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Dedication: To my beloved little sissy sister, Prissy
Prissy and Chrissy
By Christina Shelly
Chapter 1: Revenge
Mrs Noble opened the door and smiled at Mrs Lane, her next
door neighbour of the last six months.
'Everything went as planned, Debbie. Heather is upstairs
with them now, putting the finishing touches, as it were.'
Debra Lane, a tall, plump, but very attractive blonde in
her late forties returned Shirley Noble's smile and stepped
into the hallway. The two women then embraced and kissed, a
long, slow, passionate kiss that signalled their new found
sexual partnership. As they withdrew from this erotic
embrace, Debra released a helpless moan of pleasure.
'God, you're so beautiful, Shirley. I'm so lucky to have
found you. And now everything is finally working out with
the boys, too. All thanks to you and Heather.'
Shirley, a slender, truly beautiful redhead in her early
fifties blushed with a genuine modesty.
'Without your help Debbie, we wouldn't have been able to do
anything with them.'
Debra's lovely smile widened and she took Shirley's hands
in hers, her eyes filled with a deep, almost desperate
love. Shirley then led her new lover into the living room.
'I can't wait to see them,' Debra whispered, her eyes
drinking deep of Shirley's impressive figure.
Despite her fifty odd years, Shirley was a gorgeous
spectacle. Dressed in a tight black sweater, a knee-length
black and white check skirt, black tights and black patent
leather, high heeled court shoes, she resembled a
particularly beautiful school mistress, especially with her
long, thick red hair now bound tightly in a very formal
bun.
'We'll go up there in a minute,' Shirley replied, her own
eyes caressing the gorgeous form of Debra, who was today
clad in a simmering, semi-transparent white silk blouse
that beautifully revealed the lace trimmed cups of her silk
bra and the two large, soft breasts they contained, a
surprisingly short black skirt which displayed her long,
very shapely, black nylon sheathed legs to perfection, and
a pair of stiletto heeled mules.
As her eyes fastened on Debra's breasts, memories of the
night before came flooding back. The long, torrid night of
passion they had shared before the implementation of the
strange, grand plan the two women, together with Shirley's
daughter, Heather, had been working on for the last 6
weeks.
Shirley then took a freshly opened bottle of chilled white
wine from the coffee table and filled two glasses. She
passed one of the glasses to her lover and then proposed a
toast.
'To Prissy and Chrissy!'
Debra smiled and raised her glass. 'Yes, to our new sissy
sons.'
Shirley laughed and they clinked the glasses together.
'Not sons, now, Debbie.'
'No,' Debbie replied, 'of course not. To our new sissy
daughters!'
As they drank, there was a brief, contemplative silence, a
silence filled with memories, their two very wayward
teenage sons. Patrick, Debra's son, aged 15, and
Christopher, Shirley's son, who would be16 next week. Sons
who had individually been severe handfuls for two single
mothers, but who together had become truly dreadful
monsters, terrible twins of misrule who had plagued their
mothers and the whole neighbour with constant misbehaviour,
who had bullied poor Heather so badly that, even though she
was two years older than Christopher, the unfortunate girl
had suffered a minor breakdown and sought psychiatric
advice, a moment some 6 weeks ago which had truly been the
last straw. The moment that had inspired Shirley to say to
Heather and Debra, 'If only they'd been girls.' Those
fateful words echo down the last six weeks to this merry
toast; words which had inspired a plan to transform their
naughty, aggressive, angry sons into submissive, passive,
even tempered daughters, or rather, deliberately designed
she-males who would act out, on a permanent basis the roles
of such daughters.
