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Sissy Therapy by Kate "Great practice, guys! If we keep working hard, we have a real shot at the conference title," Coach Jones addressed the thirty or so high school boys gathered around him. The boys were sweaty and tired, but the coach's praise momentarily raised their spirits. "Smith nice passing out there. Keep up the good work." Fifteen year old Billy Smith grinned cockily. "Sure, Coach. After all, I am the greatest!" The other boys moaned at Billy's arrogance. Coach Jones dismissed the players, thinking to himself that it was going to be a long season with Billy guiding the team. The next day, the halls of Susan B. Anthony High School teemed with fresh young faces, eagerly anticipating the school year to come. Billy strode confidently down the hall to his next class. This was Billy's second year of high school, and he planned to make the most of his year. After all, Billy had already won the starting quarterback spot, despite his diminuitive size. Of course, Billy conveniently forgot that between graduation and transfers, Billy was literally the only quarterback left. With the arrogance Billy displayed, however, one would think that Billy had beaten out Joe Montana for the job. Billy had very few friends left on the team. But what did he care he got the starter's job didn't he? But Billy wasn't thinking about football at the moment.. He was thinking about Cindy Jackson, a cheerleader and the prettiest girl in school. Despite Billy's best efforts, she had never given him the time of day. In fact, she had always acted downright snotty toward Billy, particularly after she overheard him telling his buddies what a "stuck- up Miss Priss" she was. But there was no denying her beauty long blonde hair, ample hips and bust, piercing blue eyes. Billy couldn't account for her dramatic change in attitude toward him, but he didn't care. He figured that as starting quarterback, he deserved to have the prettiest girl in school as his girlfriend. Yes, Billy was on top of the world. Between classes, Billy saw Cindy at her locker. Anxious to encourage his budding relationship with her, he decided to say hello. As he got closer, Billy noticed that the rest of Cindy's "crowd" was hanging around. Like Cindy, Billy had always considered this collection of girls as bitchy and stuck up, and was generally intimidated by their haughtiness and good looks. Nonetheless, Billy grinned with anticipation as Cindy flashed a coy smile in his direction. Leaning cockily on the locker next to hers, Billy bragged about how many touchdown passes he was going to throw that year and how lucky Cindy was that Billy was "available." Finally the bell rung, and as Billy was getting ready to leave, Cindy did something that stopped him dead in his tracksshe was motioning for him to kiss her!! Smugly, Billy thought that Cindy had finally come to her senses. Billy hesitated only for a second as he shyly closed his eyes and leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Billy expected fireworks, but what happened next was totally unanticipated. "Billy!! Stop it!! Get off of me! What in the world do you think you're doing!!" Cindy flailed at him with her arms. "W-what's the matter?" Billy tried to fend off Cindy's blows, which were coming fast and furious. Finally, Cindy ran down the hall crying, attracting the attention of the assembled students as she ran. Facing the angry glares of Cindy's friends, Billy could only respond quietly, "I thought she wanted me to kiss her." Billy was left muttering to himself as Cindy's companions quickly retreated after her. Billy made his way to his next class as if in a trance. He felt terrible. He was sure that Cindy had wanted him to kiss her. But by her reaction, it was clear that she hadn't. Billy was mortified...and scared. Billy was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't see the messenger hand a note to his annoyed homeroom teacher. "Billy...Billy! Ms. Walker wants to see you in her office immediately." Billy slowly made his way to the door as his classmates whispered furiously. Billy trudged to Nadine Walker's office, his mind racing. Ms. Walker was the school psychologist and counselor. Billy had instinctively disliked the woman. She seemed cold and aloof, and rumor had it that she didn't like boys very much. Finally, he stood at Ms. Walker's closed door. Steeling himself, he knocked on her door. "Come in," came from behind the door. As he entered, he heard Ms. Walker say softly, "Thank you, Cindy. I'll be in touch." Cindy made her way to the door quickly, but not before giving Billy a self- satisfied smirk. Billy was momentarily taken aback. "Sit down, Billy! You're in serious trouble." Billy started to speak, but Ms, Walker silenced him with a wave of her hand. "Shut up and listen. I know exactly what happened... I've talked with all the witnesses: You sexually assaulted Cindy!" Billy couldn't believe his ears! Sexual assault? That was crazy!! "There's no way Ms, Walker!! I just..." "Didn't I tell you to shut up!! If you interrupt me one more time, I'm calling the police and you can talk with them!" Ms. Walker slammed her hand against the desk for emphasis. Billy cowered back in his chair, frightened by Ms. Walker's anger and the mention of the police. Billy's head was spinning. "That's better! Now you better listen up. I have statements from Cindy and the other girls who saw the attack. All of them say that Cindy did nothing to encourage youyou simply forced yourself on her, ignoring her pleas to stop. You boys think that you can do whatever you want, don't you!! Well, it makes me sick to see a sweet young girl like Cindy abused like that." Panic stricken, Billy tried to recall the incident. Thinking about it, he could see that bystanders might easily have misinterpreted the situation if they didn't see Cindy come on to him! Worse, Billy knew that Cindy's friends would back her up completely. Billy's heart raced and he felt sick to his stomach. "I should have called the police by now. With the state's new sentencing guidelines, they'd put you away for years. You'd learn all about sexual assault in jail. I'm sure you'd make lots of friends," she spat. Despite her angry demeanor, Ms. Walker smiled inwardly. She could see the fear in Billy's eyes, and he was staring to cry. "Boys on the threshold of manhood were just right," she thought, "full of false machismo, but all too ready to retreat the safety of childish tears." After letting Billy cry for a while, she continued, "Well, Billy? What about it should I call the police?" "Please Ms. Walker!! Don't call the police!! I'm sorry I didn't mean it! Please!" "Well, Billy, I've been looking over your file and it looks like you've never been in trouble before. I also see that you live alone with your mother and sister, is that right?" "Yes ma'am," Billy sniffled. "My parents are divorced. My Dad works in Europe." Ms. Walker pretended to make some notes in his file. She knew a lot more about Billy. His mother had come in to see her the year before. Ms. Smith had explained that she was at her wit's end, trying to make her son behave. Ms. Smith told her that since the divorce, Billy had made her and her thirteen year-old daughter's life miserable. Not only was his behavior bad, his attitude toward females was particularly disturbing. Billy had apparently adopted his father's political viewpoint that women belonged in the home, and that their only goal in life should be to have babies and please their men. According to Ms. Smith, Billy constantly belittled his sister, telling her that she was nothing but a pathetic girl, inferior to him and all other males. He had often infuriated her to the point of tears. On a personal note, Ms. Smith had complained bitterly that since the divorce, Billy had run off any man with whom she had tried to start a relationship. Sympathetic