A Favorit Bar
Holly knew the minute she saw the boy walk into the bar that he wasn't aware what kind of bar it was. He had a confident stride as he made his way through the Happy Hour crowd on his way to the bar. He wore a 'SDSU' t-shirt that confirmed his young, college-boy looks. Holly wanted him. She made her way down the bar until she stood next to him and began making small talk with 'Big Jim', the bartender and owner.
SRO's was San Diego's 'tranny' bar. It is known as the place that Masters and Mistresses could find the Sissy Boys and Transvestites that they loved and, on many lucky occasions, discover that 'curious' boy who they could Dominate and Force into a Sissy existence he never expected. Big Jim caught Holly's signal and smiled slightly as he poured two rum and cokes - one for Holly and one from the 'special' rum for the boy. Members of W.U.S.S. (Women United to Sissify Society) got more than just special prices here.
"Let me get your first one," Holly said as Jim returned and set the drinks down in their proper place, "I don't get to buy cute boys drinks often. What's your name?"
She could see the boy's startled reaction as he got a good look at her, "Brad," he had muttered through his shock and feelings of incredible luck, "and, well, thanks for the drink."
"I'm Holly," she said taking a sip of hers that led Brad to take a sip of his, soon followed by a larger swig, "and it's my pleasure. I always like to welcome first-timers to the bar."
Brad had taken two more drinks as she spoke half emptying his glass. "How did you know it was my first-time?" he asked before slamming the other half down.
Holly sat and swung around sitting close and facing Brad. She could see his pupils expand as Miss Prim's potion took hold. "Do you know what kind of bar this is Brad?" she almost cooed as she tenderly rubbed his knee.
"Just a bar," he had almost whispered, as his haze kept getting deeper.
"It's your favorite bar," Holly told her new pet, "you love it here and feel so at home and comfortable here."
"It is a nice bar," Brad told himself.
"You like to come here as much as possible," Holly said as she lightly touched Brad's chin making him look in her eyes, "you come here because you know this is MY bar and you hope to see me every time you walk in the door."
"I like seeing you," Brad sighed looking in Holly's big blue eyes.
"This is MY bar," Holly says, her lips almost touching his, "because this a bar the Sissy Boys and Transvestites like to come to. Is that why you love this bar so? are you a Sissy?"
"No," Brad said with some force for the haze he was in, "I play intramurals and was a 3 sport athlete in High School. I'm not a Sissy."
Holly smiled at this as she felt a wetness begin in her crotch. This one would be so much fun she thought as she guided the boy's body around on his stool so he could see the slightly busy Happy Hour crowd. Thursday Happy Hour was a big night for the Sissy Boys to come out without their Mistresses and Masters to do some Sissy Socializing. The crowd of effeminate giggling boys was sprinkled with a few Masters and Mistresses along with some truly passable Trannys - all drinking and having a good time.
"See how much fun they are having Brad," Holly whispered in his ear, "you want to have that much fun to. That's why you love this bar so much and want to see me so often - because you want to have fun like all the other Sissies."
"I'm not a Sissy," Brad mumbled as he stared at the giggling and chattering Prisses.
"Do you have a sister, Brad?" Holly questioned.
"Yes, Jody," he replied still lost in the scene in front of him, "she's 2 years older than me."
"She showed you how to have this much fun a long time ago Brad," Holly felt lucky to have the 'sister' card to use now, "you know how to have this much fun and do it all the time, don't you remember what lets you have this much fun?"
Brad had just noticed the incredible high heels each of the other bar patrons wore, except the Masters but he did remember having fun with his sister..........
"You wear panties to have this much fun," Holly oozed as she turned Brad's head back to her eyes again, "all these boys have on panties, that's why they are having fun and you're not."
"Panties?" Brad slurred.
"Yes, panties," Holly whispered as she brushed her lips against his, "your sister showed you this when you were very little and you've been having fun ever since. Pink ultra girly panties are your most fun, you love those."
"Pink....." a lost Brad mumbled.
Big Jim and many of the other Masters and Mistresses watched with interest as Holly did her work. They all respected the level of work she could perform with a boy as they had all witnessed Holly manipulate her hoodlum step-brother from the recently released juvenile hall boy she was forced to take into her home into the ridiculed and impossibly helpless school 'faggot' he was today. Everyone knew she was moving up the W.U.S.S. power charts very quickly and it is always wise to watch those who are 'naturals.'
All of them wondered what she would mold from her new lump of clay.
Brad couldn't believe how stupid he could be sometimes as he rushed through the door of his apartment and quickly ducked into his room, praying neither of his roommates would see him. He placed the package he carried on his bed and quickly removed his piss-soaked pants and boxer shorts. He mentally scolded himself for even trying to wear boy's underwear again. He had thought he was old enough to control it now, but he should have known better. His whole life he had lived with the problem. It was simple, if he wore boy's underwear, he pissed his pants. They just seemed to make him so bored and sad that he forgot to control his bladder. That's why he had worn pretty and fun panties his whole life. As he opened the package on his bed and quickly put on the top pair of wonderfully silky pink and lace-covered panties. The other 4 pair went into his drawer. He thought only a second before throwing all the boy's underwear in the drawer away, realizing that his 'piss' reaction to them was not something he would grow out of.
Holly had laughed so hard as he had soaked his pants while sitting on the bar stool at SRO's. He had been awed by the prancing and primping girly-boys he had been watching. They were so pathetic and wimpy. Sure, he was a pantywaist, but that was different. He was a pantywaist because he had to be. It had been humiliating for him to endure all their giggles, as the whole room had seemed to notice his growing piss stain before he had. Only Brit had been kind enough to help him out of the building and to the parking lot. He had helped Brad to his car and then told him to wait for just a moment until he returned.
Brad got his first good look at Brit when the boy had returned and handed Brad the package he had just opened. The boy's face and hair was just like any other handsome young man's, if you didn't pay attention to the pink hair bow with white polka dots or the slightly large pink pearl-like earrings he wore.
"I'm Brit," the boy had said with a grin.
"Thank you so much," Brad had managed to squeak out as he took in the rest of his 'rescuer'. The boy wore a short pink dress with the same white polka dots as his hair bow. The skirt of the dress was extremely tight and short with a wide white belt pinching in the waist. The long sleeves blended seamlessly with white wrist gloves.
"It's no problem, Brad," Brit had said as he straightened noticeably checked the seams of his nude pantyhose which Brad now saw ended in incredibly high pink stilettos that Brit handled perfectly.
"How did you know my name?" Brad had asked as he finally realized he hadn't told it to Brit.
