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A Girl's Place is in the Mall- Frankie gets a less
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A GIRL'S PLACE IS IN THE MALL
CHAPTER 1
"Frankie...Come here this minute", Sinthia called from upstairs in her bedroom!
"Yes ma'am", I replied, "I'm coming", I said as I rushed upstairs. I always hate it
when she has that tone in her voice. She had just returned from a two day trip to
San Francisco. I had been alone in the house while she was gone.
When I entered the room, I could see she was upset. Even though it was late
spring and getting warm outside, there she was dressed in a really beautiful
leather suit. The skirt was at least three inches above her knees and it was skin
tight. As usual she had on black stockings and I knew from the many times I had
seen her dressing, I knew they were tightly gartered. As always she had on
those unbelievably high heels she loved so much. Like her friend Kay, from
Sacramento, she had hundreds of pairs of heels in her closet and all of them,
including the boots had those very high tiny heels.
"Frankie", she said with a questioning tone in her voice, "Has someone else
been in the house while I was gone"?
I answered, "No one except for Grace the cleaning lady. ?
"Well, someone has been going through my dresser drawers. This is the second
time this has happened while I have been away", she said with a hardening tone
in her voice.
"I don't understand how you can say that Aunt Sinthia. How can you tell", I
asked. She beckoned me closer to her and I began to get nervous.
She was a gorgeous woman and had a pair of tits I could not believe. Once I
had seen her dressing through a crack in the door and I was staggered. They
were massive, but, very firm and very upright. All I had ever seen in the
magazines I looked at were breasts that seemed to hang down but hers were
like upturned bulging melons with huge nipples. She always wore bras with
holes cut out in them so her nipples poked through. She said to me once when I
asked her why that "she liked to leave no mistake who was in charge!".
I didn't really understand that, but I guess it meant that if she had enough guts to
show them that way, she wasn't afraid of anyone. Actually she wasn't afraid of
anyone at all. She had a black belt in Karate and more than once I had seen her
throw a man for a nasty fall. When she worked out with another woman,
especially her friend Kay, a strange light seem to come on in their eyes. Her suit
top was just like a mans suit with a deep vee opening, only she always wore just
a black lacy bra underneath. Sometime she wore those beautiful silk blouses,
but more often than not, just a very light camisole or only her bra. I could see
the deep dark vee her breasts formed as I moved closer.
When she talked to me like this I was supposed to be standing almost at
attention, like when I was in that military academy. I could smell the leather and
her perfume and they were overpowering.
"Frankie", she started off, "were you a good boy while I was gone,? she asked
with a mocking tone in her voice.
My face began to get red and I was embarrassed. She used this approach to
overpower me and I felt so humiliated and weak. "What do you mean Aunt
Sinthia?", I said hoping I was not in trouble.
"Step over to my dresser and open the top drawer", she said pointing to it with
her index finger.
Her nails were always done so brightly and she wore them so long they were like
claws. I felt weak in the knees as I moved over to the dresser. "What do I keep
in the top drawer of my dresser Frankie", she asked again with a mocking tone.
"You keep you panty... panties and bras in the top drawer Aunt Sinthia", I
answered. I was trembling from the pressure and she was having a ball.
"What did I make you do when you dropped that load of wash last month
Frankie? What as your punishment for being careless?"
I answered with a real tremor in my voice and I could feel my face turn beet red.
"I became responsible for washing them and putting them away neatly every
week"
"What else were you told about that Frankie", she asked.
"I was told that they had to be folded very neatly", I answered.
"Does the drawer look neat now Frankie", she continued. "Doesn't it look
messed up....as if someone had been rummaging around in there? I wonder
who could have been so curious? Was it you Frankie? Did you feel the need to
rummage through my panties??
I was turning beet red and I knew she could see it. I felt mortified. She reached
in the drawer and took out a really silky pair that had lace all over them.
"Aunt Sinthia, I don't know what you could mean. You know that even handling
them embarrasses me. Why are you being so mean to me now?" I whined.
"I guess I just like to see a high and mighty male teenager really understand
what women have to put up with and more than that I love to see a man cry real
tears", she said. With that, she began to rub the panties all over my face. I
began to squirm and blush even more.
"Do they smell good Frankie", she said. Of course they did....all her clothes did.
"Well I think you were the one in my drawers so your washing duties will now
include doing my stockings and it is now also your responsibility to keep the
drawer neat at all times. Now, I have been on the road all day and my feet hurt.
Go get your stool, and change into those Speedo trunks I bought you. Bring the
large basin and the foot care tray from downstairs.
Oh wonderful, I thought to myself, now this. I hated taking care of her feet and
she knew it. She had such lovely legs and wore only the barest of thong
panties, that I was in a constant nervous state. The worst thing was that Speedo
bathing suit. It seemed as if she took the utmost delight in embarrassing me at
every opportunity.
When I returned with everything, she was stripped to her bra, garter belt,
stockings and the thong bikini panties. She had on a short lace robe, but it
concealed nothing. "Unhook my stockings and roll them down as I taught you.
Make sure that you do not snag them", she said. She stood in front of me and I
kneeled in front of her to do as I was told. My head began to swim and I broke
out in a cold sweat. Her aroma was overpowering and I began to get an erection.
It was so embarrassing because that Speedo bathing suit revealed everything.
"I didn't give you permission to do that", she said. She reached for her clothes
brush and whacked the head of my penis. It shrunk and I almost began to cry. I
was trembling all over.
For the next hour I washed and then massaged her feet and her legs. I finished
up with a soft skin cream rubbed in clear up to the crack of her thighs. All the
while she was talking to me in that sexy soft voice of hers. It was like she was
trying to seduce me. I got excited several times more but each time I was
rewarded with the hair brush. After a while I was so sore that I couldn't have
gotten excited on a dare.
While I was massaging her legs we talked...or rather she talked and I listened.
"How were your grades for this last quarter?", she asked.
"About average, I replied, keeping my head down concentrating on my work. I
really didn't want to look at her and talk about grades. I had barely missed
getting two D's and I knew if she found out she would be furious.
"I talked to Mrs. Johnson, the Girls Vice Principal, this morning by phone on the
way home. She said you were not living up to your potential and lacked both
direction and discipline. She told me that Mr. Doren, the Boys Vice Principal had
given up on you and that she had been asked to take over in his place. What do
you have to say for yourself young man?", she asked.
"I don't have anything to say for myself", I replied with my head still hung
downward. It was bad enough that she knew of this but to also be assigned to
the Girl's VP was even worse. How could she understand my lack of motivation
especially since all she ever dealt with were girls.
"I am going to get you an attitude tutor who will also work on your weak subjects
during this off period. You have three months till you go back to school for your
Senior Year", she said. ?
But Aunt Sinthia, I don't know why I am so blah on school, how can a tutor help
me? I won't cooperate with the tutor cause I don't believe in it."
She replied in a very firm voice, "with an attitude like that you won't get
anywhere. In fact I am so angry that I am going to motivate you in a special way.
If you get your head together and start to cooperate in one month, you'll regret it
in ways you never even considered.