to Ms. Smith's plight, Ms. Walker had urged her to be patient with her son, all the while thinking about her own plan for correcting Billy's behavior. Over the summer, Ms. Walker had refined her plan; a plan Ms. Walker was about to put in action. Ms. Walker appeared thoughtful. "Listen to me, you little turd. There's only one way for you to avoid incarceration." Ms. Walker paused for effect. "Please Ms. Walker, I'll do anything!!" Ms. Walker continued, malice dripping from her words. "Let me explain. My graduate studies dealt with men who engaged in violence against women. I concluded that it stems from a deep seated envy of females In fact the more macho the male, the stronger the repressed feminine persona. To eradicate this, therapy is necessary to bring the feminine persona to the surface. That's the only thing jerks like you understand. But in your case, I think jail is the answer." "NO!! I mean, please let me try this therapy. Please Ms. Walker!" Ms. Walker appeared to consider Billy's plea. In reality, she had fully expected Billy's reaction. Everything was proceeding exactly as planned. "My how I love to hear a boy beg. All right, Billy. I'll work with you. Therapy it is." "Thank you Ms. Walker," Billy replied eagerly, relief audible in his voice. His tears began to subside. "Not so fast 'tough guy'. You have to do everything I say--and I mean everything. Any screw-ups and you can start packing for jail! Understood?" Ms. Walker glared at her hapless victim. "Yes ma'am! I'll do whatever you say." Billy breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Good! From now on, you'll meet me here in my office every Friday after school for therapy. Report here after your last class. And Billy don't be late." "Sure Ms. Walker...and thanks." A greatly relieved young man fled back to class, leaving a grinning Ms. Walker recounting the day's events. "That was too easy. What a sniveling little brat. All males were like that," she thought bitterly. "So easily manipulated." Cindy, Ms. Walker's young protege, had told her it would be a cinch, but even Ms. Walker had not expected things to be this easy. With a smirk, Ms. Walker started planning for Friday's session... During the rest of the week, Billy thought about his plight. He shuddered at how close he had come to being arrested. He had heard horror stories about prison. His only option was this therapy of Ms. Walker's. He didn't understand exactly what she was talking about, but it didn't make any difference. If he had to go through some goofy therapy to avoid jail, he would do so gladly. After his last class on Friday, an anxious Billy made his way to Ms. Walker's office. Nervously, Billy sat in the chair indicated by Ms. Walker. He had never had any kind of psychotherapy before. Billy wondered idly if Ms. Walker would make him lie down on a couch. "Well Billy, I've got to admit that I'm a little disappointed. I hoped you wouldn't show so I could call the police. Oh well. I guess we better get started. Now, Billy, let me tell you a little more about this therapy I've developed. I've determined through years of research that the most effective way of taming the male pig is to inculcate feminine traits in the patient...to let the patient's true nature emerge." Billy nodded his head to give the appearance that he understood. "I call it...sissy therapy!" Ms. Walker turned with a flourish toward Billy. Billy wore a look of puzzlement and confusion as she continued. "During our little sessions, Billy, we're going to be exploring what it means to be a sissy. I'm also going to be giving you assignments to be completed during the week. The assignments are carefully designed to suppress your male psyche, while allowing your true essenceyour feminine sideto emerge. Understood?" Not wanting to appear stupid, Billy eagerly shook his head yes. In reality, he had no clue what she was talking about. Sissy therapy? He certainly was no sissy! Billy began to get a bad feeling and shifted uneasily in his seat. "You should know that if you fail to carry out any assignment, I will happily turn you in and testify against you. Do I make myself clear?" As she spoke, she took Billy's chin in her hand and roughly forced his eyes to meet hers. "Yes ma'am," Billy responded quickly, shocked at the unexpected physical contact. This woman was nuts! "Good! Now let's begin with your first assignment. Billy. What do sissies wear under their clothes?" Billy shrugged stupidly. Ms. Walker continued impatiently. "Well, sissies want to be as girlish as possible, right?" "I guess so," Billy muttered. How was he supposed to know about sissies? "And what do girls wear?" Billy's mouth turned dry as he responded, "P-panties, I guess." "Very good, Billy! Of course, pretty panties with lots of frilly lace and sweet little bows! So that's what you should wear, right!?" Ms. Walker grinned evilly, anticipating the reaction her words would have. Billy stared at the woman, wide-eyed. "No way, Ms. Walker, if you're suggesting what I think you are, there's no way! I'm not wearing any stupid panties! Forget it! I'm no stinkin' sissy!" "Billy, Billy, Billy. I thought we discussed this. You do everything I say, or I call the police." Ms. Walker picked up the phone and started dialing. Billy leapt from his seat. "No, Ms. Walker! I-I'm sorry! I won't do that again. Please, give me another chance! Please." Pausing, Ms Walker turned to Billy and intoned coldly, "That was your last chance you won't get any more." Looking at the hatred in her eyes, Billy knew she was speaking the truth. Brightening, Ms. Walker started again. "So, Billy. What do little sissies like you wear?" "Pretty panties, Ms. Walker." Billy felt ridiculous just saying the words. He could feel his face redden in embarrassment. "Good! I'm glad we got that cleared up. Now your assignment for the week is to wear frilly panties every day." Ms Walker paused to let the weight of her words descend on Billy. "But not just any panties. I want you to borrow them from your Mommy." Billy gasped. Ms. Walker continued, her amusement evident in her voice. "I think it's important in sissy therapy to allow the patient to develop a closer bond with his mother. In fact, it's essential if the sissy is ever to break the chain of violence. Besides, I bet she has oodles of lovely panties." Ms. Walker saw that Billy was dying to tell her to go to hell, but couldn't. She had him trapped! A huge smile appeared on her face. "And Billy, don't try to take them without her knowingthat's not polite. Trust me, I'll know if you don't ask her. You'll report here before class each morning so that I can check to see that you completed your 'assignment.'" Ms. Walker then let him go, but not before teaching him how to do a rudimentary curtsey and demanding that perform one when entering or leaving her presence. "It's part of your therapy," she explained mockingly. Billy slowly made his way home. He was in complete shock. What had he gotten himself into? Panties?!! He had seen the silly, horrible, lacy underwear his sister and mother wore, always leaving him thankful for his boxers. Having to wear girls' panties was terrible enough, but what was he going to tell his mother? Since the divorce, Billy and his mom hadn't been on the best of terms. She was always taking his sister's side in the almost daily squabbles between them. After his mother had caught him selling pictures of his sister in her underwear to his friends, she had barely spoken to him. His sister! That little bitch! He couldn't let Rachel find out or his life would be over!! Throughout dinner on Sunday night, Billy desperately tried to think of some way out of his predicament. He couldn't tell his mother about what had happened at school or his efforts to avoid prison she'd turn him in herself! At supper, Billy merely toyed with his food, his appetite ruined. Beads of sweat formed on his forhead