"You're in my English class at SDSU. I had never guessed you to be a Sissy-boy like me since you always sat with all those rowdy boys," Brit moved his gloved hand to Brad's shoulder as he added, "it's good to know though, you can sit with me now when you want." Brit had quickly bent and pecked Brad on the cheek before waving a 'bye bye' and mincing back into the club.
Now, as Brad turned and admired his new panties, he began to forget the sad pissing incident and was having fun again. "I'm such a Pantywaist," he had thought as he sat down at his computer and logged on. His fun thoughts included many centered around Brit, who had been so nice to him. The white polka dots on the pink dress almost floated in front of Brad's eyes as he unconsciously typed in "http:www.MistressHollysSissies.com".
Holly smiled as she saw the log-on notice indicating Brad had just entered her website as he was supposed to. The night had gone perfectly with Holly getting lucky 2 times, once with Brad having an older sister and again when the high-heeled fetish Sissy Brit had approached having recognized Brad from one of his classes. After a short chat, Brit had prissed away and Holly had begun to form in Brad a respect and admiration of Brit that was just like the one Brad had for his older sister. Brit would Brad's idol.
Holly had spoken with Miss Prim (the woman who sponsored Holly's membership into W.U.S.S.), Brit's Mistress (and History Professor) after Brad had exited in his prissy pants. Even now Miss Prim probably had Brit at the edge of orgasm which always placed Brit into the trance-like state Miss Prim used to mold her sissies. Brit would discover an exciting thrill over the next week that would become a slight addiction as the thrill of pushing, teasing and tricking Brad into doing sissy things would become a fun little game.
Holly noticed Brad had already studied Page 1 of her website's First Phase Section all her Sissies studied this their first night. Brad had just read a first person story with the story becoming a barely remembered shadow in Brad's mind that would become a bit more real every time he recited the story to himself.
Holly quickly read the story herself and, once again, found nothing in need of change:
"I loved playing with my dollies when I was little. I hated getting dirty and running and screaming like all the other boys. I loved playing house and playing dress-up in pretty little party dresses. I hated going to the playground equipment and climbing and jumping and throwing things like the other boys. I liked sitting on a blanket on the soft grass and combing my Barbie's hair and singing little nursery rhymes. I'm such a Sissy. I've always been a Sissy."
Her brother, Clint, had started this same way. She could hear the proof of it's effectiveness coming from the little Priss' room as Clint's boyfriend, Chord, shouted, "You like those cum facials don't you Clint." Holly knew he did, she had made him that way. She had made him the kind of lover he had always wanted his trampy girlfriends to be.
Brad had just finished Page 2. Holly knew the boy now felt a little bit safer being his Sissy self in his own home. He felt better about doing all the housework and doing nice things for others in the house. By his answers to a few question, she saw they were 2 boys, Brad would now fell a little more comfortable doing their laundry, bringing them drinks and being a good Sissy for the 'real men' in the house. Picture after picture on Page 3 showed Sissy-boys performing Sissy chores - showing Brad how Sissies like him could and should behave in the comfort of their own home.
Holly made a decision on Page 4 just in time as Brad clicked the link. She had picked Sissy Style 44 as Brad's final destination and as Brad clicked the link and saw the pictured Sissy that popped up, Holly knew he had soaked his panties with loads of Sissy-cream and now, subconsciencly, had a goal to strive for as he would eventually emulate Sissy Style 44 in everyway.
"Miss Holly," Clint giggled as he stuck his head around the door, "Chord is ready for you."
Holly smiled at her grinning brother, dried cum caked to his face and plastered in his permed little blond curls.
Chord was lying on the couch, seeming dead except for the long hard cock twitching against his stomach. Hard, even though he had repeatedly given Clint cum facials. Holly knelt next to the boy who fell into this state after each of his weekly face-fucking sessions with Clint.
"How many times did you give Sissy Clint your man-juice?" Holly asked Chord as she gently stroked his cock.
"3 times," Chord almost pouted, knowing what that would mean.
"You know what happens when your man-juice leaves you," Holly scolded, "tell me what happens."
"I become less of a man," Chord said in a quivering voice.
"Yes, you do," Holly purred as she continued her stroking of Chord's penis, "you can feel it slipping out of you now."
Clint shuddered and frowned. Over the past 2 weeks, Chord had already given up portions of his manhood. The first week, he had felt humiliated as all his 'Maxes' in the weight-room had dropped by at least 5lbs, much to his Coach's dissatisfaction. The next week had Chord feeling new insecurities as he showered with his football teammates. His cock wasn't hanging like it used to, like theirs did - limp, but still showing size. His was limp, shrunk and shriveled as if it had been buried in a bucket of ice. By the end of the week, Chord couldn't find the confidence to shower with them and would keep busy folding team towels or hanging practice jerseys until he could shower by himself.
"Do you notice what you lost?" Holly asked now rubbing her nail tips on the boy's purple cock-head.
Chord's brow wrinkled as he seemed to search for his missing piece.
"I think your dad is really going to notice this," Holly expertly lead the e boy, "he loves spending this 'manly' time with you very much."
"Our Game Days?" Chord squeaked, "not our Game Days! We always watch 1 big game a week at Hooters."
"Well, 3 cums is a lot of manliness to spray all over Sissy Clint's face. You feel it gone now, don't you Chord? The Game Days." Holly begins to lightly squeeze the boy's cocked now. "The interest you felt in the games is no longer there. The statistics and knowledge of the rules has evaporated. The 'manly' excitement you got from the big-titted Hooter's waitresses has faded to shrunken limpness, just like in the gym shower."
Holly had steadily increased the pressure of her pinch on his cock-head as she spoke, "As your Dad comments on the game you will find your interest focused on less manly things, like how cute the Cheerleader's uniforms are or how the team's colors match or clash. The commercials will be of more interest to you than the games. As your dad shoots out a player's batting average, you will find yourself commenting on how pretty his eyes are."
"It's all gone," Chord sadly stated.
"You will eventually get so bored that you begin taking a nail kit or a romantic book to read until finally, your dad will stop wanting to take you. He will no longer feel that 'manly' father-son bonding because you have lost that manliness," Holly is now firmly digging into his cock-head and the once hard and proud cock was shriveling rapidly from the pain. "The 'manly' excitement you once felt as you leered at the Hooter's girl's bodies will transfer into excitement from your love of their tight and revealing uniforms. If you keep losing your manliness, you could probably wear something like that."
Chord's cock was now limp and lifeless and would be until he returned next week to give away more of his 'boyish' nature.
Brad had made the Page 4 picture his screen saver. He had changed out of his cum-soaked panties, not quite remembering anything from his Internet surfing except finding that awesome picture. His fresh powder-pink bow-covered panties made him go to sleep with a smile.
