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From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story: A Girl's Place is in the Mall 1/5 TG, femdom, unfin
Date: 11 Dec 1994 15:00:04 -0500
A GIRL'S PLACE IS IN THE MALL
INTRODUCTION
This is the story of Frankie a young man whose lack of initiative led to
the
ultimate lesson! He lives with his aunt Sinthia in Santa Cruz California,
a
town that is quite well to do and which is well developed. Its beaches are
famous as are its many inhabitants with "eclectic" tastes. Frankie is a
little rebellious and possessed of, as yet, hidden desires. Like most
young
people of his age, he is somewhat undirected about his future. While he
has
an arrogant manner about him, he is in reality quite insecure and easily
embarrassed. His aunt Sinthia, lost her husband at an early age and at 35
is
still quite active. Frankie's parents are dead and as a condition of his
inheritance at age 25, some years away, he must live with and be under the
complete supervision of his strong willed Aunt Sinthia. Sinthia is a
stunning woman, in great condition and possessed of a strong sense of
style.
She feels women should always look their best, that they should be dressed
for power and that they were meant to be in control. As you might expect,
she is addicted to leather, fur, and the most outrageous provocative high
heels. Better yet, she wears them with a style and skill that would make
Alexis Carrington envious!
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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 you keep you panti... 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 was 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 cell
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 the bikini thong panty. Soon Aunt Sinthia was racked with
spasms as she orgasmed. Kay was there lapping at her shaved pussy while
my
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
slipons 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
shortie 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
sever
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 uncomfortable 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
me", 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 tonite".
"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 wit 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, "its ok we are just
getting a bunch of goodies for this big sissy boy". Get me some white
stockings and some black stockings about size 8, 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 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, you 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 fanny 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 overwhelmed. "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 John to join us
tonite 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
bast 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 hole 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"
We went back to the shoe shop and found Gina. "Well hello and wow,
what have they done to your figure?" she exclaimed. Kay said, "well we
have finally gotten this sissy boy into shape for the rest of our
shopping this week!" Gina responded, I should say so but you'll need
some different shoes for that outfit. I think you should start her off
in white kid pumps with the little sissy two inch heel for sure". Kay
agreed and Gina went to get a pair. When she came back she had four
boxes with her.
First she pulled out a pair of white kid pumps, with a little gold
filigree at the toe and a two inch heel. I slipped them on and stood up.
Oh they were so much easier than the four inch heels I had earlier been
forced to wear. Gina brought out a gold ankle chain and fastened it
around my left ankle. It glittered brightly in the lights.
"See there is just a hint of naughtiness in the chain. That will
attract the male attention you need to train this sissy into a true
submissive toy", she said to Kay. Then she took out a pair of pristine
white and gold spike heels that were so high they scared me. They had
to be five inches high but the worst part was the very tiny base. I
mean how could any girl stand still in them. Her walk would end up so
provocative and sexy, she would look just like a real tramp.
I was made to try them on but I could barely stand in them. Lastly,
Gina mad me try on a pair of white bare strap sandals equally high and
offering even less support. Then, she brought out a black pair with an
even higher and thinner heel. I tried those on but was almost crippled.
"Too bad, they are going to be yours for tonite", said Kay. Kay said
we would take all three pairs. Gina said, "the white sandals are catch
me come fuck me heels and even worn in bed by the hookers. It really
excites their customers if a woman digs them into their legs while being
screwed!". I had no idea what was coming next! Just then Aunt Sinthia
came in and saw the sandals. "Oh yes they are hot and they say sex!",
she exclaimed. We'll take all four pairs". I could see Kay smiling
when she said that.
Our next stop was a shop that had really hot clothes, but Aunt
Sinthia and Kay were worried that I still had not gotten the large
collection of panties they felt I would need for "school". I could have
cared less. The corset and panty girdle were killing me and the jeans
were so tight I could barely move in them. Thank god the heels were
only two inches. In reality they were a blessing. A sales girl came up
to me and said what can we show you ma'am. Aunt Sinthia said, "tell her
that you need some short denim skirts, some blouses and a white dress
suit. Don't forget I want all your skirts to be at least six inches
above the knee".
