Feminizing Harry

"I am going to feminize you, you pathetic sissy," Lily said decisively, turning Harry around so that he was facing her. She grabbed a pair of ultra-feminine pink panties and held it in front of him.

"Beg for me to feminize you," she commanded, her tone cold and unforgiving. "Beg as hard as you can, or you will be punished harshly."

Harry's heart raced with fear and humiliation as he looked at the panties in front of him. He knew what his mother wanted - for him to submit completely to her desires and become more feminine.

Trembling, Harry dropped to his knees in front of Lily, his head bowed in submission. "Please, Mother," he whispered. "Please feminize me."

Lily struck Harry with the cat of nine tails, sending him crashing to the floor. He let out a cry of pain as the leather strips cut into his naked skin.

"You weak, pathetic excuse for a man," Lily spat, her voice full of anger and disgust. "I demand respect and obedience from you, not this pitiful display."

Harry whimpered as he curled up on the floor, trying to protect himself from Lily's blows. He couldn't understand why his mother was being so cruel to him.

"Stand up and face me!" Lily commanded, yanking Harry up by his hair. She glared at him with cold eyes. "I said I am no longer your mother but Mistress Lily. And that begging was pathetic - try again."

Trembling with fear, Harry looked down at his feet and muttered, "Please Mistress Lily, please feminize me."

Lily tightened her grip on Harry's hair and **** him to look into her eyes. "Why?" she demanded. "Why do you need to be feminized? Why are you such an embarrassment to men?"

Tears welled up in Harry's eyes as he spoke in a small voice. "Because I'm weak and soft," he admitted. "I can't defend myself or stand up for myself like a real man should."

Lily nodded in satisfaction at his answer before releasing him from her grip. "That's right," she said coolly. "You are nothing but a pathetic worm who needs to be reminded of their place."

Without warning, Lily grabbed the pink panties again and thrust them into Harry's face. "Now put these on," she ordered.

Harry hesitated for a moment, feeling embarrassed and humiliated. But he knew better than to disobey his mother - sorry, Mistress Lily - so he reluctantly took the panties from her hands and began to slide them up his legs.

As soon as Harry had the panties on, Lily grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to stand in front of her. She looked at him with disgust as she saw the small bulge in his panties.

"Tuck in your fucking pathetic excuse for a cock," she ordered, before delivering a swift kick to Harry's crotch with her thigh-high heeled boots. He let out a cry of pain and doubled over, clutching himself.

"Did I stutter?" Lily asked coldly. "I said tuck it in."

Trembling with fear and pain, Harry quickly tucked his penis between his legs, trying to hide it as best as he could.

Lily nodded in approval before grabbing a matching ultra-feminine bra and holding it in front of him. “Put it on you fucking sissy”

Harry quickly complied, slipping the bra over his head and adjusting it to fit his chest. He felt so exposed and ****, standing in front of his mother in nothing but a pair of pink panties and a matching bra.

"Now for your dress," Lily said, tossing a short frilly pink dress at Harry's feet. "Put it on."

Harry hesitated, feeling humiliated and embarrassed at the thought of wearing such a girly outfit. But he knew there was no way out of this, so he reluctantly picked up the dress and began to slide it over his head.

Lily watched with amusement as her son struggled to fit into the tight dress. She could see how uncomfortable he was, and she relished in it. She loved having complete control over him, making him do things he never would have imagined doing before.

Finally, Harry managed to squeeze himself into the dress. It barely covered his thighs and had frills all around the bottom. He looked like a complete sissy.

"Good," Lily said with a smirk. "But we're not done yet." She reached for a pair of stockings and held them up in front of Harry's face. "Put these on too."

Harry's cheeks flushed red as he took the stockings from her hands. He had never worn anything like this before, and now he was being **** to dress like a girl by his own mother.

As he slid on the stockings, Lily watched with satisfaction as her son became more and more feminine before her eyes. She couldn't wait to see how far she could push him.

"Now put these on," Lily said handing him six-inch stilettos.

Harry's eyes widened in shock as he looked at the six-inch stilettos in his hand. He had never worn heels before, and the thought of walking in them made him incredibly nervous.

"Now put these on," Lily said with a wicked smile, gesturing towards his feet.

Trembling, Harry slipped on the heels, wobbling slightly as he tried to balance himself. He felt ridiculous, standing there in a short pink dress and high heels.

"Perfect," Lily said with a chuckle. "You make such a pretty little sissy."

Harry's face burned with shame and he couldn't bring himself to look at his mother. This was all too humiliating for him to handle.