For the last six weeks, the three women had been secretly
preparing for the transformation of Patrick and Christopher
into Prissy and Chrissy. With the help of a number of close
friends, a whole sissy wardrobe had been prepared, as well
as a special nursery, which had been kept from the two sons
via the disguise of turning Shirley's cellar into a spare
room and den. Such was Patrick and Christopher's
indifference to the real world around them, they had paid
very little attention to the work being undertaken by a
firm of builders owned by a sympathetic neighbour, whose
own property had recently been damaged by the twisted
actions of the two crazed teenagers. The women had also
arranged for the boys to be removed from their local
school. Christopher was only a few months from finishing
school, whereas
Patrick still had another year to go, but the school
authorities had been more than happy for the two to be
taken into "private tuition" and had also agreed that they
should not be informed of this impending transfer. Then
there were the neighbours, the real victims of the two
teenagers' reign of terror. As well as the builder, there
were the local teenage girls, all of whom had been
terrorised at some point or other by Pat and Chris, and, of
course, the long suffering mothers of these much-abused
girls. All had been informed of the plan and all had
willingly helped where they could. And, later this
afternoon, there would be a very special party to introduce
Prissy and Sissy to the woman folk of the neighbourhood.
'Well then,' Shirley said, her eyes burning with a deep,
triumphant pleasure, 'let's go and meet the girls.'
Shirley led her lover from the living room and up the
stairs to Heather's bedroom. As she climbed the stairs, her
heart pounding with delighted anticipation, Debra found
herself recalling the last twenty-four hours. How the two
boys had been persuaded by Heather to come into the house
to share an elicit bottle of cider, not knowing that the
alcohol was laced with a very powerful sleeping drug that
had quickly left them both unconscious and likely to remain
so for many hours to come. How the three women had then
carefully stripped the two boys naked and put the discarded
clothing in one of the many packing crates that were now
filled with the boys clothing and their other possessions
and which would soon be given to charity. How they had so
painstakingly washed the boys and then used a potent hair
removal cream to rid their surprisingly girlish bodies of
every inch of body hair. How they had covered the boys'
bodies in a positive ocean of powerful feminine perfumes
and then taken them to Heather's bedroom, in order to dress
them in their new sissy costumes.
The dressing had been terribly exciting and also deeply
amusing. But before the lovely sissy clothes, there had
been the more intimate items of feminine control: the
cherry red rubber cock re-strainers that had been carefully
eased over their not particularly impressive cocks and then
locked tightly in place with special metal rings snapped
into place around their testicles; the hot pink rubber butt
plugs that had been slipped between their buttocks with the
aid of large amounts of KY jelly. Then there had been the
special pink rubber panties pulled up over their silky
smooth legs and snapped into place around their slender
waists. And these had been followed by special,
strengthened panty girdles, whose own tough elastane waists
had reached up beyond their babyish navels. These had been
followed by pink nylon tights, rolled with some care and
effort up the legs of the two unconscious youths. And after
the tights, there were the gorgeous white silk panties
covered in row upon row of beautiful French lace. Then
beautiful, leather reinforced pink rubber mini corsets had
been tightly secured around their waists, just above the
panties, and running up to their soon to be rouged (and
eventually pierced) nipples.
And after this mass of sissy underwear, had come the truly
spectacular dresses. Each made from stunning hot pink
satin, with long, puffed arms whose wrists, very high
button up necks and very short hems were ringed with thick
white lace frills. Layers of thick pink frou-frou
petticoating had been sown into each short skirt and
covering the bodice of the dress was a subtle pattern of
pink silk roses.
And, dressed in this mass of sissy attire, they had been
laid out on the bed, side by side, left asleep until
earlier that very morning, when the three women had
returned to the now vaguely stirring boys and helped them
up into two high backed chairs placed before Heather's
elegant dressing table mirror. And here, as the two boys
fought to retain consciousness, their sissy bodies
carefully strapped to the chairs, the women set to work
making up their faces. First, there was a thick white
foundation, which gave them the look of china dolls; then
their eyelids were painted a bright hot pink that matched
exactly the spectacular dresses. Long false eyelashes were
fixed to their half-open eyes and then each gleaming snow
coloured cheek was covered in a precise circle of hot pink
rouge. Their soft lips were painted the same shade of sissy
hot pink and diamond stud, clip on earrings were attached
to each of their ears.