Just then the door bell rang and I was told to go answer it. "Go just as you are,
there is no need for a robe", she said. I was really embarrassed at how skimpy
the trunks were. I answered the door to find Aunt Sinthia's friend from
Sacramento.
Ms. Kay, walked right past me and went on in. "Where is she, upstairs?" she
asked. I said "Yes Ma'am", and followed her upstairs.
She went on in to Aunt Sinthia's sitting room and they greeted each other like
sisters. I was told to clean everything up and went about my business. Aunt
Sinthia ended up telling her friend Kay all about my problem and her threat. Kay
said, "I have a great idea, why not put her, excuse me I meant him, in a position
that really forces a decision". Aunt Sinthia asked what she meant and Kay said,
"why don't I just show you". Aunt Sinthia agreed and with that Kay grabbed my
arms and told Aunt Sinthia to grab my feet. I began to struggle but realized how
helpless I was between these two very strong and determined women.
I was taken into my bedroom, where they sat me down in a chair. Kay stripped
the covers off the bed and reached into her purse. "I always keep a pair of old
stockings and panties in my purse for training aids", she said. The panties were
slipped over my head blocking my view. I was dumped on the bed and they
proceeded to tie my wrists to the bed post. Aunt Sinthia went back to her room
and brought out another pair of stockings. Kay had her tie my ankles to the bed
posts as well. I was so embarrassed that I began to cry. "Oh look she has..
oopps I mean he has tears in his eyes. Isn't that adorable. Now lets strip off
those trunks and get to work", Kay said to Aunt Sinthia.
"I still don't know what you have in mind Kay darling but this whole thing has
really excited me", said Aunt Sinthia. In fact I would love to play if you are
interested", she said to Kay. "Oooohhh I would love to said Kay, here, unhook
me and help me off with my clothes". They were going to carry on right in front
of me. That would be mortifying. Kay was as well endowed as Aunt Sinthia but
she was also wearing a full length corset. Her waist was squeezed down so
small that her bosom overflowed. I started to get excited again.
"Go get me your nail tray and some cotton strips", she said to Aunt Sinthia. She
left and returned with the tray. They were both standing there, Aunt Sinthia with
only the thong bikini and bra on and Kay in that corset gartered stocking and
heels. Her bosom was simply spilling out of her bra. I could see all of this and it
had me very excited. Kay said, "you get his nails ready for painting on the right
foot and I'll do the left. Can you imagine the sight of these two beautiful women
bent over filing and trimming my nails. Their bosoms jiggled and swayed as they
worked quickly.
"Here's the plot my dear Sin ( she always called Aunt Sinthia "Sin"). I am sure
he has things to do and people to see on the quarter break and since its
summer, they'll want to go to the beach soon. If he doesn't change his attitude
in a week, this can stay on till he does. He will have the crappiest summer of his
life because there will be no place to go. When it comes time in a month for his
annual physical, which he will need to be readmitted to school, he won't be able
to go if we haven't removed this polish". Aunt Sinthia said, "I love it and it gives
me another idea for the rest of this week to really reinforce it. We will go
shopping at that new mall in Santa Clara, only it will be a special shopping trip
for Francie!"
They finished preparing my toenails and started in. "First lets put on two coats,
no three of ridge filler. Then there will be no way to miss the gloss of the actual
polish", said Aunt Sinthia. Half an hour later they started with the real polish. I
like this Fire Ruby iridescent red", said Kay. Aunt Sinthia agreed and they
proceeded to put on two coats of that. After half an hour while it set, they put on
an acrylic top coat. "This will keep the polish hard and on no matter what he tries
to do.
Aunt Sinthia said, "You know for this trip I think she needs a light coat of very
pale pink polish on her fingernails". Kay agreed and they proceeded to file and
shape my fingernails. They actually made them slightly pointed. They put
several coats of a pale pink polish on them and then the acrylic overcoat. "Now
people who pay attention will suspect a real 'sissy boy' and pay a lot more
attention", said Kay. They put their stuff back in the tray and began to fondle and
kiss each other.
Kay was really hot and it was obvious that they had been together before in this
way. Aunt Sinthia was moaning and mewing as Kay's fingers slipped under the
front of her panty. Soon Aunt Sinthia was racked with spasms as she orgasmed.
Kay was there lapping at her shaved pussy while Aunt Sinthia twisted her fingers
in Kay's gorgeous blond hair. I was embarrassed and humiliated beyond belief.
They left me tied that way for several hours. About 6 p.m., they untied me and
allowed me to have a light supper. I hadn't noticed it because I had drifted off to
sleep, but now I could see that my closet was virtually empty except for a pair of
jeans, some kind of black shoes and a T shirt. Aunt Sinthia brought me a sleep
shirt and said, "get to bed early, as we have a full day tomorrow. The sleep shirt
was a huge pink one with some kind of figure painted on it. It certainly didn't
look masculine at all but I had come to learn in this household, you do what the
Mistress of the household says-or else.
The next morning I was told to shower and come down for breakfast. While I
was in the shower washing the color of my toenails hit me. They were a wild
sexy hot red color. I was so ashamed and embarrassed that they had done this
to me. I looked for my bathrobe but found only a short colored silk one and my
regular slippers were gone. In their place was a pair of soft cotton slip-ons that
had a single wide band across the instep. They were in red and pink silk to
match the robe.
As I went down the stairs to breakfast, I was shocked to find they had a guest. It
was another woman and when I entered the dining area, I could tell she was
looking me over carefully. "Good morning Francie darling", said Aunt Sinthia. I
nodded my head meekly. "See how full his hair is", said Kay to the other
woman. "Why yes, there is a wonderful amount to work with", she answered
back. Aunt Sinthia said, "this is your motivation tutor, Francie. Her name is
Mistress Danielle and you are always to address her that way. She will start
working with you tomorrow. We are going to be busy shopping today however".
Kay and Aunt Sinthia were already dressed for the day. Kay was in a leather
jump suit that clung to her body like glue and Aunt Sinthia was in a white silk
blouse with a red leather skirt. Both of them had heels on I couldn't even believe.
I wondered what they had planned being dressed like that.
With that introduction, the woman finished her coffee and left. "Now Francie"
Aunt Sinthia said and I interrupted her. "Stop it right now. My name is
Frankie...You are all crazy ..I won't put up with this".
Kay reached over to me and grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward her. She
backed her chair up at the same time and pulled me over her lap. She reached
in her purse and pulled out a long handled ruler like thing. Aunt Sinthia pulled
up my little short robe exposing my bare bottom. Kay proceeded to give me the
whipping of my life till I thought my bottom would burst into flames.
I tried to reach back and stop her but the blows came even harder. I gushed
tears sobbing out my cries of pain. That seemed to excite her even more. Then
with my bottom in flames, she began to knead and pinch my bottom. I was
actually getting excited by the whole thing. All of a sudden, my fanny cheeks
were pulled apart and in horror I felt ice cubes being pushed up my bottom. One,
two, three, four, five, six and more. I tried to wiggle out of the way, but the
spanking resumed till I was in flames. "Poor dear", said Kay to Aunt Sinthia,
"she might leak today, get me a Tampon". This was the ultimate humiliation, I
thought. Aunt Sinthia came back saying, "I only have Supers". "That will do just
fine till tonight", said Kay, "Push it in Sin dear". Then that horrible feeling I had
never experienced before. They pushed it deep inside of me. I could feel the
little string between my flaming cheeks.
