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After the Dance: A Sequel to Club Dance By Becky Marie Prologue Last time we checked in with Bob and his wife Karen, they had just won the opportunity to perform their country line dance routine on ClubDance, the TNN country western dance program hosted by Shelly Mangrum. Bob did not perform as you might expect, however. For example, Bob's attire for the program included a nearly transparent white blouse with red fringe and a flippy red skirt. Under those, Bob was wearing a white lace bra with matching panties and sheer, white pantyhose. He was also wearing a darling pair of white satin dance panties monogrammed on the bottom with the name "Missy." You see, Bob had been dominated into skirts and other feminine attire by his wife over a period of several weeks due to his fascination with the dance program where they had recently been a featured act. You see, Bob (a.k.a. Missy) loved the sight of fancy lace panties frequently displayed under the skirts of female dancers on that program. With a love of dance and a to-date uncooperative husband, Karen had taken advantage of Bob/Missy's fetish resulting in his now regular attire, silky lingerie and ultra feminine outfits. During our last story, Bob's predicament had been exposed to his female office staff who planned to take every advantage of the discovery that their chauvinistic boss was forced to wear outfits more feminine than their own. Additionally, Bob/Missy had been taking dance lessons from a professional dance instructor who sidelined as a female dominatrix and assisted many women in the feminization of their husbands, sons and boyfriends through dance lessons. The dance troupe provided Karen with ample opportunity to compare notes with other dominant women on how to humiliate and dominate the males in their lives. Chapter One - Back to Work It had been an incredible weekend. Performing the dance routine on ClubDance was an experience of a lifetime. Doing so dressed as he was, Bob's experience was particularly significant. Bob had to admit that he enjoyed the experience and was aroused by the sissyish attire he was forced to wear. He was glad, however, that it was now over and his life could get back to normal. Karen, on the other hand, had other things in mind for Bob's future - spending lots more time as Missy! On Monday morning, Bob began his regular routine first by removing the pink polish from his nails as well as the mascara residue from around his eyes. As had now become his habit, he shaved his legs and underarms in addition to his face while in the shower. As he stepped from the bathroom to dress for work he received a shock, Karen was laying out his clothes for the day and they included feminine undies. "Wait," Bob insisted. "The dance lessons are over and I have gone through with the TV show appearance. I thought this nonsense would be ended with that and I could get back to normal." "I'm afraid not Missy. I understand how aroused you are by these pretty, frilly items and don't want you to be deprived of a single opportunity to enjoy them. In fact, from now on I will be choosing your outfits as well as the rest of your appearance. I have plenty of evidence that I could share with your friends and family if you choose not to cooperate. I'm sure your macho Daddy would get a real kick out of seeing pictures of you posing in your pretty little lingerie, or seeing the video tape of the ClubDance performance. Besides, I'm sure the women at the office would miss the new 'office girl'." Bob turned crimson with shame. He obviously did not want to be exposed as a sissy to his family or his friends and he could just imagine his father's reaction if he was ever discovered. He knew there was no choice but to cooperate with Karen and wear whatever she chose. As Bob surveyed the outfit Karen had selected for the day, the telephone rang. Karen answered the phone and whispered to Bob that it was his assistant from work, Carol. "Yes Carol, she will be in today," said Karen into the receiver. "Missy is just getting dressed now. Is there something you would like her to do for you?" Bob could not believe his ears, Karen was referring to him with female pronouns and it was obvious that Carol had asked about Missy. Karen finished her conversation with Carol and, after hanging up the phone, told Bob that he was to stop for bagels on the way to the office today. "She's treating me like her assistant, not the other way around." Bob thought to himself. "Come on Missy, let's get you ready for work. I don't want you to get in trouble with Carol for being late." said Karen. Karen handed Bob a delicate pair of yellow full cut nylon panties with a lace waistband. After closer inspection, Bob discovered that they were 'day of the week panties' with 'Monday' embroidered on one hip. He guessed that there were probably six other pairs of similar design and began to understand that this would be a daily event. Following the panties, Karen helped him with a white bra with lace covered cups and tan pantyhose. His clothes were next and consisted of a light blue man-tailored blouse with buttons on the left. Though the blouse was made of cotton, you could still see the faint outline of his bra through the blouse. His pants were coffee colored