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What I was doing here? I didn't know. We had made an appointment to meet. I had met him in a chat room. We had talked for about a month and here I was. What was I getting myself into? Let me explain. The name of the chat room is "Sissies for Real Men". I hate to admit it, but I m the sissy. Way back when I was very young, my mother would make me go across the street from my father's business to buy her a birthday present. At that age I just knew that presents should be what the person wants. She sent me into the women' department to get her a slip. At 5 or 6, I did not know that little boys shouldn't be getting things like that. I was just getting what Mommy wanted. A black, shadow proof, lace toped slip. Of course the sales woman there would make a big production of showing me a bunch of slips and made me pick out the one for her. This, in and of itself, would not make a boy a sissy, but other things went into it. Moreover, for the next few years, until I was 12 or 13 I went back there every year to buy Mommy a new slip. Mommy also liked to read the True Detective or True Stories. These magazines were, in their way, soft porn. The stories always had a woman in torn clothing or something that showed her undies in the drawings. Also, in the back there were ads for Fredric's Of Hollywood, and Lil St Chyr. They showed drawings of the sexist lingerie that one could not buy locally. This was the porn I started to masturbate to. Jerking off to lingerie by itself would not make a boy a sissy. At the same time I went to a school that made us all wear uniforms. On Fridays we had to go to chapel. Girls were required to wear a head covering. Some girls wore lace doilies, but most wore kerchiefs. I liked the way a girl looked with a headscarf on. I don't know why, just something in that look caught my eye. Scarves were in fashion in other ways back then too. Girls wore them to tie back their ponytails; women wore them tied to their necks. One time when I was in the cub scouts we were putting on a Thanksgiving Day play. The Nuns would not let boys play with girls, so some of the boys had to be the women. I was picked to be a girl. The Nun had us take our scout neckerchief and tie it on our head like a kerchief and poof; we were girls. Now when you take into consideration that I had been going into the lingerie department for years shopping, I masturbated to lingerie ads, and now the Nun had made me a girl by wearing a kerchief, you might think I was on my way to becoming a sissy. I never thought of myself as a sissy, at least not yet. I added wearing a kerchief when I masturbated to pictures of lingerie. I did not think there was anything wrong with it; it was just sexy. Looking at that lingerie, wearing my scarf and thinking how nice it would be to wear that lingerie was sexy, so sexy I usually had my orgasm. I bought my first pair of panties at the age of 16. I went to Shoppers Fair and went to the woman's department. After all those years of buying slips for Mommy, I did not have a problem working my way through the panty section. I found these cute panties, they were shear on the back and had little locks embroidered on then, they also had a little zipper with a lock as the tongue. I bought them in red on black, black on red and purple on yellow, and the fact is that all these years later I still have the yellow ones. It was my first time in panties and my scarf, I was in our playhouse looking at my magazines and masturbating. I really had a great time imaginings what it would be like to have on all that lingerie. I dated of course. In fact, I did pretty well with the girls. I had gotten to have some light teen sex, dry humping and feeling bare skin for a while now, but I still would go home horny and have to masturbate. After I got out of high school and was old enough to go to the real porn shops I discovered transvestite porn. Reading it I started to get a feel for what it was that I am. I was a transvestite. One who got sexual feelings from the wearing of clothing of the opposite sex. What I also discovered was that transvestites had sex with each other. Seeing this I got turned on. I wasn't into man-to-man sex. I wasn't gay! I do have to admit that seeing these good- looking girls with that something extra having sex, was sexy. I would often fantasize that I was one of them. Sure there were some with TVs and girls, and TV's with other TVs, and even with other men. It was all-good. I found each kind a turn on. I also found some stories of FemDom with a tyranny, and this is where I learned about being a sissy. I read about all the sissy things woman would have their tyrannies do. Then came the Internet and the chat rooms. Now you know about how I became a sissy, but we still don't know what I am doing here. We had chatted a few times. I had been gong in there to meet other sissies like me. There always were men trying to hit on the sissy in the room but mostly I kept to myself and just chatted with other panty boys like myself. Then this one night I got a message from Sir Ian. It said, "I have seen you in here quite a bit and I know you are from Oak Hill. I am from Edgewater, the next city over." I responded that this was the first