I was given no relief however. I was led upstairs to my bedroom. On the bed I
found what I described earlier. A pair of jeans and a skimpy T-shirt. I couldn't
really tell much about the jeans except that they had no back pockets and no
belt loops. The T shirt was kind of light weight and a had a little pink bow at the
neck. The bow was real tiny but it was there. There were no sleeves on the T
shirt. The shoes were like men's loafers but had a big kiltie flap on them and
almost no heel. They were maroon colored and had little black patent inserts on
the flap. I realized they were girl's loafers. There was a pair of multi colored
nylon panties laying on the bed as well. I started to get very red in the face.
"You don't expect me to wear those things do you", I pleaded. "Well, you could
wear these skin tight jeans instead ", said Aunt Sinthia.
"We could make her wear pantyhose under the jeans", said Kay but Aunt Sinthia
said no "she is going to shop for her own". I was told to take off my robe which I
did but by now I was blushing beyond belief. "I just realized", said Aunt Sinthia,
"He can't go around in that T shirt with that underarm hair. We'll have to shave
his underarms immediately". I was dragged back into the bathroom and made to
shave my underarms till they were smooth as silk.
Then I was taken back to the bedroom and told to put on the panties. I did and
immediately got an erection from the smooth silky feeling. Once again, Aunt
Sinthia's hairbrush was swung sharply and my erection died but my tears flowed.
I was given the jeans to put on which I did. At least they were OK. Then I was
handed a pair of little socks with a large lace ruffle top. "Here put these on and
fold the lace ruffle down nicely", said Aunt Sinthia. I was in deep shock and
blushing beyond belief. Tears rolled down my cheeks all the while. I slipped the
loafers on and then the T Shirt as I was told.
I was led over to the full length mirror and almost died. The lower half from waist
to foot was very natural for a young girl but only barely for a young man. From
the waist up it was too easy to see sissy boy written all over me. I tried to protest
and say no. First I was rewarded with a severe caning by Kay. My bottom
ached by this time. I felt all plugged up with those ice cubes and the Tampon.
When I asked about that, Aunt Sinthia said, "you can always go to the lady's
room and 'change' your Tampon my dear, but I will inspect you at home and if
you haven't replaced it, you'll get the beating of your life. Personally, I wouldn't
go in a ladies room looking as unfeminine as you do however".
Kay came over and began to tease and fluff my hair. Kay sprayed it and put
some clear lip gloss on me. My natural color was crimson red and tears and
that's exactly how I felt.
"She has no purse, no ID, nothing at all", said Aunt Sinthia.
"That makes her just perfect for a day at the mall" said Kay. ?If she runs away
from us she has no way to get home or anything but arrested!
Unceremoniously, I was dragged from the house to Kay's red Lincoln Town Car.
It was only 9:00 a.m. and we were on the road to Santa Clara. As we drove over
the hill, I had time to think interspersed with comments from Aunt Sinthia. I
realized I was totally at their mercy. In a moment I could be on my way to jail. I
had no choice but to do exactly as I was told all day. I was so terribly un-
comfortable with that plug up my bottom, but at least I wasn't leaking from the
melting ice cubes.
Aunt Sinthia started off saying, "Francine, today you are going to have to exert
some initiative today when we are shopping because if you don't, you will either
be arrested for impersonating a woman or beaten up by men or both. If you are
arrested, I will have to let you go to jail and there they like boy-girls. We are
putting you in the position of having to make an alternate choice to how you
have been living or you will live the way you end up today. When we tell you to
do something today or we suggest it or ask if 'you wouldn't like to...', we expect
you to accept our 'recommendation'. We expect you to smile nicely and say how
happy you are to accept our coaching and ideas. If you don't we will take you
someplace where the changes will be made more permanent and far more
dramatic".
She continued, " I have your shopping list here and we will not go home till its
complete. Kay and I have overnight bags in the trunk so we will be able to stay
in Santa Clara for the week if necessary. Since you don't have any clothes with
you, we will be shopping today and tomorrow for your whole week away. You'll
need all kinds of clothes since this is also a vacation for all of us. We will not be
returning to Santa Cruz until your shopping is done or you are permanently
taken care of!"
Kay added, "I absolutely delight in giving public whippings and nothing lights my
fire like embarrassment and humiliation of ?boy toys? in public. Your tears and
shame are my aphrodisiacs, so be warned."
Aunt Sinthia started to cover the list with me. She read each item slowly
emphasizing the words and licking her lips mischievously as she read on. "Bras-
oh yes dear you most certainly need bras", she said emphasizing the plural. "I
think several with one in black, one in red and one in pink. You'll need at least
three in white for school this fall".
"Oh no I'm not wearing any girls clothes to school", I yelled out. I was rewarded
with a stinging slap across the mouth. "I'm sorry ma'am", I stuttered with tears
again flowing.
"Well you know the colors that are needed, you'll have to pick them out yourself
and for that outburst young lady we'll double the numbers!", she said. I was
blushing again and they loved it.
"Next there will be panties and you'll need at least two dozen in assorted colors
and styles". Kay chimed in, "I just love those high thigh cut French panties and
we'll have to get her some thong style. I think the boys call them 'butt floss'
panties don't they Sin?". I was beginning to tremble and twitch from all this and
we had only been on the road for fifteen minutes. Were they going to torture me
for the next two hours all the way to Santa Clara I wondered. What kind of
women did this to men?
"My dear Francine, you'll also need garter belts, just like mine, stockings and
pantyhose as well. I know, we'll stop at the discount mall and you can browse
to your hearts content getting all these undies and stockings you'll need for
vacation. The girls at the Hanes store will be very helpful, especially when they
realize that you are a sissy boy shopping for yourself. Kay and I will be in the
store but we won't get involved unless we have to", continued Aunt Sinthia.
Kay said, "ooh I am getting squishy just thinking of her torment and
embarrassment. We can stay in that store for an hour if necessary can't we Sin?
After all we have all week if necessary and as I said, whatever Francie needs
she can buy so we really don't have any time limit do we. Who knows maybe
we'll meet some people and can also have some real hot social time".
Aunt Sinthia quickly read off the rest of the list and I panicked. "Let's see there's
also makeup and a make over, blouses, skirts, shoes, purses, earrings, a
manicure, wash, cut and set that you need. There is a great gay hairstylist who
owns a shop in the mall. They specialize in new wave styling. You'll also need
sweats and a sexy jogging outfit as well as a leotard and aerobic shoes, shorts
and some of those hot shorts called 'Daisy Dukes', summer sandals especially
those sexy ones with the pretty stones and very bare straps on them. We
probably ought to get you some luggage and of course you'll need a new wallet
for your new ID.
