RELUCTANT PRESS

Annie showed me how to pull my skirts out from under me as I sat so that I would not wrinkle my dress.

I was allowed to eat a small dinner of steamed vegetables, hardly enough to satisfy my hunger, and when I was finished, I looked up, hoping to get a second helping.

Suzy recognized the look in my eyes.

"Oh, no, not another bite, Helen! You are going to be on a strict diet until we have slimmed your waist down to where we want it. You will just have to learn how to eat properly as well, for the bites you take are far too large, and you hold the fork as though it were a shovel! Oh, yes! You have a great deal to learn about being feminine!"

I was shown how to clear the table and wash up.

Then the girls led me into the living room area and my first lesson in feminine movement began. They started with my walk.

I learned to walk by placing one foot in front of the other, to take small steps and to move my hips in the natural swaying motion that this gait produces. I learned to hold my shoulders back and walk with my chest forward which they said would show off my tits, once I had some to show.

Sometimes I would fail to do exactly as my Mistresses told me, and one of them would poke me with her finger on one of the many pressure points they knew of. I would cry out in pain and stumble, and twice the pain dropped me to the floor.

They would wait patiently for me to recover, then the lesson would begin again, with me trying even harder to avoid being poked by those deadly fingers. It was, I realized, a most effective method of behavior modification and training.

After an hour of working on my walk, we progressed to learning how to sit on a chair or a sofa, how to rise gracefully and how to curtsy. After several hours of this, I was feeling tired from the strain of concentrating and sore where the girls had been poking me.

"I think that's enough for today, Helen," Annie announced. "Go over to your bed, take off all the clothes you

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