as he anticipated the inevitable task at hand. After what seemed like an eternity of internal struggle, and seeing no way out, Billy nervously approached his mother after the dinner dishes were cleared away. His mother sat knitting, while Rachel did her homework nearby. "Mom, can I talk to you?" Billy's mouth was so dry, he could hardly get the words out. Beads of nervous sweat appeared on his brow. Ms. Smith had warily observed her son's approach. Over the summer, his behavior had become even more intolerable than usual. His "success" on the football field had only fueled his arrogance. Worse, his approaching puberty made her even more concerned that his current diminuitive size would soon give way and he would soon be physically larger than her and her daughter. She shuddered involuntarily at the thought of a larger, more aggressive Billy. She ruefully thought that he must want some money or to complain about some imagined slight from Rachel. Nothing could have prepared her for the ensuing conversation. "Yes, Billy. What's on your mind?" Ms. Smith sighed and continued with her knitting. "It's something I need to talk to you about in private." Billy glanced in his sister's direction. "Oh, go ahead. Rachel's busy with her homework. She can't hear us anyway. What is this about?" Ms. Smith asked impatiently. "Uhm, I need to ask a favor." Billy's tongue grew thick and his heart pounded as the moment of truth arrived. "I'd like to borrow a pair of your....(cough) panties." Billy leaned in close, whispering the hated word. Ms. Smith dropped her knitting, staring at her son in disbelief.. "You want to borrow a pair of my panties !!" Billy cringed at the volume at which she repeated his request. Sure enough, Rachel appeared in no time, sensing innately that something "good" was about to happen. Billy felt like crying, as his mother started laughing. "I'm sorry, Billy, I must have misunderstood you. I thought you asked to borrow a pair of my panties! Can you imagine? Now what is it you really wanted?" Billy stood, head bowed, as he answered, "Y-you heard right, Mom." Rachel fell to the floor laughing, grabbing at her sides. "This is too good," she cried. Ms. Smith tried to stifle her laughter. "Why on earth would a fifteen year old boy want to borrow his mother's panties. What are you planning to do with them?" she asked suspiciously. Billy reddened even more as he answered, "I was going toyou know wear them." Rachel's renewed laughter caused him to cringe visibly. "What a pansy! I knew all that macho stuff was an act. You're just a little girly-boy who wants to wear his mommy's panties!! This is too perfect!!" Billy reddened and simply hung his head. Ms. Smith was mystified. Why did her jock son want to wear her panties? He was clearly upset about it. Although her first reaction was a resounding "no," she was more than a little curious. Besidesit was the first time in months she had the upper hand with her son. She decided it was payback time. "Well, dearie, this is certainly a change. Rachel, it seems our star quarterback is really a cheerleader at heart. Imagine! Billy a prissy little pantywaist. Let's go see what we can find for the new girl in the family." Ms. Smith roughly led her sniffling son to her well- appointed bedroom. Rachel gaily skipped behind. "Can I help, Mother?" "Of course dear. You can give me your advice. I never selected panties for a sissy before," she giggled derisively. Rachel clapped her hands with glee. "Now Billy, you sit on the bed while Rachel and I find something...appropriate for you. After all, a boy's first panties should be special, don't you agree?" The two females conspiratorially giggled as they bent over Ms. Smith's rather large panty drawer. As he dried his tears, Billy could see them holding up various colored panties, whispering and giggling all the while. Finally, the two turned toward Billy, their eyes gleaming. "Okay Billy. Let's see how these look on you." "What do you mean, Mom?" "Well, we have to see them on you, silly! Lucky for you that we're almost the same size. Go into the bathroom and put these on. Take everything else off so we can get the full effect." She quickly herded the hapless boy into her bathroom and shut the door. Turning to her daughter, Ms. Smith shrugged and burst out laughing. "Come out right now Billy, you've been in there long enough." Billy stared in horror at the full-length mirror and winced. He lookedand felt ridiculous. It was like a horrible nightmare. He couldn't count the number of times he had teased his sister about her girly things. He had sneeered in disgust while his mother and sister prattled on about some "cute" this, or some "adorable" that. Now, he was the one wearing the feminine fluff. Slowly he turned the doorknob and entered the bedroom, eyes downcast. "Oh Mom!! Doesn't Billy look adorable in his panties!!" "He does look sweet, doesn't he. Wearing those panties always made me feel so feminine. I bet you feel the same way, don't you darling?" Billy remained silent as his sister and mother snickered. "Mom, I can't get the full effect with Billy slouched over like that. Billy, put your right hand on your hip, and hold your other hand like this." Rachel adopted a exaggeratedly feminine pose. When Billy merely snarled at her, his mother intervened angrily. "If you want to borrow my things, you do what your sister saysnow!" Billy groaned as he imitated his sister's pose. FLASH! Billy blinked in horror. His sister had a camera!! "Smile pretty, dearie!!" Billy's mother laughed. We all know how much you like taking pictures. Now it's your turn to be the model! Billy was forced to pose like a lingerie ad model as his sister snapped photo after photo of Billy in panties. Worse, Ms. Smith insisted that he wear a big smile. "After all, this was all your idea!" she warned. When Billy had thought he could endure no more, Rachel approached him with her hands behind her back. With a flourish, she produced a full, bloomer style panty, covered with rows of lace. At the waistband was a large satin bow, in pink like the rest of the garment. "Mom got these for a costume party, but we both thought you'd love them." "That's right. Just perfect for your first pair of panties! Enjoy!" "But Mom!" Billy whined. "But Mom, nothing! You asked to borrow my panties, and these are the ones I'm lending you. Stop complaining!" Billy slumped in defeat as his mother continued, "Now do you want to borrow a pretty bra, too?" Billy fled the room with the hated panties in his hand, his mother's and sister's mocking laughter ringing in his ears. Billy knew his relationship with the two would never be the same. As she drifted off to sleep, Ms. Smith smiled as she recalled the evening's surprising turn of events. The sight of her boisterous, formerly "Mr. Macho" son, posing like a pinup in her undies was priceless. Ms. Smith figured it must be some type of prank or something. Billy and his friends were always making childish betshe must have lost the latest one. Nonetheless, Ms. Smith couldn't but think how much fun she and Rachel had had. It certainly was nice to have Billy under their thumbs for a change. Meanwhile, in the next bedroom, Rachel couldn't sleep. She was too excited by the sense of power she felt as her older brother minced around in lacy underthings under her command and that of her mother. She couldn't wait to see the pictures she took! Her asshole brother wasn't so tough tonight. She fell asleep imagining forcing Billy to model his mother's dresses. The occupant in the next bedroom also couldn't sleep, although for a much different reason. Billy was seething. The events at school were bad enough, but he hadn't anticipated the "fun" his mother and sister would have with him. He had never been so humiliated in his life. Worse, he was sure that Ms. Walker had plenty more "sissy therapy" to go. Billy was worried sick by the