time I had ever seen someone local in the chat room. Actually I was a little worried. For years I had kept the fact that I am a sissy from everyone that I knew. Here was someone that might know me and he knew that I am a sissy. Over the next few months we chatted a bit. I knew that he was Bi and he really liked being with a sissy instead of men. He liked the way a sissy would be so pleasing to him. I had told him that I was not gay. He said that seeing how I flirted with the other sissies here that at lest I must have fantasized being with them. I told him that yes I did, but I had never acted on it. He said that he had many sissy or TV videos and loved to watch them. He wondered if I might like to come over sometime to watch with him. I had seen some, but only in the mini movies, and never from start to finish. He then asked if I would meet him at the local Denny's for coffee and we could talk in person. What was I doing here? Under my jeans and shirt I had on a black lace garter belt with stockings, a pair of panties, a camisole, and a neckerchief, I still looked masculine, but I felt like a sissy. He saw me sitting there and joined me. "Hello, Folard." he said, using my onscreen name. "Hello Ian." He ordered some coffee and there was that silence. "You look a little scared." He said. "Its OK, I understand that this is the first time you are with someone who knows your secret." I blushed. "It's good that you dressed for the occasion. So - would you like to come with me and see a video?" "Yes, I would. I love TV sex and haven't seen any myself, from start to finish that is." He was a few years older than I. He was kind of good looking, tall, with nice hair and dressed attractively. "Do you think it would really be OK?" I asked with a shaky voice. "Nothing is going to happen tonight that you do not want to happen. You can call all the shots. I am just going to show you some options that you may have never thought were possible." We went to his place; I followed him in my car. We entered his house and it was a really nice place. It was decorated nicely with what looked like expensive things. He showed me where to sit and he fired up his really large screen television. "She-male Encounters" was the title. We watched the first seine, where these two TVs first ate each other and then the cute one fucked the other. I was getting hot. He paused the video and asked, "Well what do you think?' "They were so sexy, and I just love seeing it on your screen, it's just like going to the movies." "I meant what do you think about the sex they were having." "I think that they were having fun weather they were sucking or being sucked. It was all so sexy." He smiled and started the video again. This little story had a pretty TV with a man. She got down on her knees and started to give him a blowjob. "Do you think she is having as much fun as him?" he asked. "She looks like she's getting sucked instead of the other way around, I guess it must be fun." By this time I was so hard in my panties, if I were home I would be jerking off. I noticed that his hand was rubbing the outside of his pants. He saw me looking and smiled. "No shame is showing that this kind of stuff makes one hot." He said. I'm going to get more comfortable and with that he took off his pants and sat back down stroking himself. Why don't you show me what you have on under those boy clothes?" I stood up and took off my shirt and jeans, and for the first time in my life someone was seeing me in my sissy things. I blushed as he told me that I looked really sexy and with just a little help I could be just as cute as any girl in his porn. I looked back to the screen to see the TV fucking the man. I could not help myself and started to play on my panties. I saw him take out his cock and he was stroking it. He was actually here jerking off in front of me. "Why don't you be a pal and try this?" "What?" "Take my cock in your hand and stroke it for me. Its OK, there's no one here but you and I, no one will know, and I know that you really want to." "I couldn't.' "Sure you can, it's just like yours, but it is on me. Come on, just feel it, feel another man's cock." I was scared. This was all happening too fast. I was so hard in my panties, I just wanted to cum right there and then. "You won't be a fag if you just touch it. You will be just like the sexy girls on the video. You do want to be sexy don't you"? He was sill stroking it, and then he took my hand and placed it on his cock. It was like a jolt of lightning. I had my hand on another man's cock. I felt so naughty, it felt so sexy, it felt so wrong, and it was so good. I really had some mixed emotions but I liked the way it felt in my hand. I stroked it like I would mine. "See how nice it is. You like having my cock in your hand. I can tell; just by the way you're handling it. I think you should have more. You do want more, don't you?" I looked at him to see the smirk on his face. He loved teasing me this way. He had such a dominating air about him. I nodded my head. "Get down on your knees before me." I did "Now kiss my cock!" he ordered. I leaned in and brought my lips just inches from his cock. It was decision time. Could I be a sissy like the girls in the video? Could I become a fag? I