I began to tremble at the thought of shopping for those items and the words "new
ID" made me crazy inside. The part that worried me the most was actually going
through the act of purchasing them. I mean why would any guy be shopping for
such things? I would be so embarrassed and humiliated each time I bought
something feminine. Well, I thought to myself, all I had to do was go from store
to store and order each thing delivered to Aunt Sinthia's home. All I had to worry
about was the ridiculous clothes I was wearing. I was so embarrassed by the
things they had me wearing. Thank god at least no one could see my toes.
Finally after more than an hour of emotional and verbal torture, we arrived in the
San Jose area. We stopped along the way at one of those Road Side Rest
Areas. I was told to use the men's room at which I panicked. I tried to argue
with Aunt Sinthia. She grabbed me and pulled me over her lap. Kay unfastened
my jeans in front, and pulled them down over my bottom. next she pulled the
panty girdle down exposing my bare bottom. She took out a hair brush and
paddled me viciously for more than ten minutes. My bottom was scorched to
say the least and I was bawling like a baby. Kay pulled my panty girdle up and
then my jeans. I was told to zip them and do what I was told.
"Why do I have to go to the men's room looking like this?", I cried. "I am so
embarrassed and humiliated by all this. Why do you take such pleasure in
torturing me with all this? I didn't do anything to deserve this".
They would have no end of it. Aunt Sinthia said, "you have done nothing but
screw off all year. Your teachers are at their wits end with your lack of direction.
You can't figure out what you want to do. you are disrespectful to women and
especially to me. Now do you want to hear more!"
Aunt Sinthia was furious and I could tell there was no arguing with her. "I don't
know what I want to do or be for that matter", I cried with tears in my eyes. "I am
so mixed up about life. I don't seem to have any success with girls and I really
don't understand them". I was sobbing throughout this whole affair and so
terribly embarrassed. There were people all around us. I could see some of the
men and women pointing at me and laughing. "Please take me away from here,
please please", I sobbed.
Kay said to me, "come on with me to the ladies room, I have to pee and you can
wipe me after I am done then we'll go on to Santa Clara and you can do your
shopping.
I followed her into the ladies bathroom and went potty myself. There was no
urinal and I realized I would have to sit to pee just like her. When I was done I
flushed and left the stall. Kay called me in to her stall and had me wipe her
pussy. "That's right Francie, wipe it with the paper till I am dry." We left the stall
and went to wash. "A woman always washers her hands after going potty.
Were not like those filthy men", she said.
I smiled and nodded my agreement. "let me touch up your hair and lips", she
said. I smiled weakly as she picked out my hair even more than it was before.
She handed me a tube of lip gloss showing me how to extend it. I noticed it had
a red tinge to it. "That's it... carefully follow the contour of your lips", she said.
As we got back in the car, Aunt Sinthia said, "I don't want another episode like
that at any time. If you do, we'll just leave you to the mercy of the locals. As
punishment for that outburst you will have something special added to your list.
Now, what is your name", she asked. I knew she wanted me to say Francie. I
tried to avoid her eyes in the rear view mirror but she had me. "Come on say it
or get another punishment and another whipping .... NOW!", she barked at me.
"My name is Francie", I said. She complimented me and said that I was making
progress. Toward what I wondered to myself.
The rest of the ride to Santa Clara was pretty much in silence. I was deep in
thought. The tight panty girdle was crushing me and cutting into my thighs. The
jeans which were tight in the hips and tummy, made it impossible to breathe
normally. I found myself breathing in shorter breaths using my upper chest.
Finally we arrived at the Mall. It was huge and there were people everywhere. It
was a Thursday but it looked like a Saturday from the business. I saw so many
teenage girls and they all looked so attractive. The guys were everywhere and
they looked normal, not like me.
Aunt Sinthia parked the car at the outside edge of the parking area. That only
meant we had a long way to walk. "You know Francie, if you walk slouched like
that everyone will notice how out of place you look. Try moving your hips more
and push them forward so at least you won't be read for what you really are so
easily. I did my best and there seemed to be a little change. Once inside the
mall we went to the directory. "Well I see at least 20 or 30 stores I want to visit",
said Aunt Sinthia. Off we went to our first stop; a shoe store.
It was real high class and filled with lots of people. The saleswoman came over
to us and asked if she could help us. Aunt Sinthia said, "yes..can you fit my
"sissy boy" with a pair of those pretty sandals there?". She was pointing to a
pair of flat sandals with very small straps and little chains and bright stones over
the instep.
"Let me measure her , oops I'm sorry 'him' and I'll try", said the sales girl.
"Francie, sit down and take off your shoes and socks like a good sissy", said
Aunt Sinthia.
I was beet red but by now I was in no mood for another humiliating spanking in
public. I sat down slipped out of the loafers and took off my socks. The bright
red toenails flashed and glinted in the bright store lights.
"Oh what a hot color that is", said the sales girl. "I never would have guessed a
'girl' like you would have gone for that hot a color-at least not the way you are
dressed".
Aunt Sinthia said I had a lot of different sides to me. The sales girl measured my
foot and it turned out to be a size 8. She came back with the pair and gave them
to me to try on saying, "here try these and I'll be back. With a color like that, I
have just the heels for this sissy to try on". Aunt Sinthia said to me, "Francie,
slip those sandals on and buckle them". I did and then she said to walk around
in them and go over to the mirror.
I did as I was told but I was trembling inside and blushing beyond belief. The
sales girl came back carrying a box. "Those look great, but you really should
have on some shorts with them, perhaps some really short Daisy Dukes, and a
gold ankle bracelet for sure". She opened the box displaying a pair of high heels
for Aunt Sinthia and Kay to see. "These have a 4 inch heel and this wonderful
full open toe cutout. As you can see, it shows three full toes and a hint of the
fourth toe. Not many women can wear this but I think your 'niece' would be
smashing in them. Shall we try them on her", she concluded.
Aunt Sinthia said, "she doesn't wear many heels yet so she may have difficulty in
that height, but lets see them on her. I realize we don't have stockings with us,
but isn't that style often worn barefoot?, she added. The sales girl replied, "yes
in fact it is said that European women wear these to allow a lover to worship
their toes even when they are out for an evening".
I tried the heels on as I was directed and when I stood I almost tripped. Slowly I
was led to the mirror by the salesgirl. "See how sexy they look. These will drive
a man crazy and I know you'll just love that" she said.
Kay said, "look what they do to her ass and leg line. Now That's the look I want
on her, don't you Sinthia? Leave those on and keep walking in them Francie so
you'll get used to them", she said turning to me.
I was blushing so much that the sales girl said, "I'll bet she makes a pretty girl
and I have just the male friend for her. He is 34 and he loves sissy boys but he
is so horny I would worry about her if she went out with him. I mean he gets off
three or four times and dumps a real load in a girl. He is so over endowed it is
unbelievable".
Aunt Sinthia said, "Let me have your name and number. We are here for a week
and she may need a date for a movie or dancing". The sales girl gave her a
piece of paper and showed her a picture of the guy. He was in a football uniform
and looked huge. I'm sure it was just the protector that made his crotch look so
big. I just began to tremble inside at the very thought of going out with a man.