thought. What would his teammates say if they knew their quarterback was prancing around in pantieshis mother's at that! And Rachel and her camera! He'd get even with her, he thought bitterly. The following day, Billy slowly walked toward Ms. Walker's office, imagining every eye was on him. Although his mother's panties couldn't be seen, the rows of ruffles made the seat of his pants stick out. At breakfast, his mother and sister had insisted on checking to see that he was, in fact, wearing "his" panties, and now Ms. Walker was about to do the same thing. Billy entered Ms. Walker's office and dropped into a nervous curtsey, as Ms. Walker had instructed the Friday before. "How's our sissy today?" she asked, amused by the show of compelled submission. "Did we do our assignment?" As Billy expected, she insisted that he drop his pants. "Why, Billy, darling, they're simply precious! The bow is just you!" she teased. "I must admit, I'm surprized. I thought you'd pick a pair that were a little less...girly." After fluffing up the ruffles and straightening the bow on the waistband, Ms. Walker allowed Billy to pull up his pants. Billy did so quickly, mortified that someone would walk in. As she reclined in her office chair, Ms. Walker had Billy describe the activities of the prior evening. As she laughingly asked Billy questions about the experience, Billy tearfully recounted the evening's events. After receiving a warning that he should continue to wear the panties the rest of the week "or else," he was allowed to curtsey and leave. As Billy made his way out the office door, he met Cindy, who was apparently coming for an appointment with Ms. Walker. "Well, if it isn't loverboy. I understand you're undergoing a little 'therapy,' eh Billy? You know, it must be working. You look different already ...like you've got a pretty little secret!" She knew!! Ms. Walker must have told her. "Great!" Billy thought, "it'll be all over school in no time!!" The rest of the day was a disaster. Try as he might, Billy couldn't concentrate on his work. The ruffled panties tickled him and served as a constant reminder of his predicament. Worse, Billy saw Cindy with her pack of friends during lunch. As Cindy pointed at him, the girls looked at Billy and broke out laughing. "Great," thought Billy. "Just great." At home, things didn't improve much. Billy rushed to his room and put on his own underwear. What a relief!! Even though he was out of the hateful panties, the teasing continued. His bratty sister kept calling him "pantywaist." When he yelled at her to shut up in his usual fashion, Billy's mother had snidely replied that since it was true, he had to learn to live with the name. At dinner, Ms. Smith and Rachel wanted to hear all about his day in panties... "Did they make you feel pretty?" "Did you wish you had a matching bra?" "Did you play with the ruffles and bow in class?" "Did you let any boys see them?" Billy's mother produced the pictures of Billy's "fashion show" that she had developed. Rachel and Ms. Smith argued over which was the most adorable, until Billy grabbed one of the pictures and tore it up in frustration. His mother simply grinned and said, "Don't worry, panty boy. I've got lots more copies stashed away! Maybe we'll distribute copies at the next football practice." Rachel and Ms. Smith guffawed as Billy pleaded with them not to show the pictures to anyone. Finally, supper was over and Billy's mother decided that she and Rachel extracted as much amusement from the situation as possible. "Well Billy, you've had your gay little escapade. Now if you'll kindly return my undies, we can get back to normal around here." Billy wanted nothing more than to comply with his mother's request. He was sick and tired of the teasing he was getting from his sister and his momhe resolved to make them pay. Instead, with his sister looking on in obvious amusement, Billy heard himself ask if he could borrow the panties the rest of the week. Billy's mother looked at him with a sneer. She thought that after what they had put Billy through, no red-blooded boy would ever want to see another pair of panties, much less wear them. "That must have been one hell of a bet," she mused. No matter. She and Rachel would just continue their fun. "Oh dear, I was afraid that once you wore panties you'd never go back!! Of course you can borrow them. I wouldn't dream of depriving my little girl," she mocked, as Rachel giggled. "Of course, every girl must learn how to rinse out her pretties so they'll be nice and fresh!" With that she grabbed Billy and led him to his bathroom, where she instructed him in the fine art of hand-washing lingerie. Chuckling at the look of disgust on her son's face as he had to handle the hated garment, she thought wistfully that it would be nice if she could always control him this easily. "There!" she exclaimed happily as he finished. The next day Billy was sitting in an empty classroom between classes, lost in thought over his current predicament. Preoccupied with the sudden turn his life had taken, Billy didn't see Cindy and her pack of friends approaching. "Well if it isn't our little therapy patient. I must say Billy, it must be working. Your attitude seems ever so much better." Cindy's friends giggled at her joke and gathered around to watch the fun. Billy reddened at the mention of his therapy. "You set me up, you bitch! I didn't assault you and you know it!" Billy spat. "Oh, I know that Billy," Cindy said sweetly. "But do you think the police will take your word over the word of all these eye witnesses?" The girls broke into gales of laughter. "But why?" Billy plead sorrowfully, knowing that she was right. "Why me?" "Billy, darling... did you think you could talk about me behind my back and get away with it? You pig!! I guess we'll see who's a 'Miss Priss' now won't we? Now," Cindy said brightly, "since it's just us girls here, let's have a little fashion show. Let's see what the school's starting quarterback wears under his jeans.." "Cindy, no!" "Now Billy, you don't want me to have a chat with Ms. Walker, do you? Now do it!!" Cindy barked. Billy grimaced in frustration at his predicament. He dared not antagonize Cindy, since she and Ms. Walker held his future in their hands. Billy simply stared at the tops of his shoes. Grinning in triumph, Cindy undid Billy's pants and roughly pulled them down, exposing the hated panties. "Oh my!" Cindy exclaimed in mock amazement. "It looks like our star athlete is a litttle girl at heart!" As her friends dissolved in laughter at the formerly macho-boy in frilly pink panties, Cindy continued, "What darling panties. Wherever did you get them?" she asked sweetly. "What's that? I couldn't hear you. They're your mother's! What a lucky boy you are to have a mother willing to lend you such pretty things," she mocked. "I think most mothers would be shocked if their sons asked to borrow their daintiest undies. Your Mother must realize that you're really more girl than boy!" The teasing continued until the bell rang. Almost in tears, Billy yanked up his jeans and ran to his next class as fast as he could. The rest of the week didn't go much better for Billy. Billy had started changing into his football uniform in a stall in the boys restroom to avoid discovery of his secret. He prayed that Cindy and her friends would keep quiet. Some of the guys teased him about not dressing in the locker room, but Billy nervously tried to play it down. At home, his mother and sister continued to press their newfound advantage. One night, his mother had demanded that he wash the dishes, a job previously done only by the women in the house. His mother had teased, "I know you've always considered dishwashing women's work, but considering your new taste in undies, I think the job's perfect for you, don't you? Now get to it!" Then Rachel had offered him a gaily- wrapped package. "Go on, open