wasn't queer. It did look so good. I had licked pussy. Oral sex wasn't something new to me, but doing it with a cock was. Actually kissing another man on his dick was a step across the line. "I know you're thinking about it. It's just like touching one. It is just a cock, you have one, and I'll bet if you could you would suck off yourself. Kissing my cock doesn't mean you're a faggot. Only you will know, and me of course." I did it! I kissed the head of his cock. My lips had touched the piss hole of another man! "See, its not so bad is it? You weren't struck down and branded a cock kisser. Now take the last step, take it into your mouth. Become a sissy cock sucker!" I opened my mouth, enveloped his cock, and closed my lips on it. I started to move my lips on his cock and sucked. I liked the feelings I was getting sucking on it. Somehow memories of sucking on Mommy's tit came to mind, and all the other things I had put in my mouth like lollypops and Popsicles. This wasn't candy though, it was a dick. I had a dick in my mouth and I was sucking on it. "That's it, suck on it nicely. Work that cock. Yeah, now you're doing it. Feels so good. You're a natural born cocksucker." Cocksucker. The name struck me. Cocksucker, a name we had called each other as kids, the ultimate insult. Back then we did not even really know what it meant. I knew now. I was here with a dick in my mouth I am a cocksucker. "Go ahead, you might s well keep on going. Nothing is going to change the fact that you are a cocksucker. I know it, and even better you know it. No matter what ever happens, YOU ARE A Cocksucker!" I didn'tt care. I was enjoying the taste of his dick. I was enjoying the feel of it in my mouth. I was humiliated at the fact that I was doing it. I was blushing at hearing what he was saying, but the truth was: I liked sucking on his dick. I felt like such a sissy. I was in lingerie, I was kneeling at the feet of a man, and I had his cock in my mouth. I looked up to see his smile. He had that dominating look again, but this time I also could see the satisfaction in his eye, he had taken my oral virginity. "Do a good job sissy bitch! Suck me off. Make my cock cum." Cum? Uh oh. I hadn't thought about his cum. Ok, I was sucking on his cock like there was nothing else in the world I wanted to do, but I did not want him to cum in my mouth. He saw the look of fright on my face. He knew what I was thinking. "Don't you even think about not taking my cum. You're a cocksucker now and you are going to do it right. That means you are going to get a mouth full of my cum." He put his hands behind my head and started to fuck my face. He started to get a little rough. I gagged as it hit the back of my throat. I could taste the pissy precum. I felt his cock head start to flair in my mouth. I felt the first spurt of cum as it hit the back of my throat. "Take it sissy fag! Take my cum right from my dick. You fucking cocksucker, eat me." I felt spurt after spurt enter my mouth. I did not like the taste of it, but it was warm and I knew that it had just come out of him. Cum out of his cock. He let me go and I leaned back from him. My own cock was as hard as it had ever been. I was ashamed that I had cum in my mouth. I was ashamed that I had sucked him off. I was as horny as I had ever been in my life. Nothing I had ever done with a girl had made me feel this way. As humiliated as I was, my body was betraying me. My body wanted sex. My own cock wanted to cum. "Ok now, jerk off. Show me how a sissy masturbates. Show me how much you liked my cock in your mouth and cum for me." That's all I had to hear. I took my cock in hand and started to stroke it. "Catch it in your other hand. You had better not cum on my rug.' It did not take but a few minutes, I shot my own cum in my hand. 'Now lick your cum off your hand. Lick it all up, and show me what a sissy you really are." I did. No matter how ashamed I was I licked cum off my hand. "So how does it feel? You are now really a sissy, you've sucked cock, you've dressed as a slut for a man, and you've licked not only your cum, but his strait from his cock?" "I don't know. I am embarrassed but still I liked it. I'm not a fag, yet I did blow you." I said as I started to get up. "Stay on your knees. I did not say you could get up. You're my sissy now. You have a decision to make. If you want to keep on being a sissy I will train you to be the best sissy you can be. I will use discipline on you. I will make you do things that you cannot imagine now. I will take you way beyond the limits you have put on yourself. You're a faggot now. You know it and I know it. Once you have sucked on a dick you will always want it again. That doesn't mean you don't want pussy. I love pussy, I fuck it I eat it, but I also love it when a sissy sucks m cock. One thing you must know from the start, I'm bi, I let sissies like you suck me, but I am not a fag! I don't suck cock; I am never going to suck cock. I am not a cocksucker and never will be. You, on the other hand, are now on you're way to becoming a real sissy and I would like to be your mentor." "I really enjoyed being at your knees, but I am afraid of what is to happen if I say yes." "That, my dear little one, is the idea. Fear of the unknown is a real