Of course," replied Miss Presswell with a gracious turn of the head. "Be my guest. Please treat our sissy as if he were your own." Remember, boy," rasped the manageress as she held him from behind by his satin reins, " perfect sissyboy behaviour!. If I am not delighted with your performance in the boutique, you will become a dainty sissy friend to all the names in your facebook. Forward sissyboy." Carolyn asked, “How do you think your parents and family will react to you being dressed as a girl?”

He soon woke up when he saw where Miss Presswell was bringing him: to the other lingerie counter, where Kate was serving a woman and her sissy boy. He knew at once Kate had been watching him because she spoke to him as they drew near.

I am sure you can understand how hurt, upset and angry I was. It was also clear that Petal had no idea how far I was going to take her. If I remember correctly you warned her about potential consequences she might not be aware of. I had every intention to de-male her at the appropriate time. Oh Christine, you look absolutely wonderful,” exclaimed Aunt Mary, thoroughly pleased at the latest transformation. “I wish Susan could be here to see how darling you are.” After donning their wraps, the two ladies led me to the car for the drive downtown to the restaurant, while daintily dressed as a girl. Good morning, Janet; good morning ladies," said Miss Presswell, moving Jason up to within arm's reach of the sissy. "Who have we here?" Carolyn said, "And I surprised you when I came through into the room and you tried to hide your erection." I said, "I was embarrassed I was feeling that way as boys should not feel things like that." Jason's penis was achingly hard now, suffering the embarrassment of another rush of effeminate feelings. Why was this happening to him? In front of Miss Presswell and these grinning women? He wished he had never woken up this morning and been brought to this dreadful place... but... he had to admit...the kiss gave him a feeling of sheer loveliness. It was pleasurable to him. Kissing this sweet sissified male in his corselet and... and whispering little feminine affections to him. He wondered what the man's real name was. Michael, maybe, or David?

Though she tried not to giggle, it was obvious me Carolyn took great delight in my misfortune. “Don't look so sad, Chrissy; there'll be time enough to try on all sorts of pretty things now. It'll be just like having a real live Barbie Doll to dress for a few days. Come Monday, I'll wager you'll feel terrible wearing nasty boy clothes.” I knew that was true as these clothes they put me in were so much nicer and softer than my own. Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing His natural tendency is to touch and feel when he is faced with another sissy. I can see you didn't suspect sissiness in him, but this kind of sweet feelings when he is with another sissy is a sign of pure inner girlishness." Just one more lovely photo, darling: here is Emma in all her feminine charm. Is she inviting a cuddle, do you think? I loved all your photos: I see you also had a nice pair of doll's panties over your knoblet, and then the adorable sequence of dressing, from petticoat to dress, with the inevitable Cum showing us how deeply you felt aroused in penis doll-dressing. Those are very sissy feelings, sweetheart. Thank you for sharing them with us. I will make a selection of your photos to show everyone in my next Newsletter which should be in May.Still facing away from the mirror, I sat quietly while Carolyn brushed and curled what had been longish hair for a boy. After looking through a small drawer in the dresser, Aunt Mary approached with two matching satin ribbons, the exact color of the dress. After tying each into a pretty bow on either side of my head, both women smiled. Still beaming, they pulled me to my feet. “Don't look yet, Chrissy,” instructed Aunt Mary, “let's slip your lovely dress on first.” This one will do to begin with," continued Miss Presswell as Jason tensed his arms in the grip of Serena. "Now, we just need... there we are." Don't you just adore this wonderful petticoat, honey?” Aunt Mary asked, giving the skirt a shake. An almost imperceptible moan escaped from my lips, as the loud frou-frou and the silken touch of the lace brushing my nylon-sheathed thighs seemed to envelope me in a kind of soft cloud. Thank you very much for the reply. I am delighted to read that you are thinking about on further humiliating my fairy princess and adding her photos to the new Alice Room in your next issue. Public exposure is what every sissy needs and so does mine. I am really looking forward to that. Put this Fairy-Tail harness on him so that I can keep him with me," she said, passing an armful of rose pink frills to her assistant.

My cheeks turned a bright red, but not out of embarrassment from wearing such girlish clothes. Rather, it was because deep within, I couldn't imagine anything nicer than continuing this new and exciting experience for as long as I could. With one hand continuing to caress my breasts, Carolyn reached around and took the discarded panties from the vanity, and, placing them over my throbbing shaft, began to stroke me. He will greet Sissy Satinette with a kiss, ladies," said Miss Presswell, and she undid the ribbons at Jason's thighs to release his buttoned gloves. Looking out to the car, the old priest smiled and waved to what appeared to him a pretty young girl. “Oh, I'm afraid that's not allowed; the academy is cloistered to women.”

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She rolled her eyes in patient forbearance. "Get up!" she said. "You need to be got ready. And let me remind you that any signs of boyish behaviour, or complaint... the first hint of rebellion, and that's it, you're fired. With a boom of photographic exposure. Do you understand?" Without her family in the house (remember that Aunt Mary was recently widowed and her daughter was in college on the East Coast), Aren't they fabulous? My heart goes out to every girl in the Rose Room. What pleasure they bring us, and what an inspiration they are to all girls to know that they will be loved and admired if they bravely put their feminine foot forward. This didn't help his nerves as she fastened matching ribbons onto his bare thighs a few inches below the lace edging of his panties. She took his hand and threaded a glove of powder blue satin onto his fingers. It buttoned round his wrist with glass buttons, which carried on up his arm: ohhhh! how long it was! The ribbon fastening wrapped over above his elbow, finishing with a press fastening under his blouse sleeve in the shape of a bow with a large blue button in the middle. His other hand was gloved too, and buttoned up to his elbow in the same way. Aunt Mary said, “We are so glad you are enjoying it my darling. We still have lots in store for you.” Carolyn will you please go and get the things we are going to dress baby Chrissy in?”

Carolyn said, “Well my darling I can give you a few pointers, you don’t need much really as you are so girly.” Jason shook with shivers as Miss Presswell held her arms round him, preventing his interference, and turned up the front of his paper-taffeta skirt and crisp petticoat. His panties had hardly been covered at all, but now it was obvious to the three women that his penis was tightly stiffened into the satin gusset, so that the double dome of his knoblet was pointing upwards in an eager erection. The camera loves you, but it helps that you are a dream to start with. Come here, darling, and let me give you a huge auntiful hug.Mistress Vikki has the right idea, as women do. You need to ensure that you feed these girly wishes in your nature, by wearing pretty lingerie - I am delighted that you are setting about filling your panty drawer at once - and by reading Miss Blouse's column in Prim's Petticoat Pansies. There are other sources of inspiration for deepening your femininity in Prim's stories, darling, so pay attention to them. If a story makes you feel particularly sissy and girly, try and see what it is that causes this effect in your nature and your feelings. Then try and replicate it for yourself in real life. Serena held a petticoat over his head and it dropped onto his bra cups in a silky bodice, spreading outwards in paper nylon stiffness from his lower ribs. He tightened his fists to prevent a shiver of embarrassment: the skirt of his petticoat flared from well above his waist but was only 12 or 14 inches deep. What kind of childish little skirt was he going to be put into? There was a chorus of agreement from the circle of smiling faces. Jason had to protect himself, from exposure.