Felix to Felicia Ch 03 : The Institution

The car rolled to a stop in front of the ominous gates of "The Finishing School for Proper Maidens." Felix's heart pounded with fear as he looked out at the imposing building. The tall, iron gates seemed to symbolise the finality of his situation. He turned to the bodyguards, desperation in his eyes.

“Please, don’t make me go in there,” Felix begged, his voice shaking. “I’ll do anything else. Just don’t make me go in there.”

The bodyguards exchanged a look before one of them grabbed Felix’s arm. “You don’t have a choice,” he said gruffly. “You’re going in.”

Felix tried to pull away, but the bodyguard’s grip was too strong. The second bodyguard grabbed his other arm, and together they dragged him toward the entrance. As they reached the door, it opened, revealing a stern-looking woman in a crisp uniform.

“Welcome to the Finishing School for Proper Maiden,” she said, her voice devoid of warmth. “Bring him inside.”

Felix struggled, but the bodyguards easily overpowered him, dragging him through the door and down a long, sterile hallway. The harsh lighting and cold, clinical atmosphere only heightened his sense of dread. They reached a registration room where he was forced into a chair, his wrists quickly restrained to the armrests.

“Please, let me go,” Felix pleaded, tears streaming down his face. “I don’t belong here.”

The woman behind the desk ignored his pleas. She typed on her computer, her fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard. “Name?” she asked, her tone indifferent.

“Felix Thompson,” he replied weakly.

The woman looked up, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. “Not anymore. From now on, you will be known as Felicia. Do you understand?”

Felix’s eyes widened in horror. “No, please. I’m Felix. I can’t be Felicia.”

The woman’s smirk widened. “You don’t have a choice, Felicia. You’re here to learn your new role, and the sooner you accept it, the easier it will be for you.”

She continued typing, entering his new identity into the system. “You’ll start your training immediately. The first step is to get you into your proper uniform.”

Felix struggled against his restraints, his panic growing. “No, please, I can’t do this. I’m not a maid. I’m not Felicia.”

The woman ignored his protests and signalled to another staff member who had been waiting silently in the corner. The staff member approached with a pastel pink maid uniform, complete with frills, lace, and a short, poofy skirt.

“Get him dressed,” the woman ordered.

Felix’s heart pounded as the staff member unfastened his restraints and began to strip him of his clothes. He fought back tears, his humiliation deepening with every moment. The maid uniform was slid over his head, the fabric soft and clinging to his skin. The skirt flared out dramatically, making him feel even more exposed and vulnerable.

The staff member then applied makeup to Felix’s face, transforming him into a picture of exaggerated femininity. His reflection in the small mirror on the desk was unrecognisable. The man who once held a respectable position at Steele Industries was now a sissy maid named Felicia.



“Now, for your health,” the woman said, pulling out a syringe.

Felix’s eyes widened. “What is that?” he asked, his voice trembling.

“It’s just a vitamin shot,” she replied smoothly. “To keep you healthy and make you look cute.”

Felix didn’t believe her, but he was powerless to resist. The staff member injected the female hormone into his arm, and he felt a cold sensation spread through his body. His mind raced with fear and confusion, but he knew he had no choice but to comply.

The woman behind the desk finally looked up, satisfied with the transformation. “Welcome to your new life, Felicia. Your training begins now.”

Felix was led out of the registration room, his heart heavy with dread and his body feeling strange from the hormone injection. The corridors of the institution were cold and uninviting, a stark contrast to the life he had once known. The staff members finally brought him to a large training room filled with mirrors and various feminine paraphernalia.

The head instructor, a tall woman with a severe expression, greeted him with a curt nod. “Welcome, Felicia,” she said, her voice cold. “Today, we begin your feminization training. You will learn how to stand, sit, and walk like a proper lady.”

Felix swallowed hard, his throat dry. “Please, I don’t belong here. I’m not Felicia. I’m Felix.”

The instructor’s eyes narrowed. “You are Felicia now, and you will do as you are told. Or do you need another lesson in obedience?”

Felix shook his head quickly. “No, I’ll do it.”

“Good,” the instructor said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Let’s start with standing. Watch and learn.”

She demonstrated, standing with one foot slightly in front of the other, her weight balanced gracefully. Her posture was straight, shoulders back, and hands delicately at her sides. “Like this,” she instructed. “Try it.”

Felix attempted to mimic her stance, feeling awkward and unbalanced. The instructor walked around him, scrutinising his posture.

“Straighten your back,” she snapped. “Shoulders back. Don’t slouch. And put one foot slightly in front of the other. Yes, like that.”

Felix adjusted his posture, trying to follow her instructions. He felt ridiculous and exposed in the pastel pink maid uniform.

“Better,” the instructor said, though her tone was far from approving. “Now, let’s move on to sitting. Watch carefully.”

She sat down gracefully, keeping her back straight and knees together, her movements fluid and elegant. “When you sit, always keep your knees together and your back straight. Lower yourself gently. Now, you try.”

Felix sat down clumsily, his knees apart and his back hunched. The instructor’s eyes flashed with irritation.

“No, no, no,” she barked. “Knees together, back straight. Like this.” She demonstrated again, her movements precise.