it!!" she insisted. Initially excited at receiving a present, Billy tore open the package and extracted a sheer, heavily ruffled, pink bib apron. His shoulder's slumped in defeat as he held it up. As Ms. Smith quickly placed it over the head of the stunned youth and tied the sash roughly behind him in large bow, she explained, "Rachel and I saw this apron and we both thought of you. Isn't that funny? There! Sissy boy is all set. Sissies just love to help in the kitchen, don't they dearie?" Seeing that his mother expected an answer, Billy groaned meekly, "Yes, ma'am." "Now don't be a grump. And remember to use the rubber gloves!! We must protect our dainty hands!!" After the females stopped laughing at their own joke, the two kept up a running commentary about Billy. "Doesn't Billy look darling in his new apron? I knew he'd love it. Judging from his choice in panties, he'd like anything with ribbons and bows." "He does have extremely feminine tastes, doesn't he." "I always knew he was a big sissy." "Yes, it's so nice that he's finally 'out.'" At first, Billy tried to ignore his tormentors, knowing that they were deliberately trying to embarrass him. In no time, however, their barbs had found their mark. When Billy could stand the torment no more, he exclaimed, "Shut up! I'm not a stupid sissy. I'm not and you know it!!" "Whatever you say, Billy. By the way, I think your panties are dry," his mother smirked. Billy knew it was a losing cause. As long as Ms. Walker made him wear those damn panties, there was no way he could get his mother and sister off this "sissy" kick. The following night, Billy's mother and sister approached him after he finished the dishes, the job was apparently his now and he was hanging his mother's panties to dry after washing them. When he saw them, Billy backed away in fear, knowing that the two were up to no good. "Brother dear, we know what a tireing week it's been, admitting the truth about yourself, and expressing it in your most intimate garments." Billy heard his little sister snicker. "Well anyway, Mom and I both thought you'd have sweet dreams in this!" Billy recoiled in horror. It was a floor length pink peignoir set with billowy sleeves and bows everywhere. "What do you think?" "I think you're both crazy!! There's no way I'm wearing that get-up!! It's disgusting. Get it away from me, you twit." Ms. Smith looked at her daughter in mock amazement. "Oh dear! I'm afraid we've made a huge mistake. How could we have been so wrong? We're so sorry, Billy." Billy's mother quickly snatched the wet panties from the shower rod and headed to her room. Not expecting his mother's actions, Billy began to panic. He had to get those panties back. As he ran after her, he yelled, "Uh, wait a minute, Mom! I didn't mean to get upset. It's just... that.." "What?" she demanded testily, wheeling around to face her son, her hands on her hips. "Well, it's just that I'm not a sissy like you and Rachel keep saying. I just wanted to try wearing panties for a couple of days, you know..." "Frankly, I don't know Billy. I think it's time to bring your little cross-dressing experiment to a close." She wheeled around as she continued to her room. "Mom, no! I mean I'll wear the nightgown!!" "Absolutel not! You had your chance! Now leave us alone." "Billy's mind was reeling. If he showed up tomorrow without the panties he'd be toast! "Mom, please!! I'm really sorry. Please let me wear your nightgown. It's really ...pretty!" "I don't know..." Ms. Smith bit her fingernail and appeared pensive. "This set is so frilly and feminine, no real boy would ever wear such a sissy thing. Anyone who would wear this must be a real girl at heart!!" "N-No Mom! It's perfect! Really!! I can't wait to put it on," Billy pleaded as if his life depended on it. Ms. Smith smiled victoriously. Rachel had guessed right. For whatever reason, her son was desperate about wearing her panties to school. He was already doing the dishes in a prissy apron. Now he was going to wear the most feminine garment in her closet. She didn't know how far she could push Billy, but she was certainly going to find out! She and Rachel were enjoying themselves way too much to let an opportunity like this go by particularly after what Billy had put them through. Rachel decided to join in the fun. "Then say it panty-boy. Tell us what a sissy you are!" Rachel and her mother looked at Billy expectantly. "Okay! Okay!! I- I'm a-sissy," Billy announced in a sing-song voice. "Satisfied?!" Billy knew immediately that they weren't as they began to walk away. "Wait," he shouted desperately. "I'm a big sissy! I love to wear frilly panties and things. I've always wanted to wear a pretty nighty to bed!" "Well, if you insist! Rachel, why don't you help your brother into his new nighty and meet me in my bedroom." As Ms. Smith left, Rachel advanced on her brother like a predator approaching wounded prey. "Come on, Sissy dear. Let's make you all pretty." "Oh shut up, Rachel! Just give me the stupid thing and get out of here!" "Tut! Tut! Brother dear. Better watch your mouth before I call Mom back." Billy knew that she had a point and held his tongue. "That's better Sissy. I can't wait to see you in this." As Rachel helped him into the peignoir and matching panties, she continued the assault on his fragile ego: "Well, Mr. Bigshot, don't you look just precious. Look at you! You're just a big soft girly! I can't wait to tell my friends. They won't believe me...especially Jane. She used to think you were cute. Wait until she finds out that you wear nightgowns prettier than hers!" Rachel dissolved in laughter. As Rachel led her sissified brother downstairs, he pleaded with her not to tell anyone. In no time, Billy found himself in his mother's bedroom. "Oh how sweet!!" Ms. Smith exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight. "Your father bought me that as an anniversary present one year. I can't imagine what he was thinking, it's ridiculously prissy. But it looks great on you, Billy!" she laughed. "See for yourself." Billy glumly looked in his mother's full-length mirror and cringed. He looked like some kind of fag, he thought ruefully. The nightgown was even worse than those awful panties of his mother's. It was floor length and both gown and peignoir consisted of layers and layers of sheer material held together by satin bows. Billy had never seen his mother wear it or anything like it! Noting her son's sour look, Ms. Smith warned her son to smile pretty... or else. As Billy planted a fake smile on his face, his sister started with the camera again. More pictures!! As Rachel forced her brother into one feminine pose after another, Ms. Smith appeared with a pair of pink slippers with a slight heel and a large bow on the front. "Here Billy. These go with the set!" Reluctantly, Billy slid his feet into the slippers. Even though the heels were only about an inch high, he had difficulty walking. "Just think!! Your first nightgown and your first heels, all in one night," Billy's mother enthused. "Now let's get a pretty snapshot to send to Bill Sr. I'm sure that he'll be excited to see that someone's enjoying his gift, even if it's his sissy son!!" The two women laughed as Billy begged them not to send the pictures to his father. "Well, let's just see how coooperative you are during the school year," his mother threatened. At school the next day, Billy was met by Cindy and her clique as he emerged from Ms.Walker's office. After laughingly feeling the ruffled seat of his panties under his jeans, she handed him a pink lunch bag. "Here's your lunch, dearie. Don't let me see you eating anything else!" she said mysteriously, as she wheeled and strode away. In the lunchroom, Billy glumly took his place with his football teammates. He was starved, and he guessed (accurately) that his lunch would be less than hearty. "Hey Billy! Nice lunch bag. You know, it's