The screen-saver on his computer flickered slightly after 2 hours. The MP3 that downloaded with the picture began to softly play through the speakers and kept going for 4 hours feeding Holly's voice into Brad's head all night, reinforcing the 'adapted' memories of his girlish and dainty early childhood years.
Sissy Style 44 met Brad's waking eyes. The pictured boy holding the same beauty as last night. Pink stilettos were made so enduring by the dainty ankle straps that had bows covering the buckles. His pantyhose encased legs that were so sexy as he held one straight and stiff with the other slightly forward in a girlish bend. His arms from his shoulder to elbow were firmly at his side with only the arm below the elbow held stiffly out from his waist, his limp wrists dangling as if to provide balance. His short, pleated skirt was cream and pink pleated with his tiny waist framed by the white belt and pink heart-shaped buckle. The Sissy seems so proud of the tiny pre-pubescent breasts as he thrust his chest out to show them to anyone he could. The pink blouse matched his pink pleats, shoes, painted nails, lip-sticked mouth, hair-bow, earring, necklace and bracelets. Lace at the blouse's neckline and wrists added a girlishness real girls wouldn't touch. The boy's hair was obviously dyed to the wonderfully prissy henna red his parted bangs arching around his thin, plucked eyebrows with the ends curling in and hanging sexily over his immaculately made-up eyes. Somewhere Brad thought he heard Holly saying how fun it would be to that Sissy. He was careful not to let his sperm hit his panties this time as he carefully caught it all on his English lit book. The instinct he had was right; licking up his cum was fun.
Brad had noticed Brit in his English class that day. The boy had came in a little late and seemed very confident as he made his way to his chair in the back. Brad had to admire Brit's bravery and strength to be who he was. Several students snickered at the light yellow mid-thigh rear zipped shorts that showed off Brit's smooth freshly shaved legs. Brit held his books to his chest allowing just a portion of his sleeveless white angora sweeter to show. Barely visible make-up and short boyish hair removed any doubt Brit wasn't a boy in girlie clothes. As Brit femininely crossed his legs at his smooth thighs, Brad saw the light pink keds with white polka dots Brit wore. Brad knew he could never be as brave as Brit.
Brit was aware Brad was watching him. He felt a pleasant tingle at the knowledge Brad had on dainty pink panties under his Abercrombie blue jeans and tight Speed-Racer t-shirt. Brit took notice of the Adidas sneakers Brad wore, mainly because Brad was sitting in the girlliest of manners. His thighs and knees firmly together with his bottom legs held out to the sides, his feet pointing in.
Brit had his books ready to go as the class ended so he easily made it to Brad's seat as brad was gathering his. "Here's that magazine you loaned me," Brit had said load enough for half the room to take notice, "I'm so glad you finally subscribed to Seventeen so we don't have to pay retail for it anymore." Brad was holding the magazine before he realized what was happening. "See you at the bar Sweetie," Brit chirped on his way out the door - a jolt of joy from the humiliation he had just created for Brad. Brad bowed his head, jammed the magazine into his book bag and scrambled out of class. In his next class, he had the magazine stuck into his open textbook and was engrossed in the articles as the professor lectured.
Everyday over the next 2 weeks Holly and Brit continued to ease Brad into a more Sissy-type lifestyle. Every evening the 3 would sit at SRO's with a 'special rum and coke' waiting for Brad courtesy of a smiling Big Jim. A couple of evenings they were joined by Miss Prim and they would all point-out aspects of the slightly different nightly crowds and make everything seem like normal and average behavior to Brad's dimmed mind. Behavior, some of which, Brad's interest was steered towards more and more until it built into budding desire.
"Beer Bust" Mondays always drew a Butch Lesbian crowd with nearly every couple having a feminine boy in tow - forcing him into the role they had cast off. Brothers, husbands, sons and co-workers swished around on command. Brad's hazy mind soon accepted that boys like him should work menial and brainless work under the wise direction of strong women.
"Top Shelf" Tuesdays drew the muscle-bound Masters and Daddies. Often, boys forced into Transvestitism outnumbered those dommed into sissyhood. Brit would have Brad focus on the many televisions that constantly played porn featuring Transvestite Cocksuckers servicing Dominant Masters. Wasn't it normal for boys to suck cocks? Especially girly-boys who could never be real men, like Brad.
"Welcome" Wed. was centered around bringing a new visitor to the bar and often would end up packing the place as each Master, Mistress and Girly-boy would try to entice a first time visitor to check the place out. When asked who he might bring, Brad had considered his best friend Devin and his girlfriend, Liz. Holly thought it a wonderful idea and even had Brad bring them to her house for an early dinner before drinks at the club. Two 'special rum' hours later and Liz strolled into the club with an intense interest in learning how to Feminize her boyfriend, a budding Mistress who Mrs. Gladstone quickly accepted as an apprentice. Devin had walked into SRO's with shame having failed to gain erection for Liz in the past two weeks (in his and her mind) and had been reduced to enthusiastically licking her pussy in hopes of bringing her some-kind of pleasure. He couldn't believe Liz was telling this stranger, Mrs. Gladstone, all about it with him standing right there.
Holly had pointed out to Brad that even his friends were Girly-boys. Brad was programmed to feel extreme confidence to overcome any reservations as long as another Sissy was with him - a Sissy like Brit - Brit, who Brad idolized and admired and would do almost anything for. Only Holly held a higher place of respect in Brad's heart and soul.
Thursday was spent reinforcing Brad's 'fun' feelings and how all 'fun' came from Sissy behaviors. It had been that night Holly had seduced the boy giving him every sign that he would finally get to fuck Holly's sweet pussy that night. Brad had just finished his drink, as he lay naked on Holly's bed waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. His cock was hard and ready for some pussy pounding. When Holly had returned, she was dressed in the sexiest nightie Brad had ever seen, "Let's fuck," he had said patting the bed next to him. Holly's laugh had puzzled him.