She had said his name was John and that he was 6'4 and "built like a brick you
know what"
Aunt Sinthia said about the spike heels, "I wish we could have her wear them for
the rest of the day, but we'll have her change into them when we need the
effect". They paid for the shoes after telling me to change into my loafers and
socks. I did as I was told when Aunt Sinthia said, "oh she needs a purse to go
with those. I think something in a little shoulder bag with the long shoulder
strap." The sales girl found just what Aunt Sinthia wanted and I had my first
purse.
The next shop we went to was Frederick's of Hollywood where Aunt Sinthia
wanted me to shop for undies. I wanted to protest, but the plug in my bottom
and the hot red fanny I still felt, made me think twice. When we walked in a
large, well dressed, but very severe looking, woman came over to us. "May I
help you ladies", she said. Aunt Sinthia explained that she was here shopping
with her 'sissy nephew' and how she expected him to make a large purchase for
himself. This made me really blush but the worst was yet to come. "He is
contemplating a lifestyle change and I want him to 'fully' experience what that
lifestyle would really mean", said Aunt Sinthia. The saleslady responded with,
"how wonderful of your new 'niece' to consider changing over to the real world of
feminine life. I can't tell you how lucky you are that I am working today. I
specialize in training sissies for their Mistresses", she concluded.
With a very warm understanding smile toward the woman, Aunt Sinthia said
firmly to me, "tell the saleslady each thing that you want and ask her for
permission to try each on. Ask her if she has other suggestions for you as well
and follow her guidance completely. We will return in an hour to see the results.
Here is your credit card Francie".
I stammered, "where... where are you going? I can't do this alone, I don't know
what to do".
With that Aunt Sinthia handed me a short list. "You ask for each thing yourself
Francie ... now show some initiative or I will think up something even worse for
you!" With that she spun on her heel, saying to Kay, "let's go have coffee and
see if that shoe sales girl can meet us tonight".
"My name is Ms. Amanda, and I expect to be treated with respect as well as
obeyed without question", she said to me. "Your Aunt Sinthia is quite right to
make sure you get the full experience, but I am pleased that this is something
you want to do on your own".
I responded, "well I'm not sure yet but I am truly bound to obey my Aunt Sinthia,
without hesitation so let's get on with it". I blushed badly as I started to read from
the list, realizing that Aunt Sinthia would question Amanda about how I handled
the requests and everything. it was so embarrassing. "I need three white bras
for school, a black one, a red one and a pink one", I said terribly embarrassed.
Amanda said, "what size do you wear and what style do you like best".
I had to reply and stammered, "I don't know I have never worn a bra".
"We can solve all of that", she said, " lift up your T shirt and I'll measure you".
"Right here in front of everyone", I whined, "they'll all realize these are for me. It
will be so humiliating and I'm scared".
Amanda reached up under my T shirt and grabbed my nipple and pinched it hard
pulling on it and said, "if you don't do exactly as I say, I will turn you over my
knee this minute". The pain was intense as she twisted my nipple viciously.
Tears came to my eyes but I lifted my T shirt. The one nipple was bright red and
swollen from her treatment.
"Hmm, we'll have to treat the other nipple to the same", she said. She placed
the tape measure around my chest just about two inches under the nipple and
said, "my dear 'girl' you are just a bare 35 inches and of course an A cup.
"Follow me", she said.
We walked over to a set of drawers where there were many bras. ?I think you
need several which are lace and cannot be seen through too easily, however, I
think your Aunt Sinthia will want you also to have ones which are very sheer and
revealing. I've met women like her before and they take great pleasure in tit
torture to stimulate their playthings. She will want to see a truly red and rich
nipple on you". She took several white bras from different boxes and told me to
go in the dressing room and she would come in to examine me. I found an open
dressing room and went in. I tried fastening one on myself but I was all thumbs
due to my trembling.
She came in to the dressing room and said, "no silly girl, here's how you fasten a
bra.? I did as she showed me and stood up straight for her to examine me. After
checking the first bra she had me do each of the white ones in turn. Then she
said, "lets look at some of the colored ones and you can try them on also".
I started to put my T shirt back on but she said no, just to follow her. We left the
dressing room with me in a state of nervous excitement. There were two young
women in the store and when they saw me they started pointing and laughing. I
was so mortified I tried to hide. Ms. Amanda pulled out several black bras and
several in red and pink. She made me try all of them on and I ended up with
three of each of them as well.
Then Ms Amanda said, "how are you going to control your figure dear girl?"
She took me to another area in the store and selected a white and a black corset
from the boxes. Each had six garters on it and looked horribly severe.
I was led back to the dressing room and she placed it around my waist. "Those
jeans will have to come off for this to work", she said.
I was in shock but she would have no part of my protests. I took off my jeans
exposing the multi color panties I had been made to wear.
"Ooh, they are cute and so feminine", she said. "Are you sure you haven't done
this before? By the way, is that pink polish on your fingernails? Why you really
are the sissy boy aren't you. Those socks will have to go for this outfit however.
Now put that black bra on the way I showed you"
What did she mean by that I wondered. She called out, "Jani, come here please
and help me". A pretty woman about 24 appeared and looked in.
"Oh" she exclaimed to which Amanda replied, "it?s OK we are just getting a
bunch of goodies for this big sissy boy. Get me some white stockings and some
black stockings, sheer toe in both and trashy heel style with seams in the black.
See if we have some in pink and red also for the other outfits. He'll need them to
make this corset fit properly. ?
I felt like I was going to faint from embarrassment. Ms. Amanda told me to reach
up high and grab the railing up on the wall. Then she began to lace the white
corset around me; tighter and tighter she pulled. At one moment I thought I could
feel her knee in my back.
Good, she said, and tied the laces off. "There, now you have a proper figure for
a woman". Oh god, I could hardly breathe and felt like I was getting dizzy. I was
beet red and so terribly embarrassed at all this.
Jani came back with the stockings and exclaimed, "my you've really changed her
shape haven't you".
I was told to sit down and slip on the stockings. When I said I had never done
this before, Ms Amanda coached me through it. I felt humiliated and degraded
that I couldn't even do this right. Then I stood up and she fastened the stockings
to all six garters on each leg.
"Did, your Aunt Sinthia have you bring any heels with you today", she asked.
"There are a pair of red heels in that bag of mine", I told her quite afraid of what
was coming next. "Put them on and model for me".
I found the bag and did my best to slip into the heels. I couldn't bend over too
easily and needed help from Ms. Amanda.
Finally I had them on. "Jani get me a white short slip, about 19 inches, with
double side slits and a white lace camisole", she said to her assistant.
Jani brought these to her and she had me slip both on. I stood in front of the
mirror but you really couldn't see the full effect no matter how far I backed up.
"Come with me", she said leading me out of the room. I cringed at the showing of
myself in this condition but I was left no choice.
I was led to the large mirror in the back of the shop and told to stand straight,
turn, walk and then to sit.
"See how the slip shows the garters and stocking tops just a bit", said Amanda.
Jani nodded and said, "but doesn't she look awfully wanton that way. Wow, just
think of how the black or red outfits will show her off. I'm jealous", she said.
Amanda said, "You know, she needs that special fanny girdle, the one with the
cutouts that expose the cheeks and push them up and out".
Jani agreed and went to get ones in all the colors we were looking at. That was
even more humiliating.