just our luck to have a fag for a quarterback." Billy mumbled an excuse about running out of brown bags at home, all the while cursing Bob Hayward for directing everyone's attention to it. Bob was a large, muscular lineman who had made it clear that he didn't like Billy and that he had no business being the team's quarterback. Billy was truly afraid of the loud-mouthed bully. Bob's barbs continued as Billy extracted a grapefruit half and a diet soft drink. Billy's other teammates, who knew of Billy's struggles to keep weight on his small frame, looked at him quizzically. Billy tried to ignore them in the hopes that they would find a new victim to taunt when he heard a voice that sent chills down his spine. "Hi, Bob. Hi, guys. Ready for the game on Friday?" It was Cindy. Bob flexed his pecs and eyed Cindy lustily. Cindy gave him a sexy smile. "Oh, hi, Billy," she said, pretending to notice him for the first time. Making an obvious visual inventory of Billy's meager lunch, she exclaimed excitedly, "How sweet! You're on the diet, too! All us cheerleaders are on it!" As Billy stared at Cindy blankly, wondering what she was up to. Cindy feigned exasperation as she reaced into her book bag and displayed the cover of "Teen Girl" magazine with a flourish. Billy felt sick as among the girlishly-titled articles he made out, "Wiggle your way into that darling back to school dress on our exclusive grapefruit and soda diet!" Horrified at what his teammates must be thinking, Bill began making hurried denials that fell on deaf ears as his teammates picked up their trays and left the table, glaring inquisitively at Bily as they did so. When they were alone, Cindy smiled derisively at Billy. "Oh, no! I may have given your teamates the wrong impression," she mocked. As Billy seethed in silence, Cindy continued, "This is what you'll be having for lunch and dinner until I say otherwise. Just to make sure, we'll have some surprise weigh-in's to make sure you're not cheating on your diet. After all, you want to be able to "wiggle into" your new school dresses, don't you," she laughed. Billy's face burned in frustration. That evening, Billy's sister had teased him about his new diet. Billy's mother had remarked that she thought it was "adorable" that Billy was concerned about his figure. She even suggested aerobics at the health club with her and the "other girls." Later, Billy stood at the sink in his jeans and t-shirt, trussed in his June Cleaver apron, finishing the evening's dishes. On his head, he now sported a new headband with a large white bow, courtesy of Rachel. Billy knew how ridiculous he must look, and his sister's hilarity confirmed it. Billy bitterly thought to himself that he had never seen his sister so happy. As he was finishing up, Ms. Smith approaced Billy, a wine bottle in her hand and an evil gleam in her eye. Billy got a feeling of dread as she fixed his eyes with hers. "Billy, Buffy Harrington is having a group of girls from the club over and she's out of wine. Be a sweetie and run this over to her." "But Mom! It's still daylight! I can't go outside like this!" Billy gestured wildly at his apron and hair bow. "Of course you can't silly!" Billy's mother soothed. Billy sighed a huge sigh of relief as his mother continued. "Imagine, a boy going out in an apron to a neighbor's house," she chuckled. "Don't be ridiculous." Ms. Smith helped Billy out of his apron and folded it neatly. "You've got to be presentable before you go out in public!" Grinning widely, Rachel entered the room. Billy panicked when he saw that she was carrying an armload of things, obviously intended for him. As Billy tried to run, his mother quickly grabbed his arm and spun him around. Delivering a swat to his bottom, she reminded him that the panties he was wearing could disappear at any time. Once again, the threat worked its magic as Billy slumped in defeat. Rachel could hardly contain her excitement as she prepared her brother for his errand. She knew that their private joke was about to go public. Billy's reign as the neighborhood terror was about to come to an humiliating end. Billy pleaded with his mother as Rachel slipped a pair of pink girl's Keds on his feet. "Please, Mom!! No!! I can't go outside in girl's clothes!! Everyone will see me! How will I be able to explain it? Please! If the guys find out, I'll be dead!! I'll do whatever you say!" Ms. Smith ignored Billy's tearful pleas and merely cackled as she buttoned a fluffy pink wool cardigan over his t-shirt. Billy cringed in horror as he recognized it as one of his mother's. It was covered with appliqued bows and was horribly feminine. As she buttoned the last pearl button under his chin, Ms. Smith stared into her son's fear- filled eyes. "You're darn right you'll do whatever we say." As a final touch she removed Billy's hairbow and replaced it with a girl's straw boater with a ribbon around the crown. "There! You look just perfect! A darling sissy boy out for a neighborhood errand." As Billy continued his desperate protests, Rachel and Ms. Smith pushed him toward the door. After a giggle and a final shove, Billy found himself outside with the wine in his hand. Frantically trying the door, Billy found it locked. As he pounded on the door, he could hear the laughter of his sister and mother. Realizing finally that he had no choice, Billy started toward the end of the block where Ms. Harrington lived. Billy considered ripping off the hateful sweater, hat and shoes, but he could feel the eyes of his mother and sister on him as he walked toward Ms. Harrington's. Billy knew the penalty for failing to play his part in his mother and sister's game would be jail. No, he'd simply have to get this over as fast as possible. As he made his way down the street, Billy imagined the mirthful stares of the neighbors who happened to see him as he walked by. But what was worse was the thought of facing Ms. Harrington in his sissy get-up. Billy and his friends had played some pranks on the pretty, but overbearing divorcee during the summer, and he was not happy to be returning to the scene of the crime. As Billy approached the well- maintained house, he saw the parked cars of Ms. Harrington's guests. This was going to be the worst day of his life, Billy thought bitterly. Despite his fervent wishes to the contrary, Billy soon found himself at the door. Shaking with nervousness, Billy knocked quietly on the door. Before he had finished knocking, the door flung open and he stood face to face with Buffy Harrington. "Billy! Your mother called and said you were on your way over with the wine. She's so thoughtful. But don't just stand there, come in!" Ms. Harrington grabbed Billy's arm and propelled him into the living room where her guests were assembled. Billy found himself in the middle of a group of slightly tipsy country club matrons, out for a "girl's night out" at Buffy's. "Girls!" Ms. Harrington exclaimed. "Look who's here! It's our resident star athlete with the wine. You all remember Billy... he 'egged' everyone's car the last time we got together. And doesn't he look darling. What a cute hat! And that sweet little sweater! Is that your mother's? I've always loved that on her. I never thought I'd see it on you! Turn around and let us see." Billy glumly turned around as the women roared their amusement. As Billy meekly stood with his head bowed, the mocking comments started. "Is this what all the macho football players are wearing this year? I wish I could get my daughter to wear pretty things like Billy's...she's into the grunge look." "Isn't this precious? Imagine ...a boy wearing such a feminine sweater!" "No real boy would ever wear such a dainty thing!" Finally, Ms. Harrington interrupted the reverie. "Billy! That color pink really does something for you...and it gives me an idea. I was just getting some things together for the resale shop, and there's an outfit