perhaps even - though James is loathe to admit it - enjoyable. Who would have imagined that being treated like a lady could be so thrilling? Not James Lockwood - and this is only the start of his stay at l'Académie des Filles!Chapter Three of the Filthy Filles series, a serial novel published fortnightly.
Read on for the next chapter in a thrilling tale of Victorian-era erotica, featuring feminization, bisexuality, and femdom! For mature readers only. Excerpt:At last the work seemed to be done and Ambrose sat back, a faint smile upon his face. "Smooth as marble, " he repeated; "feel it yourself."James reached down to do so, and was amazed to find his hand sliding along skin that might have belonged to a baby, it was that fine.
Marble was no comparison - his legs were smooth as silk, and he marveled at how well Ambrose had executed his assignment. He looked up into the other man's eyes and found them brimming with a pride and satisfaction that were not quite as servile as the rest of his affect. When Ambrose caught James looking, he averted his gaze - as if James had seen something quite private and secret that was too personal to be shared."Now, " he said softly, the subservient note in his voice stronger than ever, "it will be easiest for the next part of my task if you stand."Nonplussed, James took a moment to comprehend the meaning of his words - then a dark flush spread across his face.
"You mean to say, " he started, a strangled pitch rising in his throat, "that Madame wants my - my - my manhood to be bare?""Bare as Venus, " Ambrose confirmed. "I understand it is the done thing among young ladies these days, especially in France."Heart sinking in his chest, James felt his face burn. No matter how content he might feel, it seemed, Madame would always be a step ahead of him, waiting with some new humiliation at the ready.
This was surely the most extreme of the modifications she would ask of him, he thought... or perhaps only hoped.