women's slacks with a flat front and side zipper. There were no pockets in the slacks at all and fit him quite snuggly. When Bob looked in the mirror, he could clearly see the panty-lines under the slacks of the unmistakable full cut panties. Karen handed Bob penny loafers to wear but would not allow him to wear socks. His pantyhose clad ankles were obvious under the pants and became even more noticeable when Karen added his ankle bracelet to his left leg. Now dressed, Karen led the sissy to her vanity where she added a light touch of mascara, sheer lip gloss, pale pink fingernail polish and his small hoop earrings to his pierced ears. Karen did not want Bob to appear too feminine, as she wanted to subject him to the humiliation of being obviously a man in feminine attire. She sprayed him with her favorite perfume, Beautiful, just before she let him leave the room. As Bob was preparing to leave for the office, he discovered that with no pockets in his slacks, he had nowhere to keep his wallet and keys. "I guess you will have to carry a purse," suggested his wife. "Let me pick one out for you." Karen returned with a brown leather purse that would definitely not be mistaken for anything but. She dropped his keys and wallet in the purse and explained that she had added a few other items as well. "I have put an extra pair of panties, a nail file, nail polish and perfume in your purse in case you have to freshen yourself during work today." she explained. "And go out at lunch and buy a woman's wallet and transfer all of your things from your old wallet and toss it in the trash." Karen added. "Macy's at the mall has a terrific selection and they are having a sale!" she exclaimed. "Oh perfect." Bob replied sarcastically. "I may need those things when I use the ladies lounge at work." Bob did not yet realize how accurate his joking may be. As Bob left the house, Karen gave him a peck on the cheek and patted his pantied bottom. "Have a great day Missy!" she called to him as he got into his car. "Say hello to the other girls for me and don't forget the bagels." Chapter Two - At the Office When Bob walked into the office, he was already frazzled due to his experience at the bagel shop. Two teenage girls behind him in line had noticed his panty-lines and the outline of his bra beneath his blouse. Thankfully, he had left his purse in the car, carrying money in his fist since his feminine slacks possessed no pockets. The girls giggled and pointed to the extent that they managed to attract the attention of all the customers in the shop. When it was finally Bob's turn in line, the owner of the shop smiled knowingly and loudly asked, "Can I help you Miss?" in a very syrupy and sarcastic way. Humiliated, Bob placed his order and, after paying, quickly left the shop for the relative safety of his car and drove the short distance to the office. The first person Bob encountered at the office was his assistant, Carol. Upon seeing Bob come into their office area, she rushed to him, giving him a hug, wishing him a good morning. While embracing Bob, Carol snapped the leg opening of his panties while whispering in his ear. She said, "Good morning Missy! What color are your pretty panties today?" Bob meekly replied that his panties were yellow and hoped that nobody else in the area had heard their exchange. Carol, however, was not satisfied with his predicament and proceeded to snap his bra, which made a loud, unmistakable sound. As Bob blushed, Carol commented how pretty Bob's outfit was and told him she could hardly wait to see what other surprises "Missy" had in store for "her" girlfriends at the office. Once in his office, Bob settled into the routine of his duties. Mid-morning, Mother Nature called. He took his key to the executive restroom from his desk drawer and quietly proceeded to take care of business. He was, unfortunately, unable to open the restroom door with his key. In some distress, he returned to his office and asked Carol if the lock had been changed. "No Missy, the lock is the same. You were probably trying to use the wrong restroom. Did you try the ladies?" she asked. "Of course not," Bob replied, "I cannot use the ladies room." "I think you will find that your key works better for the ladies lounge," suggested Carol. "You might also think about taking the purse you carried today as you should really freshen your face." Bob was in too much distress to argue and with little thought returned to his office to retrieve the purse from his desk drawer. As he feared, the key worked perfectly in the lock to the ladies lounge. Once inside, he rushed into a stall. One of the assistants who was familiar to his predicament reminded him that his feet should point in the proper direction. Heeding this advice, Bob lowered his slacks, hose and panties and sat to urinate. Instinctively, he wiped with the tissue and readjusted his clothes. When he exited the stall, he found Carol waiting for him at the mirror. "Let's fix your face," she told Bob. "A girl has to work hard to stay pretty," she continued. Bob showed Carol the contents of his purse and she touched up his lips with the lip gloss put there by Karen. She also supervised as Bob sprayed his neck and wrists with perfume. "It is nice to see that you remembered an extra pair of panties, just