I know you'll adore. Stay right there!" Ms. Harrington hurried out of the room, leaving him to the giggles and whispers of her friends. Ms. Harrington quickly returned, wearing a huge grin and carrying a bundle of things. "Billy, slip this on and see how it fits." Billy blanched when he saw what Ms. Harrington was referring to. It was a dress, hot pink with large white polka dots! Billy unconsciously backed toward the door, as he muttered, "N-no thanks, Ms. Harrington. I think you've got the wrong idea. I-I don't wear dresses and stuff like that. I just put on this sweater because I was cold and it was the closest thing handy. Really!" Ms. Harrington smirked as another woman blocked his escape. "Right- and I suppose that darling hat and those pretty tennis shoes were 'handy,' too. No, I think we have a sissy boy on our hands. Don't you agree girls?" The women loudly concurred. "Now stop your act this second, girly, and put on this dress. Girls!" To Billy's horror, several of the laughing women held him while Ms. Harrington undid his pants, revealing his panties. "So you're 'all boy,' huh? Only a true sissy would wear these!" In no time the women had Billy stripped to his panties. Billy was horrified and tried to hide himself. This only amused the ladies more. Worse, Billy felt himself becoming aroused. The women quickly noticed and their taunts intensified. "Oh, look!! He really loves this! What a pansy!" As tears began to trickle down his face, Ms. Harrington bore down on him, the dress in her hands. As she pulled it over Billy's head, she kept up a sarcastic commentary: "Now Billy, I just know you're going to love this dress as much as I have. I'm afraid I just don't have the figure for it anymore," she sighed. "But you! With your boyish hips and those pretty shoulders, it will be perfect on you. Now let me tie this halter. There! You look simply adorable. Don't you love the built in petticoat in the skirt? It really adds fullness. But we're not done yet! Here are the accessories. First, a pretty pair of high- heeled pumps. There we go! And these button earrings go perfectly with the bubblegum necklace and bracelet! And last but not least, matching polka dot gloves with a cute bow at the wrist. Done!! You look like the perfect country club sissy, ready for lunch with the girls!!" The room erupted in raucous laughter. For the next hour, Ms. Harrington forced Billy to join in the party. "After all," she mocked, "you 'look the part.'" All of the conversation was directed at Billy. "So Billy darling, what do you think of the fall fashions? I bet you just love the classic sweater sets that are in again... They're so femmy and pretty. Of course, you'll need pearls to wear with them. Since you seem to be so fond of your mother's things, maybe she'll lend you hers!" One overweight woman stuffed into an expensive cocktail dress changed the subject: "Billy, dear, do you have a boyfriend yet?" As the girls snickered, Billy exclaimed, "Of course not! I'm no homo! I like girls!" "Oh, Billy, sweetheart! It's time you woke up and smelled the pansies! What girl is going to go out with a boy who wears his mommy's sweaters and lacy panties? Believe me, girls want a real man, not some kind of sissy! Face it. Your dates are going to be wearing the pants from now on." Buffy grinned as she saw Billy wither under her hateful words. As Billy tried to protest, another socialite started in: "Billy, what do the boys on your football team think about your preference for girl's clothes?" The women smirked at the panicked look on Billy's face at the mention of his teammates. Billy began to plead. "No, please don't tell anyone ! Please, you've got to promise. They'll kill me!" As Billy jumped to his feet, he felt the rustle of his petticoats. "Now, now, Billy. All us girls have little secrets...and we'll keep yours... At least for the time being." Buffy paused and appeared thoughtful. "I tell you what. Do they still introduce the teams before the football games?" As Billy nodded glumly, she continued. "Well, when they introduce the star quarterback, I want you to drop into a little curtsey. Won't that be sweet?" The ladies roared their approval. "I bet you already know how to curtsey, don't you?" she mocked. Billy cringed as the ladies forced him to demonstrtate. After the women gushed their goodbyes, Billy found himself running home in his new dress. Billy's heart was pounding as he closed the door of his house behind him. "Well, look, Rachel! Our little girl has returned! But doesn't she look all grown up in her new dress!" Ms. Smith and her daughter delighted in forcing Bill to recount the evening's events. Billy conveniently left out the part about the curtsey. After the pair memorialized the evening on film, Billy was allowed to don his nighty and go to bed. As he crawled into bed, Ms, Smith hung Billy's new on the front of his closet door. "I'll lend you one of my padded dress hangers until you get your own, dearie!" Friday was to have been one the biggest day's in Billy's life the day of the first home football game of the season. Billy should have been excited, but he was utterly miseable. He knew the team had to win the game to have a shot at the conference title. Although the opposing team was one that they should ordinarily beat, Billy's performance at quarterback had gone decidely downhill. He was nervous and his "therapy" prevented him from concentrating on football. Moreover, his new diet left him without any energy. His practices had been terrible. Even the mid-day pep rally failed to lift his spirits. Despite his efforts to ignore them, Billy couldn't help but notice Cindy's mocking looks as she led the cheers. Immediately after school, Billy made his way to Ms. Walker's office, hoping that the "session" would be short, and he could concentrate on the game. After the obligatory curtsey, he sank sullenly into the chair opposite Ms. Walker's desk. "Well, Billy, this has certainly been an exciting week. Already it's time for a new assignment. Can you believe it?" When Billy made some desultory comment under his breath, Ms. Walker stood up and came around her desk until she was standing directly in front of Billy. "What was that, Billy? Do you have something to say?" Ms. Walker's tone was angry. "No ma'am." "Good. Let's discuss your week, shall we?" "Oh, Ms. Walker, it was just terrible. My mother and sister made fun of me, and they both think that I am some kind of pansy. Now my mom is even making me do the dishes. My sister is always teasing me -- she says I'm a big sissy! It's awful. Please Ms. Walker, don't make me continue this. I'm sorry! Really am I am." Billy's tears and pleas were genuine. "There, there, Billy. There's no need to get upset. The initial stages of therapy are always difficult. You are experiencing life in a new way and challenging old notions of behavior. It's only natural that you are suffering some anxiety and embarrassment. That simply indicates that the therapy is working. I'm glad to hear that your mother and sister are actively assisting in your therapy. My experience is that sissy therapy is much more effective when the entire family is involved. It makes it much more ... special. In fact, in this kind of therapy, family members often have an instinctive knack of knowing what the sissy therapy patient really needs. You should thank them for helping you. Besides your sister's right -- you are a sissy, whether you care to admit it or not!" Billy slumped into his chair even further. Ms. Walker continued maliciously, "For this week's assignment, I want you to go on a little shopping expedition. After seeing how much you enjoyed wearing your mother's panties this week, I think you should go shopping for your own." Ms. Walker noted the look of dismay on Billy's face as she went on, "That's right. I want you to select an entire wardrobe of the laciest, frilliest panties you