The Sisters of Sigma Epsilon XI

by Dollmaster

President Emily Zoeller was in trouble. Her sorority, Sigma Epsilon Xi, was falling apart. For the past three years, they had had fewer and fewer freshmen girls pledging, and membership had fallen below twenty young women. University regulations said that any Greek organization must have at least fifteen members or it would be disbanded. So for Emily, it was a matter of saving face. Somehow, she had to find girls to be in SEX.

She was surfing the net one afternoon and came upon an interesting site about transgender transformations. She read through it, and it suddenly dawned on her. Why not make some girls for the sorority? Enough to keep their charter from being revoked until Rush Week came. A plan started to germinate in her mind. A week later, at the executive meeting, she laid out her plan to the other girls. Seduce some feminine-looking young men and transform them into feminine girls.

"Interesting," said Stefani Mornell, the vice-president. "We could even plant hypnotic suggestions in them to make them think they’re girls."

"Excellent!", exclaimed Emily." So, can we do it?"

"Well," added Celeste Stedmonte, the sorority treasurer."Iım sure I could create a lot of the prosthetics we need to transform them in the theater lab."

"And I could practice my hypnosis techniques," Amanda Johannsen, SEXıs secretary, piped in.

"Great! Letıs do it!"

The four girls nodded and adjourned the meeting. Emily went home to prepare for what she had to do that evening. She put on her sexiest black dress and layered on the makeup. She finally decided she was ready to go. Since she went to a public university, there was a large population of students with alternative lifestyles, and Emily knew exactly where to find the guy she was looking for. Just down the street from her apartment was a club where lots of cross-dressers and transvestites hung out. She figured it would be easier to transform a guy who was already half-feminine. She paid the outrageous cover charge (because, the bouncer said, she was a genetic female), and went inside. She plied the room, and found her prey, a young freshman who was coming out for the first time. Emily thought he was a pathetic excuse for a girl, but she would soon fix that.

It didnıt take much to coax him back to her apartment. After all, she was an upperclassman. The other three girls waited hidden for Emily and her new friend to show up. They returned, and Emily told the boy to undress while she got them something to drink. She returned with two glasses of wine, one of which she had laced with sleeping pills. She gave the spiked glass to the young man, and he drank it in one gulp. It didnıt take long for him to fall asleep. Stefani, Celeste, and Amanda were on him instantly. They carried him to Emilyıs bathroom and started to work. He had a slim build, and wasnıt very tall, and his body hair was almost non-existent, so it didnıt take long to shave his body. They took some electric clippers and shaved his head, then followed up with a razor. Satisfied, the girls began phase two. They all piled into Stefani’s car and headed towards the theater lab. Once they got inside, Celeste started to work her magic. She took out two strange-looking garments. One was a tiny latex T-shirt with a high neck and two perfectly shaped breasts attached. The other was a latex bike pant with full hips and a vagina. Inside was a hidden sleeve which would conceal the young manıs equipment. She powdered his body, then pulled the T-shirt over his head, followed by the bike pant. The result was stunning. He really did look like a girl. Celeste stood back and admired her work.

"I love it!", exclaimed Emily, trying to conceal her arousal. Something about this artificial woman got her all riled up." But, we have to do something about his face. He might be recognized, though I doubt it."

"I have just the thing," Celeste said. She pulled a latex mask down off one of the shelves.

"We used this last semester when we had to change a man into a woman for a play. Theyıre really easy to make." She slipped in over his head. It was the finishing touch.

"Great! Now she needs a name."

"What is his name, anyway?", asked Amanda.

Emily ran into the living room and grabbed his purse. She pulled out his wallet and read the name on his driver’s license.

"Michael K. Smith."

"Michael...how about Michelle? Michelle Kelsey Smith," Amanda said.

"Michelle Kelsey Smith it is," Emily said with a flourish." Ladies, meet the next member of Sigma Epsilon XI."

* * * *

Emily introduced Michelle to the rest of the members of SEX. She told them exactly who she really was, and her plans to save the sorority. Everyone loved her plan, and by the end of the week, with several girls helping Celeste, each girl had her own new friend. Their cause was helped when one of Sexıs members, and computer science major, offered to break into the schoolıs computers and redo the records of all the transformed males so that they were females to the school as well. Soon, all records that the new girls had ever been guys were erased.

Emily, meanwhile, had discovered a side of her she never knew she had. These new girls, dolls, as she called them secretly, turned her on immensely. Whatever Amanda had put on those hypnosis tapes worked wonders. Every time Celeste created a new bike pant or T-shirt or mask, Emily watched intently, learning how to make them on her own. Emily wanted a doll of her own, and she always got what she wanted. Her next victim: her boyfriend.

* * * *

Stephan wondered what sort of surprise Emily had for him. She was always coming up with some of the weirdest things. She cooked him dinner, and afterwards, they sat in her living room, in the same spot where, just weeks ago, Emily had drugged her first doll. She offered him her special glass of wine, and he drank it without hesitation.

"So, whatıs the surprise?"

"You just drank it."

"Huh?"