in case." pointed out Carol. "You never know when you might get too excited and dampen your panties, or when your period might start unexpectedly. Though I guess you haven't started that program yet." she continued with a look of anticipation. When lunchtime came, Bob tried to quietly slip out of the office. He had to follow his wife's instructions to purchase a new wallet at the mall. As he passed Carol's desk, she hung up the phone and signaled for him to come to her desk. "Where are you headed, Missy." is secretary inquired. "To the mall." was Bob's reply, not wanting to share the embarrassing details of his intended purchase. "Be a sweetie and pick up a couple of things for me while you are out." Carol replied. "My time of the month started this morning and I only had 1 pad. Please stop by the drugstore and pick up some tampons and mini-pads for me. I use Tampax super tampons and Always panty-liners. While you are at it, also pick up a box of Kotex maxi-pads - the ones with the little wings." Bob could only shake his head as he left the office, dreading the embarrassment that was sure to come during his lunch errands. He made a tactical error in deciding to delay the feminine hygiene purchases until after visiting the mall. While it was easy to purchase a women's wallet at the mall, after transferring everything from his old wallet into the new one at the mall he was forced to pull the new feminine wallet out of his purse at the drug store when paying for the tampons and pads. The cashier at the drugstore raised her eyebrows and smiled a knowing smile when he pulled the money from the girly wallet and handed it over. "That time of the month, sugar?" the cashier asked the humiliated sissy. "I just love those new pads with wings on them, don't you?" she continued. The people in line behind Bob laughed hysterically as the blushing girly-boy rushed out of the store. Back at the office, Carol thanked Bob for her items and handed him back the box of maxi-pads. "Go to the restroom and take care of your business," she instructed. "After you finish going pee-pee, put one of these pads in your panties to keep you fresh. Then put a couple in your purse and make sure you change your pad after every trip to the potty. I will make an entry in your electronic calendar to remind you that you have your period for a week every month at this time. I will expect you to make sure you have ample hygiene supplies for each day and that you are wearing a pad during 'your time'. Should I discover that you are not appropriately protected during any of the days of your period, I will add a tampon to your feminine hygiene routine. And I assume you know where they will go..." Humiliated again, Bob retrieved his purse and the box of maxi-pads and followed Carol's instructions. When he opened his calendar later that day he discovered entries for a week each month with a pink bow as the icon next to the entry. Karen was delighted when Bob arrived at home and learned that Carol had so enthusiastically joined in feminizing her sissy husband. Chapter Three - A New Girlfriend Three weeks later, Karen invited Carol and her husband John to dinner. She neglected to inform Bob of the invitation and requested that Carol not mention it to him. On the night of the dinner party, Karen informed Bob that, as she often did on weekends, Missy would be making an appearance that evening. Karen told Bob to shower and shave and laid out his outfit for the evening. After showering, Bob dressed fully as Missy with all the appropriate lingerie, in bright white, and a sheer white organza dress with a short full skirt. Since Karen chose not to include a slip, Bob's pretty undies could be clearly seen beneath the nearly transparent dress. On his legs, he wore sheer white toeless pantyhose so that his pretty, painted toenails were prominent in his pink strappy sandals with three inch heels. He applied makeup, pink 1 inch false fingernails and, using Karen's mousse, brushed his average length hair into a feminine style, including bangs. When Carol and John arrived, Carol told Bob to answer the door. As he had been preparing the dinner table, he wore a white ruffled pinafore over his pretty dress when he opened the door and invited the guests into the foyer. John did not recognize Bob until Carol greeted him. "Hello Bob, you are looking lovely tonight," said Carol. "I guess we should really be calling you Missy tonight though!" John was amazed that this mincing, swishy thing in such a prissy dress could be Karen's husband. When Bob turned around to escort the guests into the living room John and Carol were treated to a clear view of Bob's bright white frillies showing under his dress. John was awestruck and Carol giggled with satisfaction knowing that this little sissy must be absolutely devastated knowing his lingerie was so clearly on display. "Those panties are lovely, Missy." teased Carol. "Thank you Miss Carol." replied the humiliated pantywaist. Unknown to Bob, Carol had been subjecting John to similar humiliations at home with ample assistance from Karen. This was a coming out party of sorts as only Carol had seen John in his feminized state. Carol owed Karen a debt of gratitude. Since requesting assistance in her note to Karen after discovering Bob's little secret, Karen