Amanda said, "Jani, take her back to the dressing room, get those panties off
and squeeze her into the white panty girdle. Make sure it goes up under the
corset so we get a full bare fanny" If you need help call me and I'll come in and
help".
Jani led me back to the dressing room. Now I was panicked as I had nothing on
under the panties. I mean my puny dick would be exposed for her to laugh at. I
was starting to tremble and ready to cry again. How could my Aunt Sinthia put
me through such hell.
Once in the dressing room, I was told to unhook the garters and remove my
panties. Jani busied herself loosening the corset. Finally I was given the special
panty girdle with the fanny cutout and told to squeeze into it. That's putting it
mildly. It was so tight and the fanny support bands were so strong. After a lot of
struggling I got it on, but it nearly choked me in the crotch.
"You'll have to reach in and tuck your privates under between your legs", said
Jani.
I did as I was told and was even more uncomfortable, but all of a sudden there
was no male bulge.
Jani began to pull at my ass cheeks forcing them out of the opening. I looked in
the mirror and saw a very exaggerated fanny beneath the corset edge. It was
very exciting and left me with a strange feeling. Then Jani started in again with
the laces as Amanda had done again it was tighter and tighter as she pulled.
Once again at one moment I thought I could feel her knee in my back.
?Good, ?she said, and tied the laces off. "There, once again you have the proper
figure for a woman".
Just about then Aunt Sinthia and Kay returned and they had several bags with
them. Amanda showed them in to the dressing room and they were over-
whelmed.
"My my Amanda, you have done wonders with my sissy boy. He looks very real
and quite attractive just as he is". Turning to me Aunt Sinthia said, "We just
came from coffee with the girl from the shoe store. She has made arrangement
for her friend to join us tonight for a drink and she has told him all about this
fabulous new girl she met at the store. I'm sorry to say he's quite sexually active
and very much into she-males".
"Amanda", she said, "How are we doing on panties, nighties and other goodies?
Oh and by the way, with that waistline, she can't wear her jeans out, do you have
some really skin tight jeans that would fit her new shape. And while you are at it,
I think she needs some bustline but not too much. I still like the hint of maleness
in her so people are suspicious. The blush of embarrassment and shame are so
attractive on Francie; don't you think??
Amanda agreed and sent Jani scurrying off for breast forms and some "sexy
tight jeans or slacks". Jani returned with several pairs of jeans and one pair of
stretch slacks with stirrups. Aunt Sinthia chose one pair of jeans and handed
them to me saying, "squeeze into these dear girl".
I noticed that the jeans had very narrow legs and little pink stitching on the
seams. I recoiled in horror as I noticed that the ankles had zippers. After taking
off the half slip, I started to pull the jeans on but they were so skin tight they
almost stopped my breathing. As it was the corset had me gasping for breath.
The special cutout panty girdle had my cheeks completely defined but the jeans
actually had fanny pockets in them. I had an ass to rival any girl's. The jeans
were short enough that the end of the leg left lots of room to see my stocking.
Then they had me put the socks back on that had the ruffled cuffs. They zipped
the zippers closed and had me walk over to the mirror.
Kay said, "now all she needs is a new top and some white flats. But first
Amanda, do you have one of those little collars with the rhinestones on them like
the rich people put on their dogs? Why don't we go back next door to the shoe
shop and see what Gina can fit her with. In the meantime Francie, put the T shirt
back on. Your bra side will show through the arm holes and that will excite some
people".
Aunt Sinthia said "ok" and that she would be there as soon as she took care of
the bill here.
As I left, I heard Aunt Sinthia saying to Ms Amanda, ?I want full sets of all the
items in each color; black, red, pink, white and a dozen pair of hose in each
color. We'll take that nightie set and the peignoir. Let me have the fluffy mules
in black and red. We'll be back tomorrow for a French Maid's costume as well".
Amanda said "No we don't have collars but their is a pet shop here in the mall
and I know they will have them in various colors".
Aunt Sinthia said, "thanks we'll try that soon. I think we need to be sending that
message to the right type of person who might recognize her value"
So far, we had been at this trip for only five hours but I was a wreck. Aunt Sinthia
and her wicked friend Kay, had exposed me, embarrassed me, humiliated me
and generally destroyed my self esteem in a dozen stores in this mall. I knew it
had literally hundreds of stores for them to "play in". I was corseted, stockings
(which were not generally visible), in little two inch heels, skin tight girls jeans,
with my ears pierced three times on each side. I was wearing a pair of tinkly
earrings which made noise when my head moved, a barely there T shirt that had
no sleeves and a padded bra. They had purposely avoided any makeup for me
so my masculine features showed through quite clearly.
That's how they were parading me through the mall from store to store. It was
almost 5 p.m. and I knew they had night time plans to further humiliate me.
However, we next stopped at an all girls store which featured all kinds of new
wave clothes.
"I want some Daisy Dukes for my sissy nephew", said Aunt Sinthia to the sales
girl who approached us.
She replied, "you mean this is a boy?", she said to Aunt Sinthia.
"Oh yes, he's a real sissy too and I want only the most feminine things for him".
I intervened, "Aunt Sinthia, I really have to go potty very bad!"
"Too bad, you had your choice earlier", she responded.
The pressure of the corset and the tight panty girdle were making me very
uncomfortable but she would allow me no relief. I even felt like the Tampon
might not be holding in the melted ice cubes from the morning. I felt so bloated
and uncomfortable.
"Well you certainly have picked the hottest sexiest of items", the sales girl said.
"You know, don't you, they show half the full fanny cheek and are a real
invitation to play?" Aunt Sinthia responded, "of course I do. I want them in
every color and style you have especially the most exaggerated cuts that tease
the most. However, I also want 'her' to have some of those really skinny leg tight
denim shorts the girls wear. you know the ones they call 'crotch cutters.?
The girl took out a tape measure and checked my hips and waist, nodding
approvingly as she made mental note of my size. She then picked out half a
dozen pairs of the Daisy Dukes in different colors.
Aunt Sinthia approved of all of them and picked out two style that she told the
girl she wanted in her size also. Now why, I wondered, would she want
something like that for herself? I mean if she wore them it would really attract
attention! She paid the bill and we headed for what she called 'one more shop
for today. We ended up at a high class Pet Store.
She asked the owner, "do you have any large size rhinestone collars, "say in 14
or 15 inch length, but just covered in rhinestones".
He said he did and directed us to the area they were displayed in. He showed
several colors to Aunt Sinthia and asked what type of dog it was for.
Aunt Sinthia, in her most demeaning manner, said, "its for my sissy here. I want
him always to wear a collar, even when he is in his most "she she" dress
or...when she has nothing else on".
He looked at me with total disgust and I was mortified. She tried on in red on me
for size and when she found the right size, she ordered one in every color he
had. I ended up leaving the store wearing one in red. I was beet red with
embarrassment because she also bought several leashes in different colors to
match or mix with the various colored collars.
With those little wind chime earrings and now the collar, I attracted so much
attention it was humiliating. I was sure everyone could tell I was a real perverted
sissy. We headed for the car and what turned out to be a big airport hotel; the
San Jose Hyatt. They checked in with me waiting in the lobby in a chair. The
bellman took our luggage up to our two room suite.