"You see, my dear, I’m tired of you. Therefore, I’m going to change you. You will become a sex doll for me...a female sex doll."

Stephan tried to get angry, but the drug had already taken effect. He slumped over in his seat unconscious. Emily dragged his body into her bathroom and proceeded to shave his head and body. She placed a headset over his ears and turned on the tape she had modified for this purpose.

"By morning, youıll be begging to be a girl."

The next morning, Stephan awoke, the tape still playing in his ears. He reached out to caress his breasts, and discovered they werenıt there. He panicked.

"Emily! What happened to me? Where are my breasts?", Stephan cried out girlishly

"What are you saying, Stephan? Arenıt you a guy?", she said sweetly but dripping with sarcasm

"No! I am a girl! I am a...doll. A sex doll. For you, Emily."

"Good. Now I’ll give you your breasts."

She powdered Stephan’s body and slipped the breasted T-shirt over his head. Then she took the bike pant and pull it over his genitals, slipping his equipment into their special sleeve. She took a mask and, spreading super glue all inside it, pulled it over his head and pressed it firmly to his face and neck. Finally, she took a pair of flesh latex gloves and a pair flesh latex footed leggings and put them on him. Stephan was now Stephanie.

"Oh, thank you, Emily. I feel so much better."

"Good. Now, make me cum."

Stephanie smiled and got on her knees. Emily dropped her pants, and Stephanie buried her face in Emilyıs sex. Emily had only dreamed of being licked by a doll until now. It was wonderful. She screamed in ecstasy as the first of many orgasms overtook her. After maybe nine, she told Stephanie to stop.

"Very good, Stephanie," Emily said, panting." Now, take my vibrator and put it in your plastic pussy and leave it there until I return."

"Yes, Emily."

Stephanie walked over to Emilyıs dresser and pulled out the vibrator. It was the heavy duty kind you plug into the wall. She slid it into her latex sex, plugged it in, and laid on the bed. Emily redressed and headed out, smiling as she heard Stephanie squeal with her first orgasm. This is going to be fun, she thought.

* * * *

The next month was nothing but unbelievable sex for Emily. In fact, there were entire days when she would skip class just to experiment with her new toy. Yet, she soon grew bored. She wondered what else could there be. One day, during a particularly good orgasm, she finally snapped. She would become a doll. So, setting out to fulfill her greatest fantasy, she set her plan in motion. She created a special T-shirt of stiff latex with hollow breasts to fit her own in, and designed the bike pant so that the dolly hole was lined up with her own dolly hole. She made the tee and pant so that they were one garment, and lengthened the legs to that they covered her to the tips of her toes. Each toe was separate, and had a false red nail glued on. She made an under shirt with full-length attached gloves, and glued a nails onto each finger. Finally, the mask she made covered most of her shoulders as well, so that when she glued each piece in place, it would create a seamless whole. Eventually, the appointed day came. She looked herself in her room with Stephanie to help her. She ordered her doll to powder her body well, and then she put on the first piece, the breasts and pussy. She pulled in up as far as it would go. She wiggled her toes. They were perfect. She slid a finger into her rubber pussy. It was perfect. She arranged her breasts in their cups and jumped around. They barely moved, but when she touched them, jolts of pleasure shot through her. She feel the doll persona slowly pushing her old self away. Next came the gloves. She pulled it over her head and slid her arms into the dolly arms. She flexed her fingers. They were perfect doll hands. A small part of her old self screamed and tried to warn Emily of what was happening, but the doll persona was too entrenched, and the old Emily started to fade away. Lastly came the mask. She stood in front of the mirror for this. She held it next to her face, comparing the two. She thought the doll face was so much more pretty than she was, and was excited that the doll had chosen her to animate it. She held it over her head, and without hesitation, pulled it over her head. She arranged the breathing tubes in her nose, then took a tube of super glue and spread it liberally over her lips, eyelids, and the edge covering her shoulders. She pressed in firmly, and stood back. Emily was dying, and the doll controlled her body. It even had a name. "Em...Emilia."

She took a wig of flowing red curls and glued it to her bald head. She was almost complete. What was left of Emily screamed inside her head. Emilia lay down on the bed and placed the headset over ears.

"Stephanie, lick me and donıt stop...ever."

"Yes, Mistress Emilia. You are the Queen of Dolls."

The slave doll placed her latex mouth over Emiliaıs latex pussy and started to suck. Emilia started to feel the heat, and turned on the tape.

"It is done."

Emilia pushed what was left of Emily into the void. Only Emilia the doll remained, and all she wanted was pleasure. The subliminal message poured into her brain augmented by waves of pleasure. Yes, she thought. This is it.

* * * *

A few days later, Celeste, Amanda, and Stefani found their former friend lying in bed, a half conscious living doll licking her pussy. Celeste immediately noticed that Emilyıs skin was latex and that she was listening to the hypnosis tape. She ripped away the headset and tried to wake Emily up.

"Emily! Emily! Are you OK?"

The doll looked sleepily at her. Another change had obviously occurred.

"Hi. My name is Emma Sue. How can I serve you?