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More than a Dance 4th installment in the ClubDance series By Becky Marie Prologue In our last installment, Bob/Missy experienced further humiliation at home and at work in his increasingly feminine attire. His dance classes continued and he was introduced to another sissy dancer, Dan/Daphne. Dan/Daphne was a forced-femme little sissy at the insistence of his stepmother and stepsister. Bob/Missy was also forced to endure much more time with his co-worker Joe Mitchell and was "promoted" at work to be executive assistant to one of his former female subordinates whom he had harassed in the past. Meanwhile, John, aka Jenni, descended into a more and more sissyish world, enduring the taunts of other ranchers at the feed store and being forced to exchange his prize rodeo horse for a paint pony for use in his new rodeo event - the barrel race. Chapter 1 - Cowgirl Up! John did not waste any time hurrying to the stock barn to check in for his rodeo event. He was amazed at the wide variety of people he encountered as he walked across the fairgrounds. There were many boy- boy and girl-girl couples and quite a few that he wasn't sure about. While most were dressed in traditional western attire, some were much more flamboyant in their dress - even more so than his sissy outfit. When his place in line reached the registration table, he gave his name as Jenni Thompson, the name Carol had insisted he use when he completed his registration form. The woman behind the counter gave him a knowing smile and looked through the file for his registration packet. Once found, she asked John for his photo id. John was visibly shaken up as he stammered "A photo id? Of me?" in reply. "Yes, of course" replied the woman. "It was very clear in the registration instructions that photo identification would be required. We can't have our amateur participants sending a 'ringer' in their place." John sheepishly reached into his tooled leather handbag and retrieved his leather woman's wallet, also beautifully hand-tooled to match his bag. He drew out his driver's license and handed it to the woman. "There must be some kind of a mistake, miss" the woman began. "This ID is for John Thompson and the registration is for a Jenni. Are you registering for yourself or for your brother?" The woman at registration clearly knew that John and Jenni were one and the same and took the opportunity to make the poor sissy squirm. "No, ma'am" whispered John. "I am both John and Jenni." "I mean..." he stammered, "...my real name is John and that is my ID but my wife likes to call me Jenni and that is the name she demanded that I use in my registration." "Your wife demanded that you use the name Jenni in your registration?" the woman inquired. "Yes, she insisted that since I am entering a girl's event that I should have a girl's name" he replied. "She also insisted that I dress in this kind of feminine outfit for the event." "Kind of feminine!?!" the woman exclaimed. "You are dressed prettier than 75% of the girls here this weekend! While this is unusual, it is not unprecedented as, with a gay rodeo, you see all kinds of interesting things. That being said, however, I'll need someone to vouch for you that you really are the person who completed the registration form." "Yes ma'am" replied John. "I'll go find my wife and she can help sort this out." John looked everywhere for Carol. He walked around the fairgrounds twice and was getting desperate, as the registration desk was about to close. In a panic, he saw Bob across the road and rushed over to ask him to vouch for his identity. Bob was looking even more darling as Joanne had added a satin jacket to the dance teams' outfits. The jacket was pink and had Bob's femme name embroidered on the left breast and across the back was embroidered 'Frilly Fillies', apparently the name Joanne had coined for her sissy dance troupe. "Bob, thank god I've found you!" cried John. "Registration is about to close and they need someone to vouch for my identify as I'm registered as Jenni but my driver's license obviously says John." "Don't worry, John. I can help you." replied Bob. "I have almost an hour before I have to be back for warm-ups". At that moment, Joe Mitchell walked out of the barn and approached Bob and John. "Well, Missy" he began. "Who is your little girlfriend? You are just full of surprises, I didn't know you belonged to a little sissy sorority". "Oh Joe, hi" stuttered Bob. "This is John. He's Carol's husband. You know Carol, my old assistant? And John, this is Joe Mitchell from my office". "Well I'll be" responded Joe. "Carol has her own little sissy at home she can play with just like at the office! You two make a darling pair." "C'mon Bob, we have to run to make it on time" exclaimed John. What a sight to behold, two sissies sashaying down the road past the cattle barns in their feminine little outfits. Bob looked particularly cute with his little flirty skirt flying in the breeze offering a glimpse at his pretty panties to anyone interested to look. Joe decided that he would follow along just for the sheer entertainment. When they arrived back at the stock barn, John rushed up to the registration table, dragging Bob along by the hand. They waited in the short