Becoming Joanne 3

By Lady Alexa

Updated for 2023 and Joseph/Joanne's enforced femininity increases dramatically in the concluding book of the series.

Joseph thought he was being released from his tormentor Mistress Melissa but she hasn't finished with him yet. Melissa, with the help of her able assistant Imogen, has transformed him to look and act like a submissive sissy. Melissa has plans to deepen his feminisation further and more permanently.

Things are about to become more intense. He's put into revealing feminine clothing and undergoes physical body changes. But Melissa is unhappy with the speed of his transformation so enlists the help of an experienced male feminisation expert called Miss Allerton. His acceptance of his future as a girl is her goal.

Follow Joseph as he goes beyond the physical and mental point of no return. This novel contains explicit scenes of a sexual nature including encouraged male-to-female gender transformation, female domination, humiliation, CFNM, spanking and reluctant feminisation. All characters in this story are aged over 18. For adults aged over 18 only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lady Alexa
• Release date: Sep 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463372753

Lady Alexa

I write under my pen name and femdom scene name of Lady Alexa. I am Alexa Martinez, a mature lady now living in London and a passionate believer in female-led relationships (FLR) and the benefits of feminising your husband or partner. I write forced-feminisation and FLR fictional stories. I also write a blog, www.ladyalexauk.com, about my own real-life female-led relationship and how I have gradually feminised my husband. I cover both the advantages and the frustrations of living such a lifestyle.My stories continue this theme but are fiction grounded in my own experiences in my relationship and those of others I have met in the FLR, feminisation and femdom scene in the UK.

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Introduction

In book one of Becoming Joanne, we met Joseph, who was a womaniser and a drunk. His long-suffering wife, Julie, asked her best friend, the high-powered lawyer Melissa, to teach Joseph a lesson. Melissa put him to work in her office as an admin. assistant and gradually forces him into female clothing and renames him Joanne.

In book two Melissa takes Joseph/Joanne into her own home to increase his humiliation and his transformation into the submissive girl Joanne. She employs a personal beautician and a strict female ex-army officer to guide him into the next stage of becoming Joanne.

In this third book of the series, Joseph/Joanne is expecting to be released from Melissa's control and to revert to his former self, albeit chastised and more understanding of a woman's life and needs. Melissa doesn't believe he has changed and has other ideas for his future.

1 No Escape From Femininity

I can’t allow you to be a man. I want you as a sissy girl.

Her words resonated around in my head. They hit the inside of my skull like a fly against a window. A fly trying to break out and escape, but failing. Like me. This wasn't what Melissa had led me to believe when she had started to feminise me. When Melissa had forcibly feminised me. There was supposed to be an end to my feminisation, once I'd seen the errors of my ways. That time should have been now. She had gone back on her promise. Well, she hadn't actually promised to release me, but she had given me the impression she would release me from this feminisation hell. And heaven.

Outside, the summer heat and blue skies of August had evaporated into an angry grey September. The gloom of the day invaded the room through the large front window. I could no longer play along, waiting for her to finish her game of humiliation. I was Joseph, not Joanne. If I didn't do anything soon, she would keep me as a sissy girl permanently. I wanted to run out of her house at that moment, I wanted to flee. But that was impossible. I couldn't run out the door in a quiet city suburb dressed like a provocative bimbo in high heels.

I had completed my six weeks of 'retraining' as Melissa had called it. I’d been trapped in her home. It was less about retraining, in my opinion, and more about punishment for my previous behaviour. I had learned I'd been a terrible husband to my wife, Julie. Why couldn't Melissa see I’d changed?

Melissa continued to increase my feminisation week on week, assisted by her able lieutenant Imogen – Madam Imogen. My feminisation was not about to finish, they did not want to return me to the sanctuary of Julie. Melissa didn't believe I'd changed. To be honest, there was some truth in that, but I thought I had hidden it well. I'd gone along with her demands, humiliations and yes, feminisation. A lump came to my throat. I pushed the urge to cry away. It was what they would have wanted. Crying like a sissy. But I was a man. Wasn't I?

I swayed on my six-inch high heels. My white chiffon dress barely covered my penis and my behind. Melissa, Imogen and my wife Julie sat together on a wide black leather sofa in Melissa’s front room, like the three wise monkeys. Their legs were crossed in an identical fashion. But you said it would be over once I’d completed the six-week training, I complained.

Melissa held out a well-manicured hand. Her flame-red nails were like a traffic stop light, barring my route back to manhood.

We want you to remain a sissy girl, she said, speaking the words as if she were chewing on a soft tasty sweet.