The boys now looked exactly as their mothers had intended:
intricately feminised young males, very girlish boys, two
delicate teenage sissies. This was because there was to be
no pretence regarding their true sex, no clever wigs and
padded bras. Prissy and Sissy were to wear their hair very
short at all times and their slender figures were to remain
blatantly male. Everyone would thus be able to see that
these were two young men undergoing a very severe form of
petticoat punishment.
Satisfied by their skilled handiwork, the women returned
their semi-drugged and still helpless captives to the bed.
Debra, after kissing her new lover on the cheek, had then
left to make arrangements for the party due to be held
later that day.
As soon as she left, Shirley and Heather had set about
restraining their new sissy charges. First, they slipped
very high heeled pink patent leather ankles boots over
their hosed feet and slender silver chain through eyelets
attached to the inner side of each boot, securing the chain
in place with a tiny silver padlock and thus ensuring that
there was only 6 inches of slack between each boot. Then
they slipped intricate, rubber lined, finger-less mittens
made from matching hot pink satin over each of the sissies
hands and tied them in place at each wrist with thick white
ribbons. Then, the belts were produced. Made from thick
pink dyed leather, they were wrapped around each of the
boy's waists and buckled tightly in place. At the front of
each belt were two short lengths of chain attached to two
matching pink leather shackles. These were quickly slipped
around each of the sissies wrists and then tightly buckled
in place. Finally, as the unfortunate youths now very
pretty eyes began to flutter open, the two women took up
what appeared to be a large baby's dummy each. Yet these
were a lot more than dummies. Each was a very large
circular rubber teat fixed to a curved plastic base.
Attached to each side of the base was a long length of
white silk ribbon. The teats were forced into the boy's
mouths and the plastic bases forced against their mouths.
The inside of each plastic base was lined with adhesive
tape which sealed it tightly to the lips. The dummy gags
were then tied tightly in place at the base of each
slender, sissy neck.
Shirley smiled at her beautiful daughter.
'They'll be fully conscious in a few minutes. I'll leave
the rest of the preparations to you. You might also want to
exact some well-earned revenge. The crop is in my room on
the bed. I suggest six cuts each on the thighs when they
start protesting. I'll be back with Debbie just before
lunch.'
And now, as they approached Heather's bedroom door three
hours later, the angry, pained squeals of their sissified
sons announced the success of their kinky plan. As Debra
opened the door, the squeals became louder, much more
desperate, pleas for release from this terrible, bizarre
fate. Yet there would be no release.
Shirley walked into the room and beheld Heather standing by
the two intricately feminised boys. Both were sitting on
the edge of the bed, tears pouring from their wide terror
and anger filled eyes. They looked surprisingly pretty and
dainty, and Debra couldn't help but laugh out loud at just
how much feminisation suited them. Heather had made the
boys' sissy appearance even more delightful by fitting to
each unfortunate a huge, be-frilled, pink satin baby girl's
bonnet, which was tied in place at each painted chin with a
huge baby bow of gorgeous pink silk.
As they saw their mothers, the boys released a series of
even louder and more desperate sissy squeals from behind
the fat dummy gags so effectively filling their mouths.
Their tear-logged eyes pleaded for release from the ultra-
humiliating costumes and they wiggled angrily in their
strange sissy bondage. But instead of words of comfort from
their mothers, they received only mocking laughter and
teasing words. And it was only then that both realised they
were the victims of three angry women out for a very long-
term revenge.
'They look positively divine!' Debra exclaimed, to poor
Patrick's utter horror.
'They struggled quite a bit when they first came round,'
Heather said, taking up a vicious looking ivory handled
riding crop and bringing it down hard on the two boys
thighs in order to quite them. 'But I took your advice and
gave them both a sound thrashing. As neither of them can
walk unassisted in the heels and hobble chain, or use their
hands, well...it soon became clear a form of reluctant
obedience was the best way to avoid more pain.'
Still and sobbing pathetically, Patrick and Christopher
stared angrily down at their sheer hosed and stinging
thighs, too humiliated to gaze up at their conspiring
mothers, too frightened of Heather and her crop to make any
more useless protests.