"With that?" she had said pointing to Brad's crotch. "You bet with this," he had said forcefully as he reached down to grasp his raging monster. His fist instinctively became just his pointing finger and thumb as he held up his limp and shrunken manhood. After Holly had stopped laughing, she had the drugged boy drift into trance as she gently rolled his knob between her thumb and finger - "Such a pathetic cock," she had explained, "and I had thought you were such a stud when I bought you that drink." She had eventually moved to a sitting position with her wet crotch resting inches from Brad's nose and mouth. The pussy smell had started making his dick return to normal life as his body remembered all the sweet pussy he had fucked in his life. Holly almost felt sorry for the boy. "Oh, you like that," she had encouraged the still drugged boy, "this is what you needed to get that little thing to come to life. Only a true sissy would need another cock to make his own hard, though." The smell of Holly's pussy was replaced by the reality of a think and life-like dildo being slowly moved in and out of his mouth as his tongue worked the underside with vigor. He started to grunt a protest, but Holly quickly ran her hand across his now-throbbing erection settling into a slow pumping motion to match that of Brad's dildo he sucked. "You really like sucking that cock," she continued to tease, "I walk in here ready to have you fuck my pussy and your Sissy Clit looks worthless, even sticking my wet cunt in your face didn't do anything, but one look at my dildo I had pulled out to replace you with and PRESTO, the little thing showed life." Brad was on the edge and Holly held him there, knowing this was the best time to cement suggestions into a boy's head, "Seeing a cock makes you so hard Brad. You find the big manly pieces of meet to beautiful. Sucking that beautiful cock makes you ready to cum Brad. Knowing that a REAL MAN has his prick between you lips gets you so ready Brad." He is arching his back as Holly will not let him go over the edge. She collects a big gob of his pre-cum and brings it near his lips, pulling the dildo until just the head is in his mouth, "but its the TASTE of sperm that makes you cum Brad. A man's cum sailing down you throat or spattering your face is what makes your little sissy clit fire." She rubs the gob on the exposed dildo and slides it in, "The dildo just came Brad, taste the sperm - love the taste!" As Brad's cock began it's eruption, Holly would quickly scoop up the cum and slid it on the dildo as she would pump it's length out of Brad's mouth. "You're such a Sissy," she had whispered as he faded off to blissful sleep.
Weekends found any and all types descend on the place. Meanwhile, Brad's bedtime ritual centered around Pages 1-3 of Holly's website and his fascination with the Sissy on his screensaver. Brad's roommates, Mark and Jeff, wondered where Brad disappeared to every night until Holly had come by on Friday to pick him up. After seeing the hot babe, they thought they knew where Brad was at. Holly and Brad had left that night with hazy eyed roommates sitting on the couch watching a Porno Holly had brought. She had whispered to each before leaving, "The Sissy reminds you of Brad, Brad reminds you of the Sissy - The two Masters are very much like you, you are very much like the Masters." The boys had pumped themselves to numerous orgasms as they watched the two Dominating Masters turn their roommate into a feminine Sissy Cocksucker.
This was in conjunction with Brad becoming more and more comfortable being Sissyish in his own home. Mark and Jeff would find their dishes being washed almost as soon as they were sat in the sink, if Brad didn't arrive to clear finished plates away first.
The next week had been more of the same, except Brad was finding it real hard not to stare at his teammate's cocks in the shower and especially had a hard time keeping his limp. Brad was also sitting by Brit in English everyday. At first it had brought puzzled stares, but then people just got on with things. Brad would find himself completely ignoring the Professor as he took in every Sissy trait Brit had and admired his bravery in life.
Brad had thought Holly was going to give him another try that Thursday. He felt certain he could get his cock hard and fuck her hard in the pussy if she gave him another chance. They had actually gone back to his place, with Brad and Holly retiring to his room followed by his roommate's envious stares. When Holly was in the bathroom, Brad had decided to check his email. He clicked the new link he discovered and Holly heard the tell-tale sound that marked one of her Phases opening. She exited through the other door of the bathroom and strutted into the living room knowingly leaving her overnight bag in Brad's room.
He shook his head as he woke up in his bed, not remembering how he had got there. It was 4 A.M. and Brad listened closely as he heard strange noises in the living room. His pantyhose covered legs made a slight swishing sound as he padded out of his room loving the caress his mid-thigh pink baby=doll nightie performed against his hosed legs. He had walked in thinking his roommates had left the television on again, what he saw was Holly on her hands and knees, Mark's long solid member pumping away at her pussy and Jeff's thick pole crammed in her mouth. From the smell of the room, the sweat on the two MEN, and the cum-soaked appearance of Holly, they had been going for awhile. Brad stared at the incredible Holly as she moaned and squirmed instead of laughed and pointed. His dickie remained soft in his pink panties and sheer nude pantyhose. Holly's back arched and her entire body rocked as she hit an obvious massive orgasm. This set the pumping boys to solid grunts as they pulled their cocks out of the fucked Holly and shot streams of cum all over her back and face. Brad's gaze locked on the spurting pieces of meat - long, hard, manly and erupting cum. He hadn't even noticed his limp dick rise to full mass, when he suddenly felt his body jolt, almost making him sit down as cum quickly filled his panties and soaked through to run down the leg of his pantyhose. His gasp had caught the other's attention.
Jeff and Mark's spent cocks had felt an almost painful twitch as the absorbed their roommate standing there in his pink panties, nude sheer pantyhose, and wispy see-through baby-doll nightie. Cum had ran all the way down to his knees soaking all his Sissy wears. Holly smiled like a well-screwed whore and motioned the scared boy to her. His nylon covered feet padded timidly towards the smelly and sticky crew.
"Oh, Brad, you're roomies have the nicest cocks," she had gushed taking a hold of Brad's hands in her's, "they stay hard and they love being stuck in a girl's pussy - theirs even get bigger when they see a pussy."
"You dick doesn't get big when you see a perfect pussy like Holly's here?" Mark had asked as his cock slowly began breathing again.
"Are you kidding?" Holly had giggled, "his little man shrinks up like a scared turtle going into it's shell."
She rubbed two fingers across her forehead saying, "Brad's little dickie likes something other than a pretty pussy, doesn't it honey?"
Brad was so humiliated and had his head so far towards the ground, he didn't even see the fingers come towards his face, or the HUGE glunk of cum they held, a globby mixture of Mark and Jeff's, old and fresh. Holly had the fingers in his mouth quickly, some of the cum rubbing off on his lips, but most hitting squarely on his taste-buds. He started to turn and gag, but instead felt his knees buckle as her finger exited his mouth leaving Mark's and Jeff's man-juice on his tongue. His prick immediately sprung to life in it's cum laden panties as Brad's legs wouldn't hold him anymore. Holly recognized the arousal point and popped in a couple of suggestions as he knelt there in his cum-soaked dainties a huge load of his roommate's cum slowly sliding down his throat. "Look at their cocks, Sissy," she said watching him quickly look up and then move his head back and forth at both of the now-re-hardened penises his roommates had aimed his way. "Cocks and cum, Brad. Big cocks and delicious cum....."