line for only two or three minutes before the woman at the desk invited them to the table. Out of breath, John pleaded with the woman "I can't find my wife anywhere! Can my friend Bob vouch for my identify, please?" The registration clerk looked Bob up and down and shook her head in disbelief. "Would this precious thing be your friend Bob?" she inquired. "The name on the jacket says Missy. Are we going to have the same problem all over again? I'm guessing Missy's driver's license has the same problem as yours does, Sugar." Bob's face flushed and John's sunk in despair. Carol was surely going to kill him if he didn't get into the event. "I can vouch for them both" chimed Joe Mitchell. "I work with this little thing and his sissy friend's wife works at the same office. The two sissies really are who they say they are and it would probably be a good idea for them to get some ID that matches their new styles and nicknames." The woman at registration smugly handed John the competition packet and told him he was to pin the number to the back of his blouse. She dismissed them with a hint of disgust and turned to the others in the booth lamenting the strange characters she had encountered and it was only the first day. Chapter 2 - One, two, three - step, kick After helping get John sorted out, Bob hurried back to the exhibits barn to meet the other boys in his dance troupe for their final warm- up. When he entered the hall, Dan ran up to him with a frantic look on his face. "Bob!" he squealed. "I was so worried. Your wife was here a while ago looking for you and she was very unhappy to learn that you had left with that man from your office". "I just went outside for some air." replied Bob. "I couldn't help it that Joe followed me out there. And then a friend of mine needed my help and time just got away." "Well, she and Joanne are out looking for you right now" Dan continued. "And they told the other boys that when they found you, they were going to give you a real old-fashioned spanking, right here in front of the other dancers. I don't think they were kidding, Bob." A worried look came across Bob's face as the thought of being spanked in public occurred to him. Not only the pain he would endure troubled him, but the humiliating idea of being spanked by his wife in front of these other simpering sissies would degrade him beyond belief. He would immediately become the weakest among the weaklings. Dan noticed the concern on his friend's face and reached out to hug him affectionately. Just as Bob buried his face in Dan's shoulder, Karen and Joanne walked into the hall. "Isn't that just precious!" shouted Karen. "My little sissy is hugging his pretty little boyfriend. Is Daphne congratulating you on your first experience with a man - your macho boyfriend Joe?" "No," replied Bob as he and Dan quickly parted, each smoothing their skirts in a very unmanly gesture. "it is nothing like that! I can't help it that Joe followed me outside and that while we were out there that John needed my help!" "What help did that sissy cowboy need?" demanded Karen. "He had problems at the rodeo event registration because the name on his registration did not match his photo ID. He needed someone to vouch for him. Lucky for us that Joe was there since they didn't believe me either since my real name doesn't match the name on my dance team jacket." Bob explained. "Well I guess that Joe Mitchell must be your knight in shining armor!" Karen retorted. "We'll have to think of something special that you and cow-girly can do to show your appreciation later." Joanne chimed in, "Let's get busy, girls! We only have 15 minutes until we perform and we've wasted enough time trying to track down this sissy. We'll take care of the punishment for tardiness later but now we need to get ready." Dan took Bob's hand as the worried look returned to his face and they both rejoined the group. Joanne lined them up and had them walk through their routine one more time. The dance she had choreographed would ensure that the audience and, more importantly, the judges would get plenty of good looks at their panty covered pansy behinds. After the walkthrough, the team took off their satin jackets and lined up in the staging area. The dance group competing before them were three very macho cowboys decked out in ranch attire. They performed a traditional Shottish to "Cotton Eyed Joe". They were very good and looked very attractive in their incredibly tight Wrangler jeans. The largely male audience, nearly all gay, particularly appreciated the telltale bulges that each of the men was sporting. Bob wondered whether they were packing socks in their pants, they were so well endowed. The all male judging panel also seemed very impressed by both the dancing and the physiques. A couple of the boys on Bob's dance team even flirted with the cowboys as they left the stage, inviting them to stay and watch their dance routine. The emcee introduced their team as the Frilly Fillies and Bob's team took the stage. The music started and they moved effortlessly through their routine to "The Yellow Rose of Texas". Joanne had borrowed the choreography from a local high school drill team and the team did every bit as good a job as the teenage girls had done on some Friday night at halftime. Quite