had been coaching Carol on how to effectively trap her husband in silky treasures. It had happened much more quickly with John than with Bob. Perhaps, he was more open the idea of feminine control and the expression of his feminine side. Bob was so preoccupied with his own predicament; he did not immediately notice anything unusual about John's appearance or behavior. After dinner, however, it occurred to Bob that John was acting very sheepish and that Carol kept whispering things to him and giving him knowing glances. John would blush with embarrassment each time and seemed to drift away from the others a number of times. As Bob served the three coffees in the living room, he discovered the reason John was acting so peculiar. Bob noticed tan pantyhose covering John's ankle when he crossed his legs. Bob could only assume that John was wearing additional feminine items to accompany the hose. When John excused himself to use the bathroom, Bob saw his opportunity to confirm his suspicions, as there was no lock on the bathroom door. As John left the room, Carol told him to remember their earlier conversation, causing him to blush again. Pretending it was an accident, Bob barged into the bathroom shortly after John and his suspicion was confirmed when he saw John sitting on the toilet with his pants around his ankles, along with the pantyhose and lacy white panties. John shrieked when Bob opened the door, causing their wives to come to investigate the situation. There, they found Bob hugging John and comforting him as John was crying from the shame of discovery, his panties and pantyhose still around his ankles. "Isn't this a darling scene." said Karen. "Missy is playing nursemaid to your little sissy." "Why are you crying John?" Carol asked. "It is just us girls here and we've all certainly seen panties before. Why in no time, you and Missy will be carrying on like school girls." "I'm sure Missy will be delighted to have a new girlfriend and she can share all that she's learned about being a perfect sissy with you." continued Karen. Carol chimed in, "In fact, Karen and I have planned a little shopping outing for you two tomorrow when you'll be able spend some quality time together." Chapter Four - Sissy Play On Saturday morning, Bob was dressed in a pink silk camp shirt, thin white cotton shorts, white Keds and white ankle sox with a pink Nike swoosh on each ankle. Under his clothes he was wearing pink cotton bikini style panties with a row of lace on each leg and the waist. His lightly padded bra matched his panties. The sissy wore no makeup and his hair was styled in his usual male manner. When John and Carol arrived, Bob was stunned to see John dressed in exactly the same outfit except in lavender right down to the lavender bikini panties and bra and the lavender swoosh on his ankle sox. His legs were shaved smooth and his nails were shaped and painted with a pale polish. Like Bob, however, John was wearing no makeup and his short male hairstyle insured that he would not be mistaken for a girl due to his girlish attire. "Hello John." whispered Bob. "Why are you dressed like that?" "We decided we want to call her Jennifer, or Jenni to her friends." insisted Carol. "Why don't they both look darling, Carol?" squealed Karen. "Their shopping trip to the mall will be so exciting for our girls today, won't it? Now come sit down darlings and let Carol and I give you your instructions for the day." Karen proceeded to read the two swishy boys a list of activities planned for their day of shopping: Karen began, "When you first arrive at the mall, you will go immediately to Pretty Woman Nail Salon, the one where the manicurist stations line the mall windows. There, you will each have manicures and pedicures done with fingernail extensions for 'office length'. Missy, your nails are to be painted pink while Jenni's are to be lavender. We want your nails to match the rest of your outfits." "Once your nails are complete," she continued, "you are to both go to the Wild Pair shoe store and purchase new white sandals." "The sandals," said Carol, "are to be strappy with at least 3 inch heels." "We want your pretty toenails to be easily visible to everyone when you are wearing your sandals." "The young man who normally works there on Saturday is very gay and I'm sure he will love you two," added Karen. "In fact, you must wait to make sure he is the salesperson who assists you. I'm sure he will want you to wear your new sandals out of the store." she continued. "But you must resist and keep your cute little socks and Keds on, at least until lunch." "Missy, do you remember that cute girl who pierced your ears at the mall last month?" asked Karen. Bob meekly nodded as his face turned crimson with shame. She was the first person besides Karen to see him in his sissy state. "Missy, you will take Jenni to have her ears pierced at the same kiosk, hopefully by the same girl." instructed Karen. Carol added, "And Jenni, I want to also buy one of those cute ankle bracelets with your new name engraved. Let's use 'Jenni' on this anklet." The rest of the list was read, including new matching babydoll nighties for each (in their favorite colors), matching tennis outfits with ruffled panties in the appropriate colors, aerobics wear, dance leotards and tights