Felix tried again, this time managing to keep his knees together but still feeling awkward. The instructor sighed.

“Better, but still not good enough. Practice makes perfect. Now, let’s move on to walking in high heels. Put these on.”

She handed him a pair of towering pink high heels. Felix’s hands trembled as he took them. He slipped his feet into the shoes, wobbling as he stood up.

“Walking in heels requires balance and grace,” the instructor explained. “You must place one foot directly in front of the other, like walking on a tightrope. Keep your steps small and deliberate. Watch.”

She demonstrated, gliding across the floor with ease, her hips swaying subtly. Felix watched, feeling a mix of awe and dread.

“Now, you try,” she commanded.

Felix took a tentative step, wobbling dangerously. He felt like he might topple over at any moment. The instructor’s eyes narrowed.

“Focus, Felicia,” she snapped. “One foot in front of the other. Small steps.”

Felix tried again, concentrating hard on his movements. He managed a few shaky steps, his ankles aching and his balance precarious.

“Better,” the instructor said, though her tone was still critical. “But you need a lot more practice. Keep walking.”

After Felix had been drilled on the intricacies of feminine mannerisms, he was ushered into another room to tackle the domain of household chores. Here, the air was thick with the scent of cleaning products and the lingering echoes of previous trainees' struggles.



Felix's first assignment was cleaning. Armed with a feather duster, he approached the task with a mix of trepidation and determination. However, his movements lacked the grace and finesse his instructors had demonstrated. Instead of gliding smoothly across surfaces, he clumsily knocked over ornaments and sent dust bunnies scattering in his wake.

"Felicia, dear, you must be more delicate," one instructor chided, her tone laced with disappointment. "You're meant to be a sissy maid, not a bull in a china shop."

Flushed with embarrassment, Felix nodded and tried to emulate the instructor's elegant gestures. But no matter how hard he tried, his attempts fell short of the mark. He was scolded repeatedly for his lack of finesse, each reprimand chipping away at his confidence.

Next came washing duties, and Felix found himself facing a sink piled high with dirty dishes. He rolled up his sleeves and dove in, but his efforts only seemed to make matters worse. Plates slipped from his grasp and crashed to the floor, and soap suds spilled over the edge of the sink in a frothy cascade.

"Felicia, this is unacceptable!" another instructor exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration. "How many times must we show you the proper technique?"

Shame burned hot in Felix's cheeks as he hung his head in defeat. He had hoped to prove himself capable of mastering these simple tasks, but instead, he had only succeeded in disappointing his instructors.

As the day wore on, Felix's training extended to other household chores, each one met with the same dismal results. Laundry became a tangled mess of clothes and detergent, and bed-making left the sheets twisted and lumpy.

Felix was exhausted and disheartened. Despite his best efforts, he had failed to meet even the most basic expectations of a sissy maid. As he trudged back to his quarters, he couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy that gnawed at him. How could he ever hope to succeed in this new role if he couldn't even handle the simplest of tasks?

Finally, after a day of exhausting training, Felix was shown to his room. It was small, with two single beds and a shared dresser. He noticed the other bed was already occupied with personal items. A slim figure stood near the window, turning to face him as he entered.

“Hello there,” the figure said with a curtsy. “I’m Alexa. Welcome to our humble abode.”

Felix blinked in surprise. Alexa’s movements were graceful, her voice soft and melodic. She exuded an air of submissive elegance that Felix found both impressive and intimidating.

“H-Hi,” Felix stammered, unsure how to respond.

"Um, Alexa, I hope you don't mind me asking, but aren't you supposed to be in the girls' dormitory?" Felix ventured tentatively, his brow furrowed with confusion.

Alexa turned to him, a playful twinkle in her eye. "Actually, I'm not a girl," she admitted with a mischievous grin.

Felix blinked in surprise, his mind struggling to process this revelation. "Wait, what do you mean?"

With a coy smile, Alexa reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing a small, chastity cage encasing her private area. 

"There you have it," Alexa said, a hint of pride in her voice. "Proof that I'm a fully trained sissy maid, ready to serve my master in every way possible."

Felix's eyes widened in shock as he realised the truth—he had mistaken Alexa for a girl when she was, in fact, a sissy like himself.

"Oh," Felix exclaimed, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea."

Alexa chuckled softly, shaking her head. "No need to apologise, Felix. It's an easy mistake to make," she reassured him.

Alexa smiled kindly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it here. I’ve been training for three years now, preparing to serve my master. They say I’m almost ready to be taken home.”

Felix’s heart sank at the thought. Three years? He couldn’t imagine enduring this place for that long. “I don’t think I can do this,” he admitted, his voice shaking. “This feels like hell.”

Alexa’s expression softened with understanding. “It’s tough at first, but you’ll adapt. We all do. Just remember to follow the rules and learn as quickly as you can. It gets easier.”

Felix nodded, though he wasn’t sure he believed her. He felt trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape. As he lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his torment had only just begun. The thought of spending years in this institution, transforming into the perfect sissy maid, filled him with despair. But somewhere, deep down, a flicker of determination remained. He had to survive this, no matter what.