I turned to the girl and said "I was looking for some denim skirts-
short and snug for summer wear and some bare tops as well as some
blouses. My aunt says I should wear my skirts shorter than I like so
that why we are here". The sales girl asked my size and I said, "you
better measure me as I have lost some weight". She measured and said "I
have just the things for you" and went to get them. When she returned
she had half a dozen skirts, tops and blouses. Aunt Sinthia said, "go
try each one on and model it for me Francie dear". Once again, I was
starting to blush. I did what I was told and came out with the first
skirt and top. It was really short and my stocking tops showed. "Well
you won't be in garters and stockings all the time dear so those will
do, especially for school. My your ass looks really great doesn't it
Kay", she said.
The sales girl gave me more outfits and I modeled each one. The
blouses were really silky and we took three of them. We ended up with
three skirts and three blouses along with two tank tops all in very
feminine colors. Then we went next door to Marianne's . They hadn't
the right white suit at the other store but here they had a doozer.
Tight, short straight skirt and wide lapel jacket. I was given a silk
teddy to wear underneath and it was a perfect combination. "I think
you'll wear that to cocktails one of these nights on our trip", said
Aunt Sinthia, "We'll take it". The sales girl said, as she was wrapping
everything up, "I don't know how you can be so tightly corsetted ma'am.
I thought girls our age never wore such things". Aunt Sinthia said,
"well I argue with her also, but she insists that she must have a
perfect figure and that she will do anything for that... isn't that true
Francine?" I had no choice but to agree.
Kay said, "I think its time for lunch and I need a stop at the ladies
room. How about you Francie?" I knew what she was up to. "I'm ok right
now I said in my best firm feminine voice. "Ok but don't say we didn't
warn you or give you the opportunity", she said with a wicked grin. She
went off to the ladies room and I cornered Aunt Sinthia. "How much
longer is this going to continue and how much more do we have to
humiliate me." She said, without batting an eyelash, "you've a long way
to go Francine!"
"I told you that Ms. Johnson was very firm in her feelings about your
lack of motivation and direction. For the rest of the summer we are
going to work on your motivation and direction. You are going to have
several alternatives to consider and when the summer is over you'll have
to make a choice. If you haven't made a choice, then we will assume
that you want me to make that choice. It is my intention to show you
what my possibilities may be. What happens to you is really up to you,
every day in fact, so pay attention to my words."
I tried to respond to what she said. "But do I have to continue like
we have so far today? I am miserable in this corset and my fanny feels
so odd. I am so humiliated by the way people are talking about me and
the way they look at me. I'm not sure who thinks I am what? I mean, my
face is obviously a man's face especially without makeup and those women
in the stores made me feel like a total sissy after you told them".
Aunt Sinthia replied, "well you are a sissy boy right now and will be
till I let you be otherwise, but you'll have to beg and plead for more
than this".
Kay returned saying, "oh there's nothing like a good pee when you
really have to". Aunt Sinthia said, "I'm sure Francie will learn that
in time. Let's have lunch why don't we. We went into a restaurant and
were seated in a booth. When the menus came, Kay said, "I'll order for
Francie". The waitress said fine and took out her pad. "Kay said,
"She'll have half a grapefruit, some grapefruit juice and some salad
with vinegar and oil dressing-light on the oil. Oh an water all around
as well as coffee". She ordered a nice juicy hamburger for herself and
so did Aunt Sinthia. I questioned her saying, "Why so little for me and
isn't that much grapefruit a diuretic?". She answered that it was
necessary to make sure my complexion stayed clear. The meal came and I
ate what little there was for me. Aunt Sinthia said, "I want you to
drink all that water and juice dear girl, its important for your body
and especially your skin". I did as I was told and could feel myself
filling up!
We paid for our meal and left headed for the next shop. It turned
out to be Clothes Time and once again I was blushing. They picked out
half a dozen party dresses and some every day "work clothes" as they
called them. I was forced to try each dress on and to model it for them.
Aunt Sinthia selected three dresses and then came the "work clothes".
"I am arranging a summer job for you", said Aunt Sinthia, "so you'll
need some clothes for that. We'll start off today with some skirts and
tops and tomorrow and the next day we'll round out everything. I am
sure glad your trust account is so fat!", she concluded.
We went over to the skirt rack and she selected half a dozen styles,
all short and bare, for me to "try on". I went back into the dressing
room and slipped out of my jeans. Aunt Sinthia handed me the spike
heeled white pumps we had bought from Gina and said, "wear these with
the skirt so I can see the leg and fanny line in proper proportion". I
slipped into the skirt realizing it was a stretch skirt which clung to
my body following every curve. It tucked way under hugging the bottom of
my ass! I slipped on the heels and almost fell over trying to walk.