as well as ballet and tap shoes. "You need to have completed these items by noon, at which time you will meet Carol and I at the Hooters in the mall." ordered Karen. "We will enjoy a nice lunch in one of your favorite old haunts and then finish shopping together." "You two better be on your way," said Carol. "Here are backpacks for you to keep your keys, money and other necessities." They each put the small black patent leather backpacks over their shoulders and left the house for the car hoping no neighbors would notice them. Chapter Five - The Shopping Trip When the boys arrived at the mall, they chose a parking place in a remote part of the lot, hoping to avoid much notice. They didn't realize, however, that the long walk to the door only exposed them further to other shoppers arriving at the mall. Not too many took notice of the femmy boys, but both knew that by day's end, they would be getting plenty of notice. Their first stop was, as per instructions, the nail salon. They were each seated prominently in the front window and given beautiful nail extensions, painted in coordinated colors. Their toes were also done and they had to sit for several minutes waiting for the polish to dry, cringing each time someone noticed them as they walked past. A few shoppers stopped and stared, giggling when they realized what they were seeing. They manicurists seemed to take cruel delight in the embarrassment of the two sissies. After paying for their manicures and pedicures, the two boys went to their next stop on the list, the earring kiosk. To Bob's horror, the same girl who had pierced his ears was working at the kiosk. She did not immediately recognize Bob as they approached, but was sure there was something peculiar about the two femininely attired boys. John shyly told the girl that he wished to have his ears double pierced and that he also would be needing a monogrammed ankle bracelet. The girl glanced at Bob as she asked for the name to be engraved and, as John replied "Jenni with an I," she recognized Bob as 'Missy' from their earlier meeting. She told Jenni to take a seat and double pierced each ear, using CZ studs in one set of holes, small hoops in the other. As she completed her work, she began to quiz Bob. "So Missy," she said, "why aren't you wearing a skirt today? When I did your ears and ankle bracelet you looked much more girlish than today." "Our wives forced us to come to the mall dressed this way. I guess to invoke the most embarrassment possible." Bob replied. "Where did you find your girlfriend? Did you introduce this little swish to the world of satin and lace so you wouldn't be alone?" she pressed. "No, he is my secretary's husband." Bob answered. "Our wives are behind this." "Well, you two are just precious. And I love the fact that your wives have sent you to our mall dressed as such sissies. It is so much more fun that everyone knows what you are, not like last time when only a few of us lucky ones got exposed to the real you. You two run along now and finish your shopping and come back to see me later today so I can check those piercings." The two humiliated boys left the kiosk and headed toward their next stop on the list, the shoe store. Karen had been very specific that they were to ask for Ken, the gay salesperson, to assist them with their purchases. The shop was very busy when they entered and meekly asked for Ken. He was busy assisting other customers so the two took a seat to wait. While they waited, they were the object of everyone's attention, hearing a lot of whispers and giggles. Ken was everything Karen had described, and more. He was the most flamboyant, flaming queen either Bob or John had ever seen. He had very short hair, dyed a yellow blonde and wore hoop earrings in both ears. He was wearing a pale linen double breasted suit over what looked like a white silk blouse. His nails were short, but painted a pale peach color and he flitted about the store with exaggerated feminine mannerisms. Remarkably, however, he drew less notice than Bob and John, since he was behaving exactly as expected and consistently with his attire. The fact that Bob and John were so uncomfortable and retained their masculine mannerisms made them attract more attention to their sissyish attire. When Ken was finished with the other customers, he moved over to Bob and John and sat his stool in front of them. "Hi girls, my name is Ken," he said. "What is yours?" "I'm Bob and he is John" was the reply. "Okay, whatever." responded Ken. "What can I show you today?" "We both want a pair of sandals with at least three inch heels and they are to be 'strappy' ones." "Lovely! I have just the ones, why don't you two remove your tennies and socks so I can measure your feet. Since you're not wearing stockings, you will also have to put on these little nylon footies." Bob and John removed their shoes and socks, becoming even more self-conscious with their pretty toenails exposed along with the dainty ankle bracelets drawing further attention to their smooth legs. When Ken returned with several shoe boxes, he noticed their naked feet and ankles. "I love that shade on you Bob," he said. "These ankle bracelets are darling and are those your names monogrammed on your bracelets? Let's see, Missy and Jenni. I thought you told me you