Aunt Sinthia said, "we have this for a week and during that time you are going to
learn what motivation is all about. We are going to change your so much that
you will beg for one of two things, but in either case, you will be self driven to
want more than you have now!?
I was told to remove all my clothes and draw a bath. I did what I was told and
proceeded to strip, dropping my clothes in a pile.
That's all it took for Aunt Sinthia to get furious. "You will have to learn to take
better care of your new clothes as these are all you'll have. Yes, 'all you have'.
While we were leaving today, I had the Goodwill people come and take
everything you owned in the way of clothes. What you are buying is what you
will own. If you ruin things, you'll pay the price of my anger".
I still had the bare fanny panty girdle on when she grabbed my wrist and spun
me over her lap.
I don't know where she got the ping pong paddle, but she proceeded to give me
the whipping of my life. I mean I kicked my feet up and down and cried till I ran
tears. My bottom got so red hot and was stinging so badly, I thought it would
never stop. I actually found myself getting excited from it all and I started to get
an erection. She felt it and rolled me on the floor. She reached down and
pinched me so hard that I thought she broke the skin. I had an ejaculation in the
panty girdle.
Aunt Sinthia saw the wet spot growing and said, "I never gave you permission to
do that. Take them off and clean that spot with your mouth - completely!"
I pulled off the panty girdle and began licking my cum from the inside. It tasted
so strange and made my head spin at the thought of it. Was this what a woman
experienced when she gave head to a man I wondered? Just then Aunt Sinthia
took a picture of me with her Polaroid camera. I turned beet red all over and she
shot another photo. The prints showed an obvious sissy, a flaming red bottom,
limp penis and eating the crotch of a panty girdle.
"I'm sure your fellow classmates, would love to see this and the ones Kay took
secretly at the mall today", she said wickedly.
I was told to go take a soaking tub bath and that "Kay would be in to guide me in
about 20 minutes. Oh wonderful, I thought to myself - Ms bitch herself. That
woman had no humanity in her.
Well she came in after about half an hour and said. "Stand up you big sissy". I
wanted to hide my limp penis but she said, Arms out at your side and palms up".
She took a can of foaming solution and said, "cover your body in this from you
neck down". I realized it was hair removal product I had seen at home in Aunt
Sinthia's bathroom.
While I stood there I felt a stinging on my skin and then Kay told me to shower
off completely using a brisk scrubbing motion with a face cloth. I normally have
very little hair on my body anyhow and after this I was satin smooth. Next I was
mad to cover my body with a Lancome sun tan potion. I was told to not cover my
genitals but everywhere else. As it turned out I left a triangle shaped patch
uncovered by the tanning cream. As I sat there starker, Aunt Sinthia said, ?While
that sets up for the next hour, I am going to style your hair and do your makeup.
You have a date tonight!?
I sat on a white towel, with nothing on and I could feel the tanning cream
beginning to dry. My skin was becoming a soft but deep golden color as if I was
a nude sunbather. First Aunt Sinthia put my hair up in hot rollers. Then she
started on my face.
She started to gently shape my eyebrows saying, "I'll leave them full tonight so
tomorrow, the technician will have something to work with.?
There was no doubt however, that they a decidedly non masculine curve to
them. Then after going over my face with a magnifying glass and a razor, I
realized that my face was also satiny smooth.
She started with a creme from Adrien Arpel, that filled in little lines and made my
skin look more smooth. Then a moisturizer, followed by a glistener, and then a
cream base.
Then she began on my eyes before she did any more on my face saying, "we do
the eyes at this point. That way we are not having to cover up a base with too
thick a layer of powder.
When that had set a little, the powdered my face carefully pressing the puff
firmly into my skin. My complexion looked flawless when she said, "now we
have a canvas to do some real art work on". My eyes were so smoky and sexy I
was shocked.
I asked her, "what kind of date have you planned for me? Am I going to be
humiliated and embarrassed all night as you did today? Is the person gentle?
What am I expected to do?"
She answered, "before I answer those questions, go look in the bag on the bed".
In it I found a sexy black garter belt and some seamed stockings in sheer black.
"I want you to put on the garter belt and then we'll do your stockings. It is
necessary for your feet to begin accustoming themselves to those killer black
'hooker' heels we bought today as they are what you are wearing tonight".
I did as I was told and sat back down on the dressing table bench. I pulled the
stockings on as Aunt Sinthia coached me and soon I was wrestling to get the
seams straight. It was a terror but finally, I managed with her help to get them
ruler straight. She warned me, "If I ever catch you with crooked seams, you'll get
a caning in public, if appropriate, till you can't sit down. A girl never... never
.never ... allows herself to be seen in crooked seams. It says all kinds of bad
things about you and it totally unacceptable to me or Kay!"
Aunt Sinthia found the box with the black stiletto pumps. These also had a
cutout in the toe that showed a lot of nail color. They had done my toes in an
iridescent red that showed unbelievably brightly through the black hose.
She forced each shoe on the respective foot. "Now Francie dear, these will
warm and shape to your foot, somewhat, but they will force your whole torso into
an exaggerated hips forward posture. It will take every bit of personal
concentration and self determination for you to keep from falling. That is one of
their purposes - you will have to concentrate on an objective".
Once she had done that she started in working on and talking about my makeup.
"Over the next week, you'll learn how to do this yourself and over the summer
you'll become an expert at it. Then she sculpted my cheeks and outlined my jaw
in a way that hid its masculine lines. She successfully camouflaged what little
Adam's Apple I had till nothing showed. I found my eyes looking down at my feet
in those exotic skyscraper heels. Even sitting down, they forced a whole change
in my calf muscles. Thank god I wasn't blocky in my muscle structure due to my
swimming. The shoes were squeezing my feet terribly but the pretty toes
peeking through the cutout were actually exciting. I found myself hoping that my
'date' didn't think they were too provocative or that I was some kind of slut.
As the last step in the makeup, Aunt Sinthia outlined my lip line in a dark red
shade of lip liner pencil. Then she put a lipstick base on my lips designed to
close up the cracks in my lips. Then a color coat in a red Revlon lipstick that
matched my toes. Next came a powder coat pressed into my lips and then
another color coat. Finally she put a gloss coat on that looked like I had wildly
wet lips.
The gloss had a slight mother of pearl to it and she said, "I know you won't like
this, but the men say that this makes your lips look like they have a trace of cum
on them. They are wildly turned on by it. However, if your date says something
like that to you, be prepared as he will probably want you to relieve him by
sucking him off! That is something you will not be able to avoid. If you are
forced to relieve him, you had better do a good job or he may beat you up. As
for the others, you had better be prepared to spend a lot of time fending off
undesirable suitors, as you are too hot looking".
By this time my hair was ready, but Aunt Sinthia wanted to dress me before she
finished my hair. Just then Kay came out of the shower and roared her approval.
She is such a statuesque woman with a stupendous full bosom. Aunt Sinthia
said she was going to finish dressing me and then she would shower and get
ready for tonight. She asked Kay if she would do my nails when I was all ready
and could sit still.