When I stepped out of the dressing room, I realized how poor the T
shirt top looked. Aunt Sinthia commanded, "stand up straight and push
your hips forward when you walk! That's better...Look Kay", she said,
"it really shows her sexy ass and that bare fanny panty really gives her
a lot of 'rumble seat'. The boys will love it... she'll always have a
full dance card". I was blushing so badly from all this. The sales
girls said, "I don't know how you can wear heels like that, I couldn't.
What kind of work do you do that calls for that look?" Aunt Sinthia
responded, "she's going to be a cocktail waitress at the bowling alley
in Santa Cruz.
"Won't she be on her feet for most of her shifts?, asked the sales
girl. "Yes, but she so much wants to attract men, as clients, and for
that matter other women, that she'll do anything to attract attention.
that's why we are after the really body hugging skirts and sexy tops",
answered Kay. Aunt Sinthia added, "honey we're professional girls and
she does tricks for me at $200 an hour. She gives the best head in the
business.. .don't you Francie", she said as she turned to me. I was
mortified, but because of the whipping I had received earlier, I
replied, "yes".
The girl knew exactly what we needed and she proceeded to bring me
hotter and hotter items to try on. It never seemed to end and the pile
of clothes we were taking didn't end either. Kay said, "you know, we
need some heels in other colors and some more casual clothes. I am also
worried about body hair and the other things on your list. There's also
the problem of tonite and our cocktail dates. We really ought to get on
with things". We finally finished up at Clothes Time and headed for the
car to store our purchases in the trunk.
Then it was back to the mall. My feet hurt from the way those low
white pumps squeezed my foot. I dare not complain I realized, as who
knows what they would do next. "I have to go to the bathroom Aunt
Sinthia", I said. "Sorry dear girl, you had your chance. We can't spare
the time". Our next stop was an earring place. I was told to look at
different styles while Kay and Aunt Sinthia talked to the proprietor.
Kay took my hand and led me to the back room of the shop sitting me down
in a chair that looked like a barber chair. All of a sudden, my wrists
were strapped to the chair by Aunt Sinthia and Kay. The girl who came
in fastened a large belt around my waist holding me tightly in the
chair.
She said to Aunt Sinthia, "you're sure you want triples?". Aunt
Sinthia told her, "positive, but I want the bottom ones to be set up so
different sets of actual earrings can be added to them and I want a loop
firm enough that would take several pairs of much longer heavy ones!"
The girl said ok and took out a bunch of instruments. She cleansed my
ears and proceed to punch holes through each lobe. I squealed at the
sharp pain and a kind of euphoria swept over me as she inserted the
special studs.
"Ma'am, this first stud has a special loop on it that will allow you
to hook as many as four pairs of heavy drop earrings on each side to
create whatever effect you wish. This will give you the ability to send
any message to someone you might wish to. The pain from the insertion
was intense and then subsided. "You won't be able to remove these 14
karat studs, but the rings will be removable. I am afraid these studs
will be with you for life, but that's what your guardian said you
wished", she continued. "These next piercings are 1 carat CZ studs and
they are removable. The last set of piercings are black and they depict
two rings with crosses on them , the feminine sex symbols, intertwined
to show the pairing of two female personalities. They are very popular
with our lesbian customers, if fact they use them as recognition signs.
I am sure you will be hit on by many a pretty lesbian and as well some
really masculine women". She next pierced me for the CZ studs and then
the sex symbol studs.
"You guardian has requested that these also be non removable so I
have made them permanent", she said. I didn't know what to say. I was
in shock. This had all transpired in a matter of 15 minutes. I was
marked for life as a result. "These must be cleansed with alcohol three
times daily for the next few weeks until the holes are healed and of
course that will sting. Your guardian has selected this pair of drop
earrings for today. They were metal, of course, with little wind chime
like parts and I suspected that they made noise when a person moved. She
has also chosen several other pairs. She showed them to me. They all
looked so large and heavy.
She hooked the pair Aunt Sinthia had chosen onto the loops and
released them. Their weight was a surprise. She held a mirror for me to
look at myself. I had to turn my head to see the earrings and the
movement made them tug heavily at my ear lobes. True to my expectation,
they tinkled like wind chimes. Wonderful, I thought, more torture to
endure and of course I new I would be getting lots of attention due to
the tinkling every time I moved my head the slightest bit.