can find. Something appropriate for someone like you. Be sure to tell the salesperson who they're for. And you might as well throw your old underwear away -- you won't be needing them anymore." Ms. Walker grinned down at the hapless youth. "And Billy," she added, "good luck in the game tonight." The atmosphere was electric at the stadium that night. The notes of the school fight song wafted in the crisp autumn air as the cheerleaders whipped the spectators into a frenzy. After a fevered pep talk by the coach, the moment Billy had been dreading arrrived. Billy knew what he had to do. Buffy Harrington and her friends were in the standshe had heard them calling to him during warm-ups. After school, Billy had even arrived home to find a "good luck" bouquet of pansies from Buffy. He steeled himself. "And, now, ladies and genlemen...starting at quarterback..number fourteen...Billy Smith! The crowd roared as Billy jogged through the column of kicking cheerleaders toward the fifty yard line where his teamamates were assembled. What the cheering crowd couldn't see was the grimace on Billy's face as he turned toward the Home stands and dropped into a curtsey nervous and hurried but a distinctive curtsey nonetheless. Billy heard the roar change to a confused murmur as he huddled with his team. When his angry teammates demanded an explanation, Billy told them it was a joke. As he came off the field, the coach gave him an inquisitive glare. After the kickoff, Billy crouced behind the center to receive the snap. As he did so, the taunting by the other team began. "Hey, look, guys!! It's the fairy quarterback!! Hey, faggot!! You curtsey better than my sister!! Billy heard similar catcalls from the Visitors' stands: "How about another curtsey, girly! You should be a cheerleader, not a quarterback!" Billy even saw the cheerleaders for the other team blowing kisses at him and making limp-wristed gestures at him, to the loud laughter of the crowd. A few plays later, Billy was on the receiving end of a vicious hit. "Go home and play with your dollies, sissy boy! And take the rest of your team of fairies with you!" Billy's teammates glared angrily at Billy, having been implicated in his traiterous, effeminate act. On his way home from the game, Billy felt like crying. His team had lost by forty points, virtually eliminating any possibility of the conference title. Worse, the loss had been Billy's fault. With the taunts and hateful names echoing in his ears, he had thrown no fewer than six interceptions. While the rest of the team played well, it wasn't enough to overcome Billy's turnovers. After the game, the coach had exploded at Billy, railing that in all his years of coaching, he had never seen such a poor performance by a quarterback. The rest of the team had echoed his sentiments. As Billy slumped in the car, his mother and sister relished in the blow to Billy's male ego. "Well, I don't know what the fuss is," his mother said. "It's just a stupid football game. Besides, those big boys were mean to you. Even after your darling curtsey. I must say, that came as a bit of a surprize. I'm afraid the people in the stands think you're a bit of a sissy," she mocked. Rachel chimed in, "Well I think Billy should be a cheerleader, anyway. Whoever heard of a pantywaist quarterback!" Billy was too distressed to even respond to his sister and mother. He just wanted to crawl into a big hole and die. Tears welled in his eyes at the humiliation of it all. The next morning, Billy slowly rolled out of bed. Trying to forget the previous night's disaster, his thoughts turned mournfully to his most recent sissy "assignment." Billy only had a dollar or two in his piggy bank, and he would have to ask his mother for money. The trick was to not let on what the money was for. His sister and mother would never let him live it down if they knew he had bought girl's panties for himself. Billy involuntarily shuddered at the thought. No, he'd have to keep them hidden from his two tormentors. Then he could return his mother's panties, and after a few days, things could get back to normal at home. He'd tell his mom and sister what they could do with their damn nighty! Billy began to feel a little better. Maybe he could even bring his teammates around. Billy's mood began to brighten. That morning, as he was doing the dishes, Billy broached the subject with his mother. "Mom, I need to pick up a few things at to the mall today. May I borrow some money please?" "It depends dear. What are you shopping for?" Billy reddened at the thought of his intended purchase. He stammered and stuttered, finally blurting out, "Just some things." He cringed, hoping his mother had not heard the anxiety in his voice. Ms. Smith raised one eyebrow suspiciously. What was her son up to? She wondered if his intended shopping trip had something to do with his unusual request earlier in the week. Surely he wasn't going to buy girl's things. Not after the way she and Rachel had teased him all week. Not after his embarrasssment at the football game. He was acting awfully nervous, though. Although ordinarily she would never have given him money without knowing exactly what he was going to buy, she decided to play along. "Well, here's some cash. You can also use this store credit card if they have what you're looking for." She handed him an ornately embossed credit card bearing the name "La Femme." Billy vaquely recalled seeing the name on a storefront in the mall, but had never been inside. Cautiously, he inquired, "What kind of things do they have there?" "Oh, they have lots of things I know you'd love," she said mysteriously. Momentarily appeased, Billy stuck the credit card and cash in his back pocket and continued with the dishes. Ms. Smith just smiled to herself, anxious for the day to unfold. Later that morning, Billy rode his bike to the nearby shopping mall. Already trembling with nervousness, he selected a large department store to make his purchase. Billy planned to wander around the men's department, make his way over to the girls department, make the purchase and get out. Billy patted his pocket to assure himself that the money was still there and began to panic. The money! It was gone! He searched all his pockets. He must have lost it on the ride over!! His mother would never give him any more money this weekend. Billy was starting to gasp for breath as his hand found the familiar shape of the credit card. He breathed a momentary sigh of relief. "I hope this place sells girls underwear," Billy thought to himself. Billy started searching for the store whose name matched that on the credit card. When he found it, he immediately wished he hadn't. It was a store for just for girls!! Suddenly, Billy remembered where he had heard the name before. This was where his mother shopped for Rachel when she needed clothes for special occasions. Billy 's knees weakened and he collapsed on a bench near the entrance to the store. Billy watched in dismay as countless mothers and daughters entered the store looking for that perfect party dress or accessory. Billy moaned audibly. How could he have lost the money!! Ultimately, only the memory of Ms. Walker with her hand on the telephone gave Billy the strength to go inside the store. Once inside, Billy was assaulted with the sheer femininity of the exclusive store. Any normal male would have felt instantly uncomfortable, and Billy surely did. Everywhere, girls younger than Billy were busily picking out things to try on under the watchful eyes of their mothers. Billy was so lost in thought that he did not even notice the tall, severely dressed sales person approach him from behind. Doris Gladstone had seen Billy enter the store moments earlier. Forced to work after a nasty divorce, Doris was generally bored to tears helping the rich, spoiled girls who shopped there, resentful that she even had to work at all. She particula