Kay agreed but said, I took a little time today to have a special harness made for
our girl so she won't be embarrassed by an accident tonight".
She went back to the other bedroom and brought out a small leather strip with a
buckle and ring on it. "come here sissy girl", she said to me. I did my best to walk
as Aunt Sinthia had described and didn't do too bad.
"Now you stand there, absolutely still, and don't you even move your hands", she
said firmly.
She took the small strap and fastened it around my penis, just behind the glans.
She buckled it very tightly. Then, she took a length of black nylon cord and
divided it in half so there were two ends at one end and a simple loop at the
other. She slipped the loop through the ring and then threaded the loose end
through the loop. I was starting to get excited but the leather strap kept me from
getting an erection. Then without any warning she pushed the long loose end
between my leg and spun me around so fast I almost fell in those heels.
She held my hips while Aunt Sinthia forced each testicle up into my body cavity.
The pain was total agony and I became very faint.
"You'll understand in a little bit why I did this", she said almost apologetically.
Then I felt her pull the cord ends so that my penis was pulled completely up
between my thighs, completely out of sight. Without testicles to be in the way, I
was very smooth and actually had a wide cleft and what might look like pussy
lips.
At my back, about the point where my waist was, Aunt Sinthia tied a not and then
she looped the remaining length around to the front of my waist and then again
around to the back. At that point she tied the ends into a double knot.
"Aunt Sinthia", I whined, "I'm scared and now I have to pee".
She led me to the potty and said, "why my dear 'girl', sit down and pee, but be
sure to wipe yourself when you get up as I am afraid, you'll be a bit wet".
It worked and as she said, I was quite wet from the way things were positioned.
Aunt Sinthia said to me, "its time to change your Tampon, honey. Find the string
and pull it out by the string. Don't let it fall into the toilet however, as it might
clog the plumbing. We girls always try to dispose of those things in a box you
usually find in the stall".
I did as I was told and had a really strange feeling as the bloated Tampon came
out.
I wiped off and then Kay said, "Now we are going to add a special sensation for
you which you will do on a regular daily basis. This bulb syringe has a solution
of Premarin cream and water in it. The tip of the syringe is long enough to go
way up your bottom. Insert it and squeeze hard... again ..."
Oh what a strange feeling. It was as if I had someone in me and he came with a
massive load.
Kay continued, " Good, now here dear sissy, is a replacement Tampon for you.
Go ahead, put it in...yes all the way".
?Oh my god,? I said as I plunged the Tampon in and my rosebud closed over it.
Another incredible rush of emotion hit me.
"Now dear girl, that will make sure you have no unseemly leakage through your
evening,? she sneered.
As I stood up straight, I was told to walk to the living room and back. Those
horrible heels made me sway and weave like a drunken sailor. The strong tug of
the garters on my stockings was an evil reminder of how trashy I was. Worse
however, was the effect of my thighs and stocking tops, rubbing on the tied down
head of my hidden sex. I tried to walk without my thighs touching and that made
my gait even more exaggerated.
"Good", said Aunt Sinthia, "she is beginning to move like a real sissy.?
Kay had finished dressing and was in a hot leather two piece suit. When she
came back Aunt Sinthia said to her, "I want you to get her undies on her and
make her keep practicing her walk. You might also put a couple of coats of red
polish on her nails to cover that high school pink and match her lipstick and toe
nails. When I am dressed, we'll put the rest of her clothes on her and finish her
hair. By then John should be here for her".
For her???? What did that mean???
Kay helped me with the black lace bra and the heavy bust forms. They obviously
showed a nipple through the sheer fabric. Then I was given a very brief thong
bikini panty to put on and lastly the bare fanny girdle. Once again Kay, used the
opportunity to force a lot of cheek out of the cutout space so my buttocks were
very pronounced. The fabric of the panty girdle was doing a real number on my
male sex. Kay checked and when she had me feel it, the entire crotch area was
a deep valley with nothing even remotely indicating anything but a feminine
body.
"Now let's do her corset", said Aunt Sinthia.
"Oh no,? I pleaded, "can't you just do that waist cincher you bought and the wide
leather belt you normally wear Aunt Sinthia", I whined.
She replied, "you know Kay, we do want her loose for John and dancing and we
can achieve the hourglass figure we want with that waist cincher. I can wear a
gold chain on my waist tonight and that will send another message in case there
are playmates here tonight.?
She turned to me and said, "you know the line of your figure will actually be
more exaggerated and will attract more attention in the bar and in the lounge
where the dancing is. Are you sure you have the where with all to handle that?"
"Oh yes", I pleaded, I am so shrunk already and if you want me to entertain this
man properly, I must be able to move".
Kay brought out the well boned and exaggerated shaped waist cincher. It was
placed around my waist and they began to pull and tug at the laces. I felt myself
being squeezed in at the middle and my breath becoming shorter and shorter.
Aunt Sinthia was right, the shape was definitely more exaggerated and it was
obvious that I was severely figure trained. This way my hips had more freedom
and I knew my ass would move more provocatively. I didn't care however as I
was happy to not have the upper body restriction. My waist had been taken
down almost 6 inches and I had to either sit upright or stand all the time.
Then Kay did my nails in the two coats of iridescent red polish Aunt Sinthia
wanted and I was made to continue walking practice. My calf muscles were
screaming in agony, but I was mastering the heels. I found myself saying, I hope
this guy is worth the effort. Then I recoiled in shock at the essence of what I was
saying, if even just to myself. What had happened to me since yesterday. Aunt
Sinthia finished dressing and came out in a stunning champagne silk blouse with
a deep vee neck and a black kid skirt that had to be mid thigh length. Her heels
were as bad as mine!
?Well, lets show her the skirt we bought for her and do her hair. I want those
nails really dry so if she has to undress tonight with she won't ruin the clothes
with polish.? Kay reached in a bag and took out a skirt that was at best 19
inches long. However, when she unfolded it looked no bigger than a large "tube
top".
She put both arms in the skirt and stretched it in several directions saying, "dear
sweet slutty sissy, this will hug every inch of that beautiful fanny and the shape
of your upper thighs. It truly has a Latin fanny".
She also handed me a gold pair of long earrings that tinkled just like the silver
ones I had on earlier. I hooked them to the loops in my newly pierced ears.
They were much longer and more noisy than the daytime ones.
Aunt Sinthia added, "You will be so attractive that your date, that hulk of a
football player, will be crazy about you. That way, you won't have to show any
initiative at all and on top of that, he'll have to fight off every other man in the
bar. You'll love the attention and as Kay said, earlier, you'll be begging for the
right to have any initiative at all!" Now lets do your hair and get your skirt on
(she giggled uncontrollably at that point).?
I was so worried about everything. I felt so strange. There was no question I
was hot looking. I bet they weren't even go to let me wear a slip under the skirt.
They just wanted a totally sexual presentation and I wasn't allowed any initiative
or freedom of thought. Its as if I was a property they were marketing to every
sexually active man and woman in town. I had no idea what would come about
this evening and also they had said we were here for a week. One thing, I was
sure I would be doing things that I had never even thought of before.
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