Her phrase swirled in my mind like one of those catchy tunes you hate, but can't stop humming. She then twisted the dagger to ensure I understood exactly what that meant.

You will continue to stay here and dress in pretty dresses and skirts. We have extra training for you and more changes.

My mouth dropped open. Hers had broadened into a wide grin. More training? What more could there be? I already wore short dresses and skirts and a bra with breast inserts. I had false pink nails and long feminine hair. What more could they do to me?

Distressingly, her words caused my uncaged penis to harden instantly. It pushed out the front of my flimsy short dress as if it were a tongue poking through thin lips. Melissa glanced at it without interest and my wife Julie nodded as she watched events. What had got into Julie? She used to be so placid.

Imogen sneered. Her erection is proof she enjoys being a girl and is excited by it. Why would we stop this?

There was some truth to her comment, but I wasn't going to admit that right now.

Melissa explained. Joanne, I know you expected me to send you back to Julie after the six-week retraining programme. But you were wrong.

She paused before taking a long breath and I watched with desire as her large breasts strained inside her dress. This unfortunately proved her point that I hadn't yet reformed. It was an act so I could return to my previous life of womanising, drinking and living off my wife's income. But I had changed a little, I knew I'd hurt Julie and I felt bad about that. I'd be more understanding now. And I’d be more careful about her finding out about my future peccadilloes.

Melissa said, I'm not convinced you'll ever learn your lesson about your terrible male behaviour. I have no option but to keep you here until you have really changed. I want to see a complete transformation.

What did that mean? Complete transformation?

Melissa said, I’m going to take you further and deeper into femininity.

Deeper? I screamed. How much further was there to go? I stamped my foot on the floor as best I could in six-inch heels.

They let me have my tantrum. For a short moment, I was back as Joseph. This type of display would normally have earned me an immediate spanking by Imogen but for some reason they let it pass.

I have a 22-inch waist, I said, long thick female hair and a wardrobe full of short skirts and dresses. I have no hair below my eyelashes except for the pubic triangle. My body hair stopped growing after the electrolysis; permanently. How can I go any deeper in feminisation? I stamped a fine pencil-like heel on the natural wood floor once again for effect.

Melissa raised a pencil-thin eyebrow; an eyebrow styled like my own. She'd had enough. She had let one tantrum pass, but a second was always going to attract punishment. I couldn’t help it though, I was desperate.

Bend over, Joanne, you’ve pushed things too far.

I realised and bent before the three ladies. Imogen got up and walked over pushing my head down further. She lifted the back of my dress and spanked me hard and urgently with an open palm.

Melissa got up, pushed my erection into my chastity cage and locked it. She pointed upstairs. Go to your bedroom, you naughty girl.

I was sitting on my bed half an hour after Melissa delivered her verdict on my immediate future. I was to remain there for further feminisation training. I was dressed only in my bra, stockings, pink silicone chastity cage and high heels. Melissa forbade me from wearing even a dress as a punishment to show me who was boss.

She was being clever. This punishment drove me to want to put a dress on. I rubbed my manicured finger on the back of my neck under my luxuriant long hair

A sharp morning air flowed in from the open window delivering the threat of a chilly autumn. I shivered and wished I had a dress on. Her approach was working and she was winning.

I couldn't settle, I got up and walked around my pink room. I said my bedroom. In reality, it was the pink feminine bedroom that Melissa had allocated for me in her house.

Melissa's six-week summer-long training was nothing more than reprogramming me from a man into a girl. She and Imogen had meticulously stripped away my masculinity and replaced it with submissive femininity. It was a programme enthusiastically overseen by Imogen, the ex-army captain. Not only was my waist now at 22 inches, my weight was also down to 10 stone or 140 pounds. Imogen had not only transformed my body but had trained me to walk and talk like a girl. She was good at her job and I could see the results every time I looked in the mirror.

My body hair and facial hair hadn't grown again since Mandy, Melissa's beautician, had given me an all-over electrolysis treatment. All I had was a facsimile of a female triangle of pubic hair above my penis. I wore false eyelashes and had thin, shaped eyebrows. My chin was soft and smooth, shaving like a normal man was a thing of the past. Mandy had extracted the roots of my facial whiskers, one by painful one. Mandy still came to the house once a week to touch up my long pink fingernails and to do my luxuriant hair into a blond mane that flowed halfway down my back.

Melissa was right, of course, I was faking my compliance with her programme. She had seen through me. I knew I’d been a bad husband to Julie my wife but I was dependent on her for everything, including the home we lived in. It was difficult but I had to go along with Melissa's plan to transform me. I couldn't afford to lose everything.

What I hadn't expected is what I call certain attractions to being a girl. I could never admit that to