I was released from the chair and told to "Stand up straight and
push your hips forward like I've been telling you!", yelled Aunt
Sinthia. She reached in her purse and took out a leather hand whip.
Savagely, she slashed me across the bottom. I yelped in pain as she did
it. She turned to the girl and said, "you know with these sissy 'boys'
, you have to keep them in line. They think being a woman is so easy...
they have no idea what we go through!
The girl said, "I thought his face looked awfully masculine, but how
did you achieve the figure?". Aunt Sinthia said, "he'll be happy to show
you, won't you Francie. Take off your T shirt and your jeans and show
this young lady how you are figure trained." I whined, "please don't
make me humiliate myself any more, please!". The whip slashed again and
I jumped in pain.
I lifted up the T shirt top exposing my bra and falsies. She began
to snicker and giggle. I started to get a tear in my eye. "Now the
jeans, you little slutty sissy", said Aunt Sinthia. I unzipped the
jeans and let them slide to my ankles. Aunt Sinthia said, "don't you
just love the way she drops her pants on command?". The sales girl
said, "oh I love the corset, but isn't it too loose on him. I mean it
seems to have at least an inch here in back that you take up". Aunt
Sinthia said, "now unzip your ankles and take off the jeans and your
socks. I want her to see your lovely pedicure through the white hose".
Turning back to the sales girl, who was exploring the garters and
saying, "these garters get me all hot. Do you mind if I examine how well
he is 'tucked'?". "Be my guest", said Aunt Sinthia at which point the
girls hand explored my crotch. Her fingers probed, intentionally trying
to excite me. She found the head of my sex and then to my great shock
pinched it violently! I almost bent over double in pain. She said, "I
hate men and I just love to inflict as much embarrassment and pain on
them as it is possible to do". With that she pinched me again even more
viciously. Tears gushed.
Then she reached up under my bra and started on one nipple. She
pinched, squeezed and then her nail dug in painfully. "You know, we can
arrange nipple piercing if you wish", said the girl. My poor member
began to weep and a moist spot appeared on the panty girdle crotch
between my legs. She switched to the other nipple and was even more
aggressive in her treatment of it. Then she began to explore my tuck
once more. "She's wet down here. Did you give her permission to enjoy
herself", she said to Aunt Sinthia.
Aunt Sinthia handed her the crop and said, "those fluffy bare cheeks
are yours to abuse and punish. Show Kay and I how good a job you can do
and maybe we'll have you participate in our parties this week". Kay
smiled as the girl started on my bottom. I couldn't move away as I
still had the jeans around my ankles. I was trapped and got the
whipping of my life. My fanny got so hot that I almost fainted. After
more than twenty strokes to both cheeks, she stopped. There was gleam
in her eye that I had never seen except when Aunt Sinthia and Kay played
sexually. She actually had a line of small sweat beads on her upper lip
and her nostrils were slightly flared. I would hate to belong to her I
thought to myself. I was told to get dressed, which I did. The girl
and Aunt Sinthia exchanged phone numbers and I overhead something about
"night after next we'll play".
When I had myself all together, but still not composed, we left for
the next shop. My fanny hurt so bad that I tried rubbing it to ease the
pain and burning. That only attracted more attention from the men in
the mall. Our next stop was the Hanes hosiery shop. There I was told,
"you are to pick out a a dozen and a half styles and colors of panty
hose, the same for stockings and a dozen or two pairs of their sexiest
panties. We will observe from outside. If we don't like how you
behave, we will intervene. When you are ready to pay for them, I will
come in an pay", said Aunt Sinthia.
I went in and started going through styles and colors. I knew Aunt
Sinthia like patterned hose but I new she also like sheer dark hose.
The sales girl asked, are these for you ma'am. I mumbled "yes, for me".
By the time I was through I had more than 18 different styles and colors
picked out. "How much", I asked. Just then Aunt Sinthia came in and
said, "Frank, do you have mesh and fishnet ones?" The sales girl said
"Frank, are you a man?" I turned beet red as Aunt Sinthia responded.
"Yes this male sissy is just that-a man, but in name only. He's a sissy
boy who loves to parade around in women's clothing... aren't you", she
said turning to me. Once again they had humiliated me beyond belief.