He swooned sideways onto the floor as he further filled his nylons with more sissy splats. Mark had picked him up and moved him back to his bed. Holly had undressed him, cleaned him up slowly always wanting him to 'lick this' or 'drink that', he remembered the wonderful tastes and smells as he lay exhausted and let her change his clothes into nearly identical items, only with white pantyhose this time.
Holly watched Chord busily ironing her and Clint's undies and clothing as she observed Brad's first entrance into Page 5. Poor Chord struggled to keep all the creases straight. The boy just kept sacrificing more and more of his manliness in order to have Clint's lips wrap around his cock. 4 days ago, he had lost his ability to throw like a 'boy' and had quit the football team the next day as all the boys laughed at his little girl throwing motion that launched the ball an entire 5 feet. The motion of the iron seemed natural though and he actually enjoyed the activity, after which, Clint would want a cum facial.
"Tonight," Holly thought, "he'd loose the manly inclination to take showers, always preferring a warm, bubbly bath with perfumed soaps. Pink razors all around to keep his body hair-free."
When Brad saw the new link on his favorite website a few days later, he had clicked it immediately and soon found himself engrossed in the content. The picture drew his notice first, a Sissy sitting at a desk, his panty-hosed covered legs crossed tightly at the thigh, his strappy high heels arching his calves severely. The tight, mid-thigh length lined mini-skirt slid high up his thighs. A thin white blouse peeked out from under his feminine suit jacket. His nails were expertly manicured and extremely long, the color matching his toes that peeked thru the ends of his sandals. Gaudy gold hoops hung from his ears, touching his neck as he moved his head. The light make-up and boy-cut, though pixy-styled hair clearly showed every office guest that a Sissy-boy was doing the menial work at this company. Brad began reading the script, slowly embedding it in his brain -
"I will always do menial jobs for a living. I'm not smart enough to do anything else. I have always admired Secretaries, Hair-Washers, Manicurists, Waitresses, Receptionists and Tanning Salon Girls. I will do only jobs such as these. I don't need a college degree. I hate college anyway. It is so hard and I always am distracted and can't listen. I will always focus on what the girl's in the class are wearing, the lumps of the boy's crotches, or simply daydream of my Sissy childhood. What the teacher says is not important. Class isn't important. Gaining employment in a menial job meant for a Sissy like me is all that is important."
Holly hears the 'ding' that indicates Brad has moved to Page 6, it draws her attention away from a moaning Clint kneeling under the ironing board sucking an ironing Chord's dick.
Holly had arranged Phase 2 so that all of the Trancing at SRO's during the different nights had prepped the boy to quickly and anxiously accept the Phase 2 training.
A giggle told her that Clint had a new cum face-mask.
"I am a Cocksucker," Brad read aloud as Page 6 flashed up, "Sucking cock is a natural thing for a Sissy like me to do." When Brad's attention focused on the picture below, he had to quickly lower his panties as his little prick began to erupt, Brad expertly catching every drop in his cupped hand like he had every day for the past two weeks. The picture showed a smiling boy looking up, two hard dicks hanging over his beaming face. Gobs and streams of cum covered the boy's face from chin to forehead.
"I like to suck cock, it is so fun and makes me so happy. It is a way I can make my friends happy. Real men love to squirt cum onto Sissies like me and it is so fun to have sperm squirted on you. I will start sucking my friend's cocks and I will find pleasure as they show how I pleased them by covering me with cum."
The tell-tell ding signals Brad's movement to Page 7. A second cum shower Chord had provided Clint had resulted in the boy haven experienced his last shower that morning as he would always bath now, shaving his body smooth as needed. He would also find it impossible for his little clitty he was so embarrassed by in gym impossible to keep from erecting now as he lost the manly trait of not being sexually excited by the sight of a boy's juicy big cock.
She knew Page 7 would take at least 2 hours to absorb on first viewing, so she grabbed the Porn DVD on her bed and headed quickly out the door. Jeff and Mark almost thanked God when they saw her at their door and she hadn't even asked to see Brad. "I just was bored and thought you two may want to do some drinking and watch a movie?" Holly had asked innocently. At first she had simply planned to leave two drugged boys watching another Sissy Domination Porno with suggestions making them want Brad as their own Sissy Cocksucker. But the two boys had already been drinking a little and both had shamelessly tried to push themselves on her before she could get the 'special rum' in their systems. All thru the Porno she aggressively heightened and increased their arousal and desire for Sissy-boys like the one in the movie - Sissy-boys like Brad. She kept the attraction multiplying making it so great that a Sissy-boy willingly taking their cocks was the only thing that would make their penises erect. Anything else resulting in only limp and shriveled noodles.
Page 7 had another picture of his Sissy #44 - with a caption reading, "Why aren't you more like me?" Brad couldn't come up with a good answer. The Page must have been timed, because it automatically moved to the next webpage, and a lispy voice began to say, "You will click each box, and with each click, you will become more like me." Brad clicked the first box and was bombarded with hundreds of pictures of pantyhose boys and nylon covered cocks. One sentence flashed randomly among the pictures, "You Will Always Wear Pantyhose!"
When that ended, Brad clicked the next box, again the screen faded only to then begin to rapidly feel with pantyhose feet in dainty, strappy and incredibly high-heeled sandals the painted toes of the model shining clearly through their nylon wrapping. The sentence, "You will always wear feminine high heels to show off your impeccable manicured and painted toes!"
The last box finally emerged from the barrage of high heeled feet. One click submerged Brad into a picture sea of Beauty Shop Sissies. Boys in pink curlers, bouffant haircuts, at manicure tables, make-up counters and under hair-dryers. "You Will Be a Beauty Shop Sissy!"
Brad woke up the next morning, not really knowing how he had got to bed. He had to stop spending so much time online, he thought as he was about to get ready for class. As he turned from side to side in front of his mirror admiring his pretty white panties that were covered with tiny pink ribbons and lined with frilly lace he decided against class. "I should probably just clean the house instead of going to class," Brad thought as he suddenly dreaded another lecture about Business Statistics. The box sliding to the floor as his door opened startled Brad briefly, but then he was giggling and almost bouncing to see what was inside. Sparkling toe and ankle straps made the powder pink dainty sandals seem elegant even as the 5 inch thin and delicate heels made them impossibly sexy. Under them Brad found 7 individually wrapped packages of 5 denier ultra-sheer pantyhose. 2 pair of white, 2 powder pink, 2 nude and one pair of opaque pink tights. At the bottom was a scoop-necked white leotard with high cut leg holes to show lots of pink-tight covered thigh. Under those was a single lacy pink training bra with a little white heart situated between the breast cups.