part of training. It is a tool that a Master or Mistress uses to keep the sissy off balance. A sissy should never really know what is to come next. A sissy should always be submissive and learn not to question what he is told, but to respond, even if the sissy finds it distasteful. Many things will be not to your liking and that is also part of the training." "What of the life I have now?" "What of it? Is your life that good? Do you have any prospects that will make you rich, famous?" "No, it is just my job, and even at that it doesn't pay that well. How will I live? What will I do for money?" "You will live the life of a sissy. A sissy doesn't need money. There are things that a sissy needs though, clothing, makeup, and other things to make him more feminine. I will get some donations to the Sissy Fund, something I will start and I m sure that some will want to contribute to it." "Some?" "You're running out of questions to ask. I will only permit so many then I will require you to answer the real question, which is "Are you ready to become a real sissy?"" "I think I am ready, yes, I will become your sissy." "Then go into the bathroom, take off all your sweet things and get into he shower, NOW!" He went into the bathroom, striped, and waited. "From now on you will refer to me as Master Ian, I will call you Caroline, Ms. Caroline, or just sissy. Get into the shower and shave all your hair below your chin off, and I mean all of it.' I took the razor and cream from him and started to shave from the neck down. I felt a little funny with him sitting there watching me. It took a long time but after an hour and a half I was done. I rinsed off. "Now when you put your stockings back on they will feel right. Stockings should always be put on a freshly shaved leg." I followed him into the guest room and he told me to lie down. He took restraints and tied my hands above my head and my legs to the corner of the bed. 'You will sleep here tonight, sissy; tomorrow we will begin your training. Your sleep time from now on will be in restraints. Sissies should not jerk off unless they are given permission, cumming without permission will be dealt with harshly. In the future you will be responsible, but for tonight and for the next while I will help you keep your hands from your cock." He turned off the lights and closed the door, leaving me alone to think about what I was getting into. Discipline, restraints, these things went through my mind. What also was on my mind was the fact that I had sucked a cock. What am I doing here? I was to ask that of myself many times in the next few weeks as things started to get really out of hand, or at least my hands. Bound to a bed by a man I had just met, sucked off, and then agreed to who knows what. What am I doing here. In the morning he came into the room and released me. I dressed, and just before we were about to leave he took my neckerchief and tied it on my head. You should always have an outward sign that you are a sissy. Everyone should know and this scarf on your head will at least have those who notice it wondering. I did not like this idea, but I did agree to do what he said. We went to my apartment and he had me show him all my feminine clothing. He picked out a blouse and some pants for me to wear. He also picked out my lingerie. I had a pink garter belt, closely matching panties and a camisole, also in pink, on. My blouse wasn't that feminine, but when I looked in the mirror I could see a trace of the camisole through it. He also picked out a larger scarf and had me put it on peasant style, tied back at the nape of my neck. I did not have any make up. He told me that that would be one of the things we were going to get today, as we were going shopping to get me some things that would add to my sissy wardrobe. We went to Bardwell's Department store. We were walking through the women's department when he stopped at the scarf counter. The woman behind the counter came over to us; her nametag said Hello My Name is Diane. "That's a pretty scarf you have on." She said. I blushed. "Thank you." "How can I help you boys today?" Asked Diane. She looked at me, a man with a headscarf on. Was this yet another sissy here in their small town? I found out later that she had her own sissy at home that she and her best friend dominated. Just recently another customer had come in and when she and Julie the nurse had come shopping I found out that there was a whole subculture of dominant women here. I was also going to see something really special in a little while, but that is another story. "I'm looking for some scarves for my friend here." My master said. "I like the look of them on him and I wanted to get some other patterns and colors." "I have a very large selection: I keep the more masculine looking down at the end of the counter." She stated pointing. "No, that isn't necessary, I think that they should have a feminine look to them, it will suit him more." He said with a smile. She looked at what she now knew was another sissy boy and she thought she would have some fun at his expense. She took a box from under the counter and opened it. She took out the scarves in there and they all could see a number of different pastel color scarves with a really feminine