Heather, dressed in a red silk blouse, a black leather mini
skirt, very sheer black tights and high heels, her own
striking red hair also bound in a tight bun, was quite
radiant, her lovely green eyes enflamed by power and
triumph. Shirley was so happy for her, and so very
satisfied that their plans for the boys had got off to such
a wonderful start.
As Debra minced up to Patrick and, to his renewed outrage,
started fussing with his bonnet and complementing him on
his appearance, Shirley moved closer to Patrick (who
studiously avoided her gaze), but addressed them both.
'You've only got yourselves to blame for this,' she said,
her eyes hard, cold, utterly unforgiving. 'You have made
your sister's life a nightmare, you have humiliated us, you
have terrorised the neighbourhood. It's a miracle the
police haven't been called.
Well, now it's time for your life to become a nightmare,
for you to be humiliated, for us to terrorise you. But not
with violence, not with horrible male aggression. No, we're
going to use more subtle, much more effective methods,
methods you are already experiencing. Methods summed up by
the phrase 'petticoat discipline'. Put simply, from now on
you will live as sissified she-males, boys who will be
dressed and treated like little girls at all times, 24
hours a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year. Boys
permanently feminised and under the strict control of
women. Namely, Mrs Lane, myself and Heather, but also the
other women and girls in the neighbourhood who you have
wronged on so many occasions.'
As Shirley detailed their fate, the boys eyes finally moved
towards her, eyes filled with a new, deeper terror inspired
by the full scale of their sissy future. Yet now there was
no protest, only an increased flow of tears and a desperate
doomed sobbing.
"Today you will be reborn in a realm of pure sissidom,'
Shirley continued. "Patrick will become Prissy and
Christopher will become Chrissy. You will be dummy gagged
most of the time, as none of us has any interest in
anything you might have to say, although your mouths will
be freed at feeding times (when you will receive a baby
bottle filled with vitamin enriched milk and a special
sissy mush), and there may be the odd occasion when your
mouths will be used to give your various mistresses
pleasure. Also, there will be other types of gag you will
need to get used to.
As you can no doubt feel, your male privates have been
sealed up. The glove will prevent full erection and remain
in place at all times, accept when you are allowed to use
your potties first thing in the morning and last thing at
night. You will be allowed no form of sexual release other
than a monthly milking that will be carried out by either
myself or Mrs Lane, although in the longer term we may
permit you to find pleasure in each other, but this will
depend very much on your progress. Also, your bottoms will
be permanently plugged, accept, again, for toilet purposes
at the beginning and end of each day. Over the coming
months, longer, fatter plugs will be inserted, to ensure
you never get too used to that particularly intimate and
humiliating intrusion and that a standard level of
disciplining discomfort is maintained. If required, we will
also use plugs soaked in skin irritants."
The poor victims were now lost in a hopeless, bitter
silence, too stunned even to sob.
'Although you will be permanently sissified, we have no
intention of allowing you to waist time sitting around
looking pretty. From now on, you will earn your sissy
livings acting as our house maids. You will be responsible
for all cleaning, washing, ironing and any other housework
we may decide upon. And this will be for both this house
and Mrs Lane's. We may also decide to rent you out to
neighbours. You will be supervised by Heather for all
domestic duties and a suitable uniform will be provided.
You will also act as our personal maids. Prissy will serve
me and Chrissy will serve Mrs Lane. This will involve
assisting us with bathing, dressing, looking after our
clothing and, now and again, providing oral sexual relief."
The sissies eyes widened in amazement at this last
sentence, and their eyes met via a shared look of utter
degradation and horror.
"Discipline will be strict and constant at all times. The
crop will be the standard means of short-term punishment,
but we have also designed a variety of more long-term
punishments for any more serious misbehaviour. You will be
hobbled, chained and mittened permanently, as we are sure
you are even now planning some form of escape. As you will
also be constantly gagged, especially when in each other's
company, a joint bid is most probably impossible.
In a little while, you will be led down to the nursery,
which is to be your new home. You should note that this is
the last time Mrs Lane, Heather, or I will talk to you both
as young men. From now on, you will be addressed and
treated as sissy she-male slaves and have a status similar
to that of a five year old girl."