He was soon mincing around the kitchen in his heels, panties, pantyhose and bra - happily washing the counters as his Statistics Class passed him by. The ring of the doorbell startled him for a moment, then he quickly grabbed his gross white 'boys' robe off his closet door, and had it tied around him as he opened the door - not even considering the clearly visible heels and panty-hosed calves.
Brit stood there and quickly hugged Brad as he removed the robe and then moved on into the house, "You are looking so girlishly cute darling," flitted out as Brit prissed his pink latexed capri'd ass into the living room. The door opened a little wider and Brad heard the unmistakable sound of Miss Prim's voice bark, "You buffoons had better not scratch my chair!" Mark and Jeff finally got balanced and placed the strange shaped chair in front of the kitchen sink, Miss Prim completely ignoring Brad as she made sure the two twits did it correctly.
"Now, go get the other items," she ordered. Mark and Jeff both froze in their tracks when the finally noticed Brad standing by the door in his Sissy under things. They felt the tiny limp noodles that had greeted them this morning instantly jump to life and expand. "Go!" Miss Prim commanded in a tone that made the boys move even though they never looked away from Brad. "Go sit with Brit," Miss Prim said dismissively, "you're only in the boy's way." She then headed out the door yelling, "Billy, you little faggot, get your little cocksucker Devin inside."
Brit had patted the couch next to him and loved the knee together, leg-out, feet pointed in sitting style Brad used. Brad hadn't seen Devin since "Welcome Wed. over 2 weeks ago and was surprised to see the well ripped and cut lean boy holding hands with, and being lead by, Liz's younger AND HIGHLY GAY brother. The thin and obviously gay boy was clearly in charge of Brad's much larger and stronger friend. Devin looked exactly the same as always except for the tight white baby-doll t-shirt that hugged his ripped pecs and acted as a billboard for the shirt's wording on it's front, "Sissy in Training", the pink lettering could have been a flashing sign the way it stood out. Devin's tone belly showed under between the bottom of the shirt and tops of the tight rear-zipped hot shorts he wore, allowing the pink-heart-shaped glass tip of his belly-button piercing visible. Sheer nude pantyhose lead down his smoothly shaved legs to pink sneakers with white trim. The extremely tight shorts showed only the slightest of lumps at Devin's groin.
Billy flung himself next to Brad and instantly lowered his pants allowing his still-moist cock to spring free - his LARGE moist cock, Brad noticed. "Suck it you noodle-dicked cocksucker," he sneered at Devin who quickly kneeled between Billy's legs and moved his mouth to the thick cock. As he bent forward, Brad saw the tattoo at Devin's lower back, clearly visible above the shorts and below the shirt - 'CockSucker' - it read in stylish red lettering.
Brad was so lost in watching his friend inhale Billy's massive 'real man's' cock, that he had been startled when Brit had said his name. As he turned his head around quickly, something hit him in the eye and something else on his forehead. He ducked away, and then finally focused on what he had hit. Mark and Jeff were standing there with their cocks out, hard and erect. Brit was in the chair on Miss Prim's lap, and both were smiling.
"It's time for you to suck some cock, Sissy," Mark said as he grabbed Brad by the hair and forced him off the couch and onto the floor.
Brad was on his knees, his head bent back as mark maintained his grip on Brad's hair he thumped his 7 inch cock against Brad's forehead as he spoke, "Your going to have cum in and/or on you almost constantly you fucking Pansy."
"Open up," Jeff said as he thumped his cock on Brad's chin in rhythm with Mark's on his forehead. Jeff's dick was 7.5 inches and a little thinner than Mark's fat prick.
Miss Primrose whispered in Brit's ear and this sent the boy prissing quickly towards the 3 roommates. "Step back, Jeff, " Miss Primrose said and Jeff quickly obeyed. Brit smiled at Brad as she uncapped a small bottle and stuck the thin opening into Brad's mouth, the liquid inside quickly going into Brad's mouth and seeming to evaporate. Mark's cock continued it's thumping on Brad's forehead as the 'special rum' started taking effect. "Listen to your masculine and manly roommates, Sweetie," Brit said sweetly to the kneeling Sissy, "everything they tell you is true. The big men know what's best for a Sissy like you."
Brad knew Brit was right. His two roommates had always been smarter than Brad, that's why he just cleaned and let them do all the serious stuff like paying the bills and telling Brad what to cook for dinner.
Jeff's cock was back on Brad's chin and the thumping stopped as Mark moved to let his join it. "You love our cocks, Brad," Jeff said as he slip the head of his closer to Brad's lips, "you live to get our cum to empty on your face or down your throat, every gob making you more of a pathetic and ditzy priss."
Brad suddenly noticed the head of a cock in his mouth. It's head touched the top of Brad's mouth and felt so good. Brad adjusted on his knees for better leverage and the cock moved down his throat. Mark was back over Brad's forehead, sandwiching the Sissy between and under two sets of masculine and hairy thighs and groins. Mark was rubbing pre-cum over the top half of Brad's face as Jeff's cock was now nearly 3/4 of the way down. "You're such a cocksucker," Jeff groaned as Brad began to bob up and down. Jeff grabbed Brad's head and began pumping his hips as he pulled Brad's head towards him. The rhythmic face-fuck soon had Jeff's whole cock in Brad's throat.
"Oh, you were made for this," Mark stated as he would jack-off and then slap his dick against Brad's face a few times, leaving light red whelps on the Sissies cheeks and forehead, "You never see a boy that you don't imagine pulling his pants down and sucking the cum from his cock. Jeff's cock pounding your throat right now probably has your little Sissy Clit nice and hard, doesn't it?"
Brad was slightly aware of his hard little piece of inadequacy. "Fucking awesome!" Jeff grunted as he began pumping harder and faster, "Our cum is like a blessing to you, when you feel our semen in or on your body, your sissy clit will shoot it's boy-juice out - you will lose even more boy-traits every time this happens. Brit will tell you what is missing when she sees you."
"I'm going to CUM!" Jeff yelled as he pulled Brad's mouth tight against his pubes, his entire shaft buried down Brad's throat. When jets of cum squirted from each side of Brad's mouth due to the massive load, Mark had found the Sissy Site to erotic. His ex-jock roommate Brad kneeling in heels, pantyhose, panties and bra - cum flowing out of his mouth and down his chin as more gobs were swallowed down his throat.
Brad shook as the cum kept sliding down to his belly and all gathered watched the Sissy fill his panties and pantyhose with his Sissy-eruption.
"Brad, look," Mark had managed to make the Sissy turn his way, "time for a facial."
Mark's cock let go like a fire hose as streams of cum shot all over Brad's face, Mark even swung it a little making the streams of juice spray Brad from ear to ear and crown to neckline.