floral print. "I've sold some of these to other men who wear feminine things." She said as she stared into my eyes, the eyes of a man in a scarf. She saw me blush. "Are you going to match his lingerie or his skirts and blouses?" "I had intended to coordinate with his lingerie, but do you think it should go with his blouse more?" "It depends on what you are doing and what you are dressing for." Caroline, as I was starting to think of myself, was stunned listening to my new master and this woman discussing my new sissy scarves and clothing. It was like I wasn't there, or at least I was a child with no say in the matter. "If you are dressing him to go out, you should find a scarf that complements what he is wearing, but if your staying in you then should match the lingerie that he will be wearing most of the time." "This isn't the first sissy I've trained" He said it to this stranger. He called me a sissy to her! "I haven't had them wear a scarf before. This one came to me wearing one and I thought it might be good to use them more" "A good choice. A lot of women these days are having their boys in skirts and scarves, my business is growing more from pretty feminine scarves on boys than on girls," she said with a laugh in her voice. "Do you like neckerchiefs?" She asked me. "Yes, I have worn them that way." She turned to Master Ian. "I have these in a matching size for around the neck too. He took 10 of them, 5 large and 5 small, and then left the counter. The next went into the makeup section. Master Ian had me sit in a chair at the counter and, when the sales woman came over, he asked to get some powder and liquid base in a color that would match my skin tone. She smiled and brought up a few colors and tried them on my cheek, wiping it off till she found the right foundation for me. "I think this will be good for him," the clerk said. "Do you need eye makeup and blusher too." At that point I did not think I would need a blusher, as my face was a bright red already. "Yes, I want to get some natural neutral looks for his eye, a good mascara and then some lipstick." She found a nice eye set in browns and got a deep red lipstick. "Do you want me to put his makeup on?" "Oh, could you? I think it would be good for him to have a woman put it on the first time." They spent the next few minutes getting me into a daytime neutral look. It wasn't too overboard, but for the first time in my life, I was wearing make up on my face, and in public too. There were more humiliating times in the blouse section and getting skirts to match my new scarves. Finally it was in the lingerie section that I was really embarrassed. I had shopped all my life in the lingerie sections, from the early days of getting slips for Mommy, but this time it would be different. When we got there Ian told me go and look for some real sissy panties and then he went to the counter to speak with the salesgirl there. "I am looking for a bra or two for my friend over there." He pointed to me. "He is a little small in the breast area and I need something to enhance it a bit. "I have just the thing." She showed him a set of silicone breast forms with natural colored nipples. "I think those are nice, let me have them in the largest size." He caught my eye and called me over. "I think its time we got you something to fill in your chest." I looked at the breasts in the salesgirl's hand, then at her face. Seeing the laughter in her eyes, I flushed. She pointed to the back area. When we entered it she said, "Every girl has to have her first bra fitting. Take off your blouse, sweetie, and we'll get you measured." I took off my blouse, showing the pink camisole. "It's very pretty, but take off your cammi too." I took off the camisole and was standing there with a bare chest and a headscarf. She took a tape and measured my chest. "Wait here and let me get your first bra." She returned with a white lace covered bra, put it on me, then put in the fake breasts. "There, that looks nice on you." She looked to my Master and I blushed as I saw the amusement on Master Ian's face. I put on the camisole and blouse. I saw in the mirror that I now had a real feminine figure. I was looking increasingly feminine. I felt that I was loosing control. I felt like such a sissy, looking at the sales girl I almost burst into tears. "Thank her for making you look so good, Caroline." Ordered Master Ian. "Thank you Ma'am." I responded. "We'll take a few more bras, in pink for a real sissy, and also black, red, and an extra in white." "I have some other colors that might suit a sissy. We have some special bras for teens that come in his size, but they also have a more feminine look with patterns." We wound up with 10 bras in all, and the cute teen ones had matching panties. We bought all of those and a few more pair of panties that I had picked out. It was getting late in the afternoon and so we returned to Master Ian's house. "There is only one way to thank your Master for all the nice things I have bought for you today. Do you know what that is?" I dropped to my knees and opened his pants, lowered them down to his ankles, and took his cock into my mouth and sucked his cock. Over the next few weeks Caroline moved in with Master Ian. We went shopping and my