Then there was a strange, gloomy silence, a moment of
coming to terms with the true, dreadful reality of their
fate, a moment before Heather waved the crop threateningly
and pulled poor Prissy to his feet. With Shirley and
Debra's help, Chrissy was also helped up. Then, the two
unfortunate sissies were slowly led from the room,
tottering on perilously high heels, taking desperate, tiny
mincing steps because of the hobble chain. And as they
started to realise just how difficult it was to walk, in
the heels and chains, with the belts and the fat plugs
rammed so deep into their tender sissy arses, they began to
get a terrible glimpse of the future; and then sad,
pathetic whimpers of defeat and despair began to leak from
their well gagged, painted mouths and the flow of tears
returned.
It took nearly 15 minutes to get to the doorway that led to
the cellar, a very painful 15 minutes thanks to Heather's
very liberal use of the crop to encourage forward movement.
Then Debra opened the door and flicked on a light, which
revealed the steep steps that led down into the cellar. And
it was another five minutes before the two helpless,
sobbing sissies were able to see the full extent of the
work which had been carried out on the cellar, work which
had transformed it into a vast sissy nursery, the new home
for poor Chrissy and Prissy.
Very powerful white strip lights fitted to the ceiling
revealed a long rectangular room painted bright pink, with
a thick, extra fluffy white carpet. Along one whole wall of
the room were a set of built in wardrobes and drawers. On
the opposite side, a set of shelves was loaded with a vast
array of bizarre, terrifying devices: rubber tubes, rolls
of masking tape, piles of thick, extra large nappies, coils
of rubber cording, baby's bottles, more elaborate dummy
gags, leather collars, more shackles, more cock
restrainers, some lined with tiny pins, large butt plugs
(some thickly ribbed), jars of vaseline and skin irritant,
piles of silver chains; an endless collection of
sissification implements that inspired terrified stares
from the sissies and much cruel laughter from their new
mistresses.
In the centre of the room was a very large, white wooden
cot, an adult sized baby's bed. Yet not just adult sized:
this was a double cot, with a rubber wrapped double
mattress. Both sides of the cot were protected by barred
fencing, which could be lowered to admit the sissies. At
the foot of the mattress were two very fat, white silk
encased pillows and a number of neatly folded white silk
sheets. To the sissies horror, it also soon become apparent
that pink leather shackles had been fitted to the top and
bottom of each side of the mattress and also in the same
positions down its middle.
Beyond the cot were two adult sized high chairs made from a
gleaming cream coloured wood. Beyond the high chairs was a
large, very ornate dressing table with a huge oval mirror,
before which were placed two white leather backed stools.
On the table itself were a vast variety of make up items,
including bottle after bottle of expensive perfume.
The two sissies were led over to the chairs and carefully
placed upon them, so that they were facing their mothers,
who were now standing by long white doors of the huge built
in wardrobe.
"This is your new home, and these are your lovely new
clothes," Debra announced in a deliberately mocking,
infantile manner, pulling back one of the sliding doors to
reveal a long row of spectacular sissy dresses of every
imaginable colour, maybe 30 separate dresses, approximately
15 each.
"One for every day and for every occasion. Plus drawers
packed with lovely tights, knickers, petticoats, panty
girdles, corsets; plus a huge array of baby attire - more
nappies, plastic and rubber panties, socks, woollen
stockings, romper suits - too many to mention. And all
yours, my darlings. Aren't you sooo lucky!"
"And there's loads of lovely, pretty shoes as well, my baby
sweets," Shirley added, imitating Debra's manner exactly as
she pulled open another door to reveal row upon row of
booties, Mary Janes, heeled ankle boots, sandals.
"But we'll save those for later," Debra continued. "You
look just lovely the way you are for now."
Shirley then opened a door near the wardrobe to reveal a
beautiful pink tiled bathroom, complete with a rubber
shower curtain decorated with smiling teddy bears.