Madam Prim again whispered in Brit's ear causing the Sissy to gasp, "Oh, my - look Mistress Prim - is no longer independent in any way!"
Brad felt any independence he had inside dribble to the floor from his still leaking Sissy Clit. He was totally dependant on his two manly roommates for guidance and protection. His Mistresses would find him menial supervised jobs as they saw fit. All Brad had to do was listen and suck cock!
"What are you smiling about you cum-soaked little ditz?" Mark asked as the clueless Sissy sat there on his pantyhosed haunches looking up with a big cum-smeared grin.
He was answered with a fit of giggles as Brad bounced slightly on his knees with excitement, "Your cocks are fun!" Brad almost lisped due to all the cum still coating his tongue and mouth.
"He's a fucking ditzy Sissy, Jeff," Mark said smiling.
"Just think what kind of Bimbo he will be after I fill his Sissy-ass with a load of cum," Jeff says coldly as he grabs the grinning Sissy's shoulders and spins him around and forward onto all fours. He quickly moves behind him and leans his body over Brad's back so that his lips are right next to Brad's ear, "A cock in your ass will make you feel like a fucking orgasming Princess in heat," he said as he slowly whipped his opposite hand around Brad's face, bit by bit moving the cum from his face and neck to the ass of the Pansy to lube his Sissy-hole. "You will moan and squeal and beg for more as you feel a man's dick fucking you like the Sissy you are. The pure joy of being a man's submissive, weak and dependant Sissy-toy will push all unnecessary thoughts from your ditzy little mind. You will only think about how to please me and Mark, how to always look pretty and sexy, your Sissy house-duties and being a cock-teasing Sissy at whatever menial jobs you get to earn your make-up and tampon money. The rest of your tiny Sissy brain will be filled with giggles and cravings for cock and cum."
Brad had started giggling but soon found the giggles turning into girlish squeals as he felt the intense pleasure of his ass being filled with a cock. The squeals became pleadings for more as Jeff started slamming his dick in and out of Brad's tight ass.
"OOOOOHHHHHH, Jeff - Master - Fuck me harder! Please, I need your long cock!"
"Shut-up and suck you Bimbo Bitch," Mark commanded as he shoved his thick cock between Brad's begging lips.
The two roommates timed their thrusts so that Mark slammed Brad's throat at the same time Jeff rammed deep into his ass.
Brad barely retained the thought of how to breath as he felt hot semen fill his ass, Mark let one gob fly down Brad's throat before pulling out and spraying the rest point blank into the Sissy's face. Brad's little peenie let loose a huge load for his little balls and the orgasm kept coming as Jeff's cock continued to slide around in his cum soaked ass. Each little orgasm pushing thoughts, memories and concerns out of Brad's mind.
Jeff finally pulls out breathing heavily as Mark leans back against the coach. They hear Brad giggling to himself as he begins shaking his still upturned rear.
"What's funny now, Bimbo?" Mark sighed.
"The cum running out of my ass is tickling my thighs," the Sissy says smiling through the mess of cum he's covered with at his kneeling Master. Miss Prim speaks clearly as she observes, "Oh, dear, Brad's little penis can't get hard anymore....look at the limp little tool still oozing sissy-juice."
Mark flips Brad on his back and the whole room is amused by the pinkie sized limp 'clitty' between Brad's legs. Even Devin is happy to see there is actually a penis in the world more worthless than his.
Brad gets cleaned up while Miss Prim begins work on poor Devin. An hour later, Brad emerges from his bedroom in his panties, hose, heels and bra. He sees Devin, now with tightly rolled pink curlers with strands of platinum blond hair wrapped around them covering every inch of the boy's head. A transparent pink scarf is tied under his chin tightly to hold the curlers in place for the rest of the day.
Mark and Jeff are careful not to mess Brad's curlers that night, so they each take a turn pounding the Sissy's ass, the sight of the pink curlers of varying sizes wrapped in Brad's neon red dyed hair adding to their orgasm. Brad had then turned back his Master's beds and prissed around the house tidying up, a steady stream of cum spreading and crusting in his nude sheer pantyhose. Until he went to bed, setting his alarm 2 hours earlier than Miss Prim's arrival time to pick him up for his very first Secretarial job.
Holly couldn't help but laugh at the confused Sissy before her. Miss Prim had delivered Brad to her this morning to serve as Holly's office girl, a lowly position of sharpening pencils, running (prancing) for coffee, stapling papers, and carrying gossip from department to department. The fiery red bouffant hair-do had caused great gales of laughter from all the Secretaries Brad would basically be a servant to. Only the 'girls' in the typing pool restrained their laughter - all 8 had been boys before accepting 'copy boy' jobs here. Now, all 8 sat in matching pink skirt-suites, feminine hair styles and dainty typing strokes - they were allowed to 'pass' and escape the humiliation of being obvious Sissies, unless they screwed up, then they may end up like poor Brad.
Holly laughed as she watched the ditz try to collect the 50 or so pencils she had just dropped all over the floor right in front of the typing section. Brad had finally began carefully bending at his waist while slightly bending his knees - balancing dangerously on his thin high heels. His lined skirt slid high up his panty-hosed ass revealing just a peek of his lacy pink panties. When he would get a few, he would priss over to put them in their box on a desk, the tight thin blouse clearly showing his pink training bra over his boyishly flat chest.
A growing number of her salesmen had started to gather to watch the show. They had started out laughing, but most began to nervously chuckle as they felt a fear of cumming at the sight of Brad's pantyhose and skirt covered ass on his dainty high heels. She knew none of the cocky-appearing salesman could get hard anymore and could see one or two realize, to late, that their limp little dicks were shooting their cum loads into their panties as they stood watching the pathetic Brad. The others made it back to their cubicles, but she was sure they would all empty cum spurts into their pretties. Miss Gladstone had trained her salesmen well, none of them had any sensation in their dicks any longer, but all could get 'mentally' aroused on a sub-conscience level without even knowing it and their limp and numb dicks would be triggered by this subconscious mental arousal into an eruption of cum with only 1 or 2 seconds notice to the man.
She turned to her typing pool and noticed typist 7 and 8 absent. The little 'Sissy-luv' light above the door at the rear of the section was flashing indicated that Darin #8, probably had Eric #7, bent over the desk in the room, pink skirt flipped up, panties and pantyhose at Eric's knees and was pounding his ass full of Sissy dick. The four typist in the section that were sons or nephews of Mistresses got to be dominant fuckers of the 4 who had just happened in hoping to earn some summer money before returning to college.