sissy wardrobe increased. I now had dresses and skirts for all occasions. My collection of lingerie and daywear continued to grow. I now had all colors and styles of bra and panty sets, matching camisoles, slips half-slips, and petticoats. My progress in doing my makeup was going up every day. I had figured out how to make it light for daytime and more erotic for evenings. My hair was getting longer. I was pleased about that because Master Ian would not let me wear a wig. When out dressed as a sissy, every thing would be feminized except for my hair, and that gave me away every time. I got plenty of practice at giving head too. Master Ian loved to get his cock sucked and Caroline sucked him in every position possible. I had learned how to pace myself to bring my Master off every time. The only thing that had really surprised me was my first punishment. I had never really been spanked a child, and I wasn't ready for it as a young adult. It was something I would not soon forget. I had been reluctant to follow an order that I was given by Master Ian. Usually he would just tell me how to get dressed and I would do so. On this day he had told me he wanted the scarf on my neck to be to the right side with one end on either side of my shoulder. When I came out of my room they wore both to the front. I had never seen him like this. He started to yell at me calling me a stupid sissy cunt that couldn't get anything right. He took me across his knee and raised my skirt and slip, lowered my panties and started to spank me. He kept it up for a while and I really hurt. He then said, "Now my little sissy, you are going to learn about discipline. You silly little cunt, you should have listened to me when I gave you an order, from now on I think you will." He took me down to the cellar. I had never been down there as the door had been locked at all times. What I saw shocked me. In the middle of the room there was what could only be called a pummel. Hanging on the wall were many interments of punishment, or at least that is what I thought they were. He had me take off my skirt and slip. He put some leather wrist cuffs on me and also some on my ankles. He had me drape myself over the pummel and attached each cuff to a snaffle that was there. I could not move. He brought this large belt up from the bottom of the pummel and strapped me down. I was really secured. "Now my little slut, you are really going to be punished. Before I am done you will be crying and begging me to stop." He took a strap from the wall and started to smack my ass, ten mighty cracks in all, each one hitting me close to the last until my whole ass was on fire. I was crying. It hurt! He came around in front of me and held my head. I really couldn't see into his face but I knew he had a look of superiority on his face. He opened his pants and stuck his cock in my face. "Suck me slut! Do it good or I will start to spank you again." He stuck his cock in my mouth and began to fuck my face. It was hard to keep up with him, as I was still lost in the emotions from my thrashing. I would gag as his mighty cock hit the back of my throat. Each time his cock left my mouth he slapped me telling me to open up. Repeatedly it went into my mouth. Finally he came. I almost choked on it as my mouth filled with his sperm. He left me there bound to that pummel. I spent the night there with no relief. --- As I had said, my hair was the only thing on me that had not been feminized, but it was growing longer. One day Master Ian told me we were going to have come company that afternoon. I was to get dressed in a skirt and blouse, my best feminine lingerie under that and a pair of pumps. I was not to do my make up or do anything with my hair. I was to be dressed and ready for company at 2 PM. I came downstairs at the appointed time and met Master Ian in the living room. "Caroline, you have been coming along just nice, you are becoming a real sissy. In almost everything you have been as I have wanted you. Today I am going to introduce you to the next step in your feminization. Just as he said that the doorbell rang. "Well, don't just stand there. Go and answer it." I went and opened the door. Standing there were two women I had never met. Of course I was embarrassed to be in my sissy clothing, looking like a man in a skirt as usual. They came in, holding a couple of boxes of things. I took them from the new women and put them down. "Hello, you must be Caroline." Once again, as so often lately, I was blushing. "We are here to do you hair. Have you ever been in rollers?" "No, my hair has never been done like that." "Hi Ian, We can't wait to play with your sissy." They entered the kitchen. Master Ian had placed a chair there for the girls to use. They took me over to the sink and started to shampoo my hair, then they put in conditioners in it. They washed it out and brushed my hair and then took a package out of their things. Gina, the taller of the women, started to mix something. She had on a sweater and a skirt. A scarf was tied on her head to keep her hair in place and out of the way. Betty had on a pants set, but looked more like a beautician. It was a pink uniform type of thing. While Gina got ready, Betty dried my hair. "I really think light highlights