were Bob and John! Missy and Jenni are much more appropriate!" he said loudly. The two boys turned a new shade of crimson and shrunk lower in their seats. Unfazed, Ken continued with the sale, trying the shoes on each of the embarrassed customers. He insisted that they stand and walk to get a feel for the new sandals and look in the mirror even though both boys insisted the shoes were fine. "Come my little lovelies," he said. "I want the rest of the customers to see what a great look this is. Those heels are three and one-half inches high and the sandals are so 'strappy' they must feel almost naked." After what seemed like hours to the sissy boys, they paid for their new sandals and quickly escaped from the store amid giggles from the young women and sighs of disgust from the older patrons. Chapter Six - Lunch with the Girls Outside of the shoe store, Bob suddenly noticed that it was almost noon. Fearing the cruel fate that would await them should they be late, the two sissies had to hurry through the mall to the food court and their lunch destination, Hooters. Two femininely clad men swishing quickly through the mall did nothing to aid the sissies' hopes for discretion. Once in the restaurant, the two were forced to walk throughout the large dining room to find their wives who were already seated next to each other in a booth. Their little tour of the Hooters ensured maximum exposure of their sissy outfits and they were harassed by many of the macho men who they passed. The wives were happy to see their little sissy husbands mincing into the restaurant and delighted in the embarrassing comments coming from the other diners. As the two slid into the booth opposite their wives, Carol said, "How has the shopping been, girls?" Both husbands whispered a quiet "fine" in reply. They lifted their menus to their faces in an attempt to hide from the other customers, most of which were macho men as they had once been. Karen and Carol pulled their menus away and signaled for the waitress. The waitress, dressed in the famous Hooters Girl outfit, was very amused when she caught sight of the sissies. "Usually, I have to worry about getting pawed by macho men when waiting on them but I don't think that will be a problem at this table." the waitress said. "No," replied Karen. "I don't think these two will give you any trouble. Their stares and ogles will be at your darling outfit, of which I'm sure they are very jealous, not your sexy body." Carol ordered salads and iced tea for the boys and wings and beer for she and Karen. She insisted that the boys drink heartily and made sure that the waitress keep their glasses regularly filled with tea. Soon, the two boys started squirming, obviously needing to use the restroom. "Will you two stop your squirming and go ahead and use the potty?" teased Carol. "Yes, and don't forget your purses," said Karen. "You probably will want to freshen your lipstick while you are in the men's room. And take care of each other on the way. In fact, I want you two to hold hands on the way." instructed Karen. Blushing furiously, the two sissies excused themselves from the table and headed toward the restrooms, holding hands along the way. They received many insults and taunts from the men in the restaurant along the way. Just outside the men's room, a man from a softball team that was in Hooters celebrating a big win stopped them. "What do you two think your doing going into the MEN'S room?" he demanded. "We'd surely be arrested if we tried to use the women's room" Bob meekly replied. "Okay, but you two better not be doing any fag stuff while you're in there!" the burly man insisted. Inside, they each chose a stall and took care of their business. When exiting the stalls, a couple of men from the softball team were waiting to harass the two. "What are your names?" one of the players demanded. "I'm Bob and he's John." Bob whispered in reply. "Speak up you little fag." replied the other large muscular player. "You sure don't look like a Bob to me! What are your real names girly?" Bob whispered "Missy." John replied "Jenni." his voice trembling in fear. "Please just let us leave. We don't want any trouble, we only needed to pee." "Those are darling little girly outfits you're wearing," said the first player. "Yeah, why don't you tell us all about those cute little clothes you sissies are wearing." jeered the other. "And don't leave out a single detail." he commanded. Each of the sissy boys was then required to describe the other's outfit in excruciating detail. The players tortured them with humiliating taunts during each description, particularly as they described their girly undies. Just as Bob and John thought the humiliation was nearly complete, the ball players continued, insisting the two must be gay, in fact lesbians. They were forced to kiss each other and, while embracing, trace each other's panty-lines with their pretty painted fingernails. After breaking the kiss, each was told to fix the other's lipstick before being allowed to hurry from the restroom. Amid taunts from other customers in the restaurant, the boys hurried back to their table sobbing from the humiliation. Their wives were unwilling to end the embarrassment by leaving the place and insisted they finish their lunches. After they finished, Bob