Brad had finally rounded up all the pencils and now stood looking around a little frantic, "Take them down to the RECEPTIONIST!" Holly shouted, knowing the ditz had forgotten what she was doing with the pencils before she had dropped them.
A quick look into the company funded daycare showed, Brock, doing a good job of keeping the kids entertained. Summertime had kids from ages 5 thru 16 in the daycare. Brock had been very surprised and had felt so lucky to have wondered into the wrong bar, SRO's, last night and then meet Holly who had offered the job-less Oklahoma University freshman going on sophomore a job.
He had started that morning and shown the expected surprise at how many girls there were compared to boys, but Holly explained that most of the parents felt their boys could care for themselves and so didn't enroll them. In reality, all had been boys when they first enrolled - and you could almost draw a timeline at who enrolled first down to Brock, who didn't realize he was the latest enrollee. The soft music in the room was a continuous feed of re-programming subliminals and each TV constantly held at least 2 students captive apiece added to the conditioning - sending each boy down his own road to his mind's picture of what being a Sissy-boy is. The differences in what 'Sissy' meant to different boys was amazing to Holly.
Thirteen year old Shawn had been the first enrollee as an 'after-school' care while his mother managed the accounting department. Everyday he would spend his first hour doing his schoolwork as the music played, then he would pick a movie to watch til time to go. He had complained about the selection at first, since the whole library was either Disney movies featuring girl characters or 'Chick Flicks'. That first day he had finally popped in 'Swan Lake' just to see some hottie girls in tight clothes, maybe sneak a jack off since he was alone. The tape had bound him to the story and he found himself tearing up during sad parts, smiling during good ones, and standing up to clap with the ending. His 'mind's eye' of what a Sissy was now found itself clothed in pink tights, leotards and ballet shoes - pre-pubescent breasts that would show slightly under his leotard were very important to Shawn now. His soccer-team friends had quickly dropped him as he progressed and began unconsciously rubbing against them or stroking their arms lightly as he spoke to them. His soccer-skills skydived as his once fleet run transformed into a flailing sissy travesty. So, he had dropped soccer and joined a ballet troop. He had continued to unknowingly flirt with his old friends, after all, Sissies - in his mind - were always girlie faggots. Her friend, Kyle, had finally succumbed and soon Shawn was the cocksucking sissy-girlfriend of the ever-horny Kyle. Kyle had even come to summer enrollment 3 months ago - and now sat next to Shawn on the loveseat - doing her nails as they chatted about the dark bikini tans they had got last weekend and how Jonah and Ricky had began to let the Sissies suck their cocks when they could get alone.
Shawn was far more progressed than Kyle, looking every bit the slightly flat, but budding 14 year old girl with beautiful hair and even a golden sissy-tan. He often wore nothing but his 'swan lake' dance tights and leotard and was becoming a very graceful little swanette. Kyle looked more like a budding drag-queen. His concept of a Sissy obviously had meant 'big hair wig' and thick soled stiletto heels.
The differences, as she had said, were shocking. Eight year old Simon wore little sailor suits and Lord Flauntaroy short sets always accessorized with a wide-brimmed hat with a huge bowed ribbon and either lacy ankle sock or knee high bobbie socks with his slightly heeled patent Mary Janes. Sixteen year old Gerald had only been enrolled a month, originally as an 'aide', but his image was already emerging as he and the further advanced 14 year old Randy, constantly watch 'Bring it On' and then practice the Cheerleading moves for hours. Randy had several cheerleader-style skirts and sweaters he wore more and more as he approached his 4th month. Gerald mainly wore the extremely short butt-hugging practice shorts the cheerleaders wore and tight- school logo'd t-shirts. Both boys had school colored 'girl' sneakers with school color laces.
Five year old Ralphie was the most timid little Sissy Holly had ever seen, never letting go of his favorite dollie. He would wet his panties at the slightest fright and cry at the slightest notion he was being threatened. Only his kitten cartoons calmed him down. The poor boy would grow up a complete weakling. His 11 year old brother was a different story as his Sissy image definitely went towards being a 'Little Princess' and
existed in a world of party dresses and petticoats.
Ben, who had just turned 16, had simply become a complete pansy faggot, marked publicly by his limp wrists, swishing walk, lisping talk and tight androgynous clothing. He was a shameless flirt and had become a favorite of the perverted 'daddie' gay men around town. His twin brother, Jamie, however had become the perfect June Cleaver homemaker. Mommy's perfect little helper always immaculate in his 50's styled mid-calf skirts of pink with white polka dots. His hair in a constant state of bouffant treatment and set nightly in tight-pink curlers. The shy and subservient nature so opposite that of his slut faggot brother.
It was towards the end of the day and Brock had been there for nearly 8 hours at the mercy of the music. About this time, Melinda, the beautiful daughter of Holly's very butch loading dock manager, Heidi, stopped by to pick up her 15 year old brother, Jay, who she had convinced her mother to enroll just a couple of weeks ago. She had spent months enforcing her ideas and concepts of what a Sissy-boy was onto her brother - only telling him stories about boyfriends she thought were sissies or traits sissies had. It, apparently, had shaped his minds-eye very well as. Jay holds his school-books to his chest wrapped in both arms and walks mincingly to his sister - his short plaid school-girl uniform one that Melinda had worn herself. The thin blouse showed the pink training bra beneath and hairless thighs showed between the skirt's hem and the tops of the knee-high socks.
Brock had not stopped staring Melinda down. Melinda has Jay wait as she strolled over to a speechless Brock. "You're new here," Melinda states flatly, "just another Sissy-boy in day care. What do you think a Sissy-boy is?" She asks straight out.
"I...I....well," Brock stutters, "an effeminate boy, I guess," he finally gets out.
"No, wrong, you idiot," she admonishes cruelly, "a Sissy boy is a cockersucking boy who loves to suck the thick cock of some dominant Master. The Sissy sucks up all the cum his Master's thick dick can pump, each stomach full seeming to shrink the Sissy's dick to smaller and smaller proportions even as his chest sprouts the tiniest of pre-teen training bra-titties. Soon, the Master begins fucking the Sissy's ass, usually at the same time the Sissy's penis has shrunken to a useless pathetic nub. The Sissy always loves this and eventually begs to have her embarrassingly small titties enlarged to proud Sissy size. It's at this point a Master usually gets board with the now-converted boy and sends the she-male out slutting around - looking for another cute young boy to bring back so the Master can start again."
Holly had to love Melinda. "It's always nice to see that W.U.S.S. will be well staffed for as long as it takes," she thinks as she heads back to her office to plan her next conquest.
© 2004 by Jock2basissy. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, and compilation design) may be printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without the express written consent of StorySite and the copyright holder.