would really look good with your color. We're going to streak it before setting it." I did not like the sound of that. My hair would really look really sissy streaked. "Sit down here." Said Betty. She took my wrists and tied each one to the armrests with a scarf. "I don't want you moving." Gina put on her latex gloves and started to put a cap on me. It was a rubber cap with holes in it. She started to pull tuffs of hair out of the holes. "This is to keep the color off your other hair. I don't want them to get mixed." She put on the chemicals and they smelled. Then they sat down and lit their cigarettes. "Well sweetie. Your first time. I like your look. You seem so sexy in girl's clothing. I wish more men would wear sexy things for us like we have to wear for them." Gina pulled my chair on the roller feet next to the sink and rinsed me off, then she pulled me back into the middle of the room. Betty had been taking rollers out of the box and set them down on the table. They put my cape back on. it was sissy pink of course. Betty started to trim my hair a bit to clean its lines and Gina started to roll it. Each part was rolled up really tight and sprayed with some kind of setting lotion. It did not take too long before my head was fully set in pink rollers. Betty took a scarf and tied it over my head. She told me how cute I looked in scarf and rollers. Gina did my makeup, the way girls do when they are going shopping. Master Ian asked me if he thought there was some way he could thank the girls for doing me. I just looked at him. "Girls, have you ever had your pussies licked by a sissy in rollers and a scarf?" They giggled and looked at me, my cheeks were getting red again. "That would be so much fun!" They untied my hands and retied them behind my back. I was led into the living room where Gina sat down and took off her panties. "Suck me, sissy." She demanded I did. It took over 20 minutes, but finally I could feel the woman having her orgasm under my face. When Betty took off her uniform pants and panties, she laughed as the sissy came close. "I haven't had a chance to shower since the other day, I hope you don't mind too much." I came close and started to lick her rank pussy. I loved to suck on pussy. The one on the other girl was very nice, clean, and fresh. This one tasted of piss and skank. I did what I could though. I worked my tongue through and all around her outer lips, circled her clitty and finally stuck my tongue in as deep as I could and worked it all around. I went back and sucked on her clitty till she also had her orgasm. Gina retied my scarf, as is had become tangled, and repaired my daytime makeup. They thanked me for a good time and said they would see me later. Master Ian handed me my purse and we went to the car. I was just getting used to carrying a purse. It had all my makeup, some feminine products, condoms, and a fresh pair of panties if I ever needed one for any reason. We came to a parking lot in back of a nightclub. I wondered about going to a club in the afternoon, especially the way I was dressed. We entered it and I was surprised to see a few couples. Most of the women were dressed very much like me, in casual clothing with their hair up in rollers and scarves. I knew that women wore scarves. I liked them too. What seemed out of place was that they all had them on. The men who were with them were chatting among themselves but the women seemed to be kind of quiet. Master Ian ordered us drinks and when the waitress delivered them I found a strawberry daiquiri in front of me. I was drinking a sissy drink too. Just them a man walked up to the table and greeted Master Ian. "This looks like a new face to me. Hello Ian." "Jim, I would like you to meet Caroline. It's his first time here." Of course I blushed at the fact that Ian referred to a feminine person as a him. "Does he know what kind of place this is?" "Not yet." Ian said smiling. "Caroline? What do you think of all these women here?" "They look like they are having a nice afternoon." "These women?" "Yes, these women." "Ian? What do you think of these women?" "What women?" I looked at my master. "Caroline, there isn't a woman in the bunch, each of them is a man just like you and each has had their hair done at Gina and Betty's salon. That's why the scarves and rollers. This is a sissy gay/drag bar. Lets go and meet the 'girls'". I had a great afternoon. It was the first time since putting on the panties and giving Master Ian a blowjob that I did not feel like a freak. I was now amongst the other "girls" and I felt right at home. They made me feel that way. Each one told me about how they became public transvestites, how they were turned out as cocksuckers, and just how much fun they now had as friends. I now knew that I had finally arrived. I was with girls like myself. I could be as sexy a slut as I wanted. I could dress as sexy as I wanted. I now had a home with friends who knew and understood my needs and wants. I held hands with another girl in a skirt and blouse, her head also in rollers and a scarf. She took up her purse and told Master Ian she would see him later, she had to go and get her hair brushed out with her new girlfriend. We walked out the door, hand in hand, sissies to the entire world.