and John were subjected to further humiliation when instructed to purchase Hooter's Girls' uniforms from the hostess. Fortunately, they were not required to try them on. After what seemed like an eternity, the boys were allowed to leave the restaurant. They were red with shame, which was only made worse by the catcalls and wolf whistles from the softball players that had assaulted them in the men's room. Their hopes of leaving for home were dashed when Carol told them that they were all going to treat themselves to facials and makeovers at a beauty salon in the mall. When they arrived at the shop, the owner apparently was expecting them. She said hello to Carol and then turned to the sissies. "Well, these must be the two sissies we have been expecting. They look darling but will look even more precious after we finish with them." said the owner. They were each shown to a chair where the operator wrapped them in pale pink smocks. They were given facials followed by makeovers. To ensure the two wouldn't be mistaken for real women, the makeup was applied subtly but definitely still noticeable. The other female customers who came and left while the sissies were given their beauty treatments were mixed in their reactions. Some joined in the fun and teased the blushing girly-boys while others were offended by the feminine men and insulted them cruelly. When they were finished in the salon, the two humiliated husbands begged to be allowed to leave the mall. "Just one more thing boys." Karen responded. "We would like to see you in those new sandals you were supposed to purchase." "One problem though, Karen." Carol rebutted. "They should really be wearing hose instead of their little sports socks." "Oh you are right," replied Karen. "Their sandals will fit much better that way. Let's go to Macy's and pick some out." The four made their way to the Macy's across the mall, the two femmy husbands being subjected to further teases and taunts. Once in the department store, the wives instructed their husbands to go to the hosiery department and pick out some white pantyhose, the shinier the better. They were instructed to ask the sales clerk for assistance to ensure they bought the correct size. "After you pay for your pantyhose, ask the clerk for permission to use the dressing room to change out of your socks and Keds and into your pantyhose and sandals," instructed Karen. "Then meet us in the coffee shop where we'll be enjoying a latte." said Carol. Following their wives' instructions, each purchased a pair of sheer white pantyhose with as much shine as they could find. At the checkout, the clerk who had helped them choose the correct size took their money. "We have a wonderful hosiery club for customers who make regular purchases," the clerk suggested. "You get a free pair after purchasing ten pairs. Here is a card for each of you with one punch for the pair you bought today. As a member you will receive notices any time we have a sale or promotion." she continued. "Now, what names should I put in the system?" she asked. Each of the boys gave their male names along with their addresses. They did not want to argue with the clerk but wanted to leave the store as soon as possible. On their way out of the department, the clerk stated loudly, "And we have a similar frequent shopper card for panties and bras if you're headed there next!" Any shoppers in the area who had not yet noticed the two sissies surely took notice of them now. As the two hurried through the store in their newly purchased hose and high heel sandals, everyone stopped to look at them and most giggled at their predicament. The heels of their sandals made a loud clicking sound on the linoleum floor, drawing more unwanted attention. Three teenage girls in the store even ran up behind the boys and snapped their bras. The boys tried as hard as they could to run out of the store but their high heels prevented them from moving very fast. At last they reached the coffee shop and implored their wives to let them go home. Finally, Karen and Carol relented and told their husbands they could leave. Unfortunately for the two girlish boys, they were now on the complete opposite end of the mall from their car. They had to make one final trip across the mall but while in their tennis shoes they could move pretty quickly (and quietly,) this trip was excruciatingly long and the sounds of their clicking heels echoed throughout the mall corridor. Once in the safety of the car, the two sighed in relief and each contemplated with dread what was to be their next shameful adventure. Epilogue What additional adventures are in store for our two sissy husbands? There is certain to be more trouble for Bob at work. Bob's dancing experience should be enhanced and we should see how his other hobbies are affected by his new sissy status. John's favorite hobby is caring for and riding his horses and roping steers at he and Carol's ranch. There are some changes coming that may reduce John's interest in that macho hobby. Karen and Carol are sure to think of many more clever adventures to keep their sissy- boy husbands blushing. Please let me know what you think of this long-overdue second installment. I have many additional ideas for sissy adventures but would love suggestions and feedback from readers.