The girl brought out three pairs of fishnet tights and several pairs
of fishnet stockings as well. Aunt Sinthia paid for everything and said
as she left, "I don't know what we are to do with him, he such a slutty
example", smiling mischievously to herself and Kay. Our next stop was a
high class shop that featured Gianni Versace clothes. I begged Aunt
Sinthia "please please don't be so cruel and humiliate me that way. I
beg you", with more tears coming to my eyes. "Well if you really would
try to act more feminine and would ask for some makeup or other help,
perhaps I might not be so cruel. Again Francie, there is no initiative
on your part!".
As we entered the shop a well dressed young sale girl approached.
"May I help you ladies", she asked. Aunt Sinthia said, "we were
interested in the outfit shown in the November Vanity Fair. You know,
the "ultra short suit dress in pin stripes". The girl said she had that
in and wanted to know if we were interested in the entire outfit or just
the dress. "My nephew, oops I mean 'niece' here is interested in the
entire look. 'She' is getting a complete makeover even to the point of
that hair style and thinks the outfit is just what she wants for her
better class johns". The girl smiled knowingly.
"Here it is, along with the fishnet white sockettes and the black
patent spike heels". The outfit had a jacket that was double breasted
in black with white pin stripes. "It comes with a very very mini skirt
and shorts which are equally brief", she said. Aunt Sinthia said, "Go
try it on with the skirt and jacket. Slip the heels on and we'll save
the sockettes for later". I did as I was told and came back out. The
skirt was so short that it fully exposed my stocking tops and showed all
of my garters. She held up the sockettes for me to see. "See dear
Francie, these are really little anklets that are fishnet. However, for
every day wear you won't have the stockings and garters. Instead,
you'll go bare legged and wear these little anklets. The skirt and
shorts are so very short that almost everything will show except what t
is covered by your panties. Since those will be a very high french cut
or thong style, they won't show, but, the boys will love those thigh
tops and cheek bottoms. They will flash as you walk or dance and I know
you'll be dancing!", said Aunt Sinthia.
"She could actually wear it that way, with the stockings and garters,
if she was 'trolling' or 'playing for pay'", said the girl. "All the
undies should however be in black. Actually the really kinky set would
love that look. There are bars here in town where she could really
connect dressed like that". Aunt Sinthia said, "we have the full set of
undies and corset in black and also a set in red and a set in pink."
The girl came back with a similar outfit in pink and I was forced to try
it on. The result was the same but then the girl told us she had the
same styles in red and winter white. Each was brought out and I was
made to model them. While this was going on I told Aunt Sinthia that I
had to go to the bathroom. She told me I had to wait and by the way
"say you have to go potty".
The girl said as she was ringing up the $ 2000 sale, "for a sissy
boy, he's not bad, but he really needs makeup". Oh god I realized, she
also knew. Once again I blushed a deep beet red color because of the
humiliation and embarrassment. "With her figure and the clothes you are
getting for her, I know just the man to eat her alive and she could
probably make a $1000 in one night with him", she said. Once again, Kay
and the girl exchanged addresses, numbers and the name of the man. Kay
said to her, with a terrible grin on her face, "we just love to
embarrass and humiliate our little sissy. He never has any ambition and
motivation, so we'll just keep on doing things that amuse us, no matter
how they humiliate and embarrass 'her' and no matter what 'she' thinks
about it".
The girl also told Aunt Sinthia, "there is a special shop in San
Francisco you ought to visit with your sissy boy. It's called Foxy Lady
Boutique. Its in the Mission District and I know they cater to sissies
and TVs. The owner really does provide a lot of service and they have
all the sizes and paraphernalia to make him over completely". Aunt
Sinthia took time to write that down and ask directions. "Perhaps we'll
go up there later this week. I want to take her dancing at some of the
gay clubs and of course I want to take to some of the Leather bars".
The girl said, "a great idea but be sure and get her a submissive collar
before you go". I could tell from the expression on Aunt Sinthia's face
when the girl said that, I was in for more humiliation and embarrassment .
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 corsetted, stockinged (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 and went in. 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 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, earring, 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 starkers, 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 tonite!
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 tonite 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 to make
sure we don't have aced dropping onto perfect skin. 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
tonite".
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 turned on wildly 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,
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 tonite. 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.
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 incase 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 exaggeratedly 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 tonite 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 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.