Then all three women burst out laughing as poor Chrissy
began to squeal angrily once again into his fat dummy gag,
his head shaking, his tear stained eyes wide with fury and
fear, his bulging cheeks red with anger.
"Oh dear, baby Chrissy is all upset!" Shirley teased.
"Perhaps she needs a little while in the naughty girl's
cupboard."
"Yes, let's put them both in there until the party,"
Heather said, her own eyes full of sadistic glee.
"Yes," Debra said. "That's a good idea. We need at least an
hour to get sorted upstairs."
By this time poor Prissy had also begun to renew his
protests. But they were, of course, quite in vain. Heather
stepped forward and used the crop mercilessly on their
hosed knees. Both sissies squealed with added fury and real
pain, and they were then hauled to their feet by their
grinning mothers, before being led to another wooden door
in a far corner of the room.
Heather quickly opened the door and the sissies found
themselves facing a small, black rubber lined cupboard
space just big enough for a small human being to stand up
in. And when Debra grabbed Prissy and pushed him inside, it
was quite clear they intended it for use by more than one!
Indeed, as soon as poor Prissy was rammed tightly into the
space, forced by his bonds and the confined area to stand
in a painful stooped position, Shirley pushed a squealing
Chrissy in after him, making sure that he was forced face
to face with his sissy sister and that their feminised
bodies were pushed very closely together. Then Shirley
stepped back and laughed loud and hard.
"Dear me, squashed sissies! Well, my pretty babies, you can
stay in there and think about the party that is to be
thrown in your joint sissy honour. In just over an hour,
you're going to be introduced to the women of the
neighbourhood at a special unveiling event. What fun we're
all going to have!"
With Prissy and Chrissy squealing furiously, and poor
Chrissy's pretty pantied bottom wiggling angrily at his
wicked mistresses, Heather and Debra forced the door shut
and locked it. Laughing, the three women then left the
cellar nursery, flicking off the light at the top of the
stairs and locking the thick wooden door that controlled
entry to this strange realm of sissy humiliation.
Inside the cupboard, neither Prissy nor Chrissy were able
to move a muscle. Indeed, as they tried to move, all they
in fact could do was rub up against each other in a deeply
embarrassing because obviously erotic manner. Prissy made
some strange muffled sounds into his gag, clearly trying to
communicate with his fellow sissy prisoner, but it soon
became clear that any form of coherent speech through the
tight, mouth filling dummies would be utterly impossible.
And so they stood squashed together, the tips of their
dummy gags touching, their hobbled ankles entwined, their
mittened and thus quite useless hands pressed against each
other's tightly corseted waists. In utter darkness.
Poor Prissy found that he was pushed so far up against the
rubber wall of the cupboard that his bottom was squashed
tight into it and the plug was forced deeper and deeper
into his backside with each helpless twitch of his
buttocks. Yet what was even more worrying was that he found
this sensation far from unpleasant! Indeed, within a few
minutes, his penis was stiffening in its tight rubber
prison. And soon he had a painful three-quarters erection,
which was prevented from going any further by the subtle
yet cruel re-strainer. Yet even a three quarters erection
was bad enough in the confined space of the cupboard,
because, due to the way they were forced together, Chrissy
soon became very aware of Prissy's helpless tumescence and
let out a squeal of outrage, wiggling desperately but
uselessly to escape this dreadfully intimate embarrassment.
But the more he wiggled, the less he protested and, to
Prissy's, amazement, he soon felt Chrissy's own member
growing and pressing harder through the layers of feminine
attire against his own. Then the squeals stopped
completely, yet the wiggling, the slight, mutual rubbing
together, continued. And soon, rather than muffled despair,
their fat, tight gags were holding back muffled arousal,
strange, girlish moans of pleasure. And even as they
surrendered to this pleasure, both fought to control it, to
reject it, to focus on the bizarre, wicked fate that was
being planned for them in the rooms above their bonneted
heads. Yet reason is always a poor second to desire for any
male, and it wasn't very long before all thought of
resistance had been overcome by mutual pleasure. Just,
perhaps, as their mistresses had planned.
Louise
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