intentionally, there were many provocative moves and lots of bottom shaking. At one point in the routine, the boys did a kick-line that would have made the Kilgore Rangerettes proud. Both the audience and judges were clearly impressed. The audience responded with a standing ovation (and quite a few catcalls and raunchy invitations.) The judges were delighted with the performance and encouraged the team to do an encore of the kick-line. Joanne, Karen and the other wives/girlfriends/mothers met the team backstage and congratulated them on their wonderful performance. The sissies were all jumping up and down and hugging each other, not conscious of the fact that they were dressed up in sissy outfits and had just finished dancing a sissy dance in front of hundreds of gay men. In all of the commotion, Dan's stepmother and stepsister found Dan and Bob hugging and squealing like teenage girls. "Well, you two sure do make a sight" she exclaimed. "I am so happy that my Daphne was lucky enough to find such a sweet little boyfriend. The two of you make a darling pair and we simply have to make sure that you spend more time together. Missy, would you please introduce me to your significant other?" "Yes..." Bob stuttered, scanning the enthusiastic crowd for Karen. "She's right over here, ma'am." Bob led Dan and his stepfamily over to Karen who was having an animated conversation with Joanne. "Hi Missy!" Karen cheered. "You were so wonderful up there on stage. I'm very proud of you and the rest of the boys. In fact, I'm so proud that Joanne and I decided that we would forgive your earlier transgressions and not give you your spanking after all." "A spanking." commented Dan's stepmother. "That's really too bad. I would have enjoyed very much seeing your little Missy with his skirt up, his panties down and his bottom bright red from a good old fashioned over the knee spanking!" "Pardon me?" responded Karen. "Oh, my apologies!" she answered. "How rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Elizabeth Porter and this is my daughter, Brenda. My sissy stepson is one of your husband's sissy friends from the dance studio. Your sissy was kind enough to bring the little darling home from dance one day recently and we had a very nice visit". "How very nice to meet you Elizabeth." replied Karen. "And you too Brenda. Missy, stop being so impolite and introduce me to your little boyfriend." "Karen" Bob began. "This is Dan from the dance studio. He takes all of the same classes as me." "Why he sure doesn't look like a Dan to me" scoffed Karen. "Tell me precious, what is your real name?" Dan stuttered "My step-mother and step-sister call me Daphne, ma'am." "And he refers to me as Mommy and to his sister Brenda as Sis" added Elizabeth. "Well you two make such a cute pair that we'll have to set up a play date soon" said Karen. "I'm sure you would have such a lovely time comparing clothes, sharing make-up secrets and talking about boys!" "Great minds sure do think a lot." responded Elizabeth. "Brenda and I were just telling Daphne and Missy that they need to get together soon. We should set something up for next weekend. We have a lovely home and would be delighted if you both could come calling next Saturday. The boys can play their girly games and we can have a nice conversation over tea or cocktails. Should we say 2:00 pm?" "That would be very nice." replied Karen. "Since Missy obviously knows the way I'll have him drive us over in his cute little car and we'll be there at two. I look forward to getting to know you better and I'm sure we both have some wonderful stories to share." Chapter 3 - Giddyup! Karen, Bob and the Porter family made their way over to the arena just in time for the start of the barrel race competition. Karen and Elizabeth demanded that Bob and Dan hold hands while they walked to the arena and insisted that the two sissies sit together in the grandstands. As they were walking up the stairs to their seats next to Carol, Joe Mitchell again appeared behind them and complimented them on their pretty undies, easily detected under the short skirts as they ascended the stairs. Bob was not at all pleased when Karen invited Joe to join them in the stands to watch the event. "When does your sissy boyfriend race, Bobbi?" asked Joe. "He looked so sweet when he was fretting over his registration!" "Please stop calling me Bobbi. I think he goes sixth, but I don't have a program to tell for sure." answered Bob. "Well I have one Missy, what was the sissy's name again?" said Joe. "He will be in the program as Jenni Thompson." responded Carol. "I can't wait to see if there are any other sissies in the barrel race this year." "You were right Bobbi, I mean Missy" said Joe. "Jenni Thompson is the sixth contestant. He goes right after my sister Sam." "Your sister is in this event, Joe?" asked Carol. "I didn't know you had a sister and sure didn't know you were from ranch stock." "Well, I got away from the ranch just as fast as I could" explained Joe. "I never could stand it. My father was pretty disappointed that I had no interest in following in his footsteps since I am the oldest and his only son. Samantha was always much more interested in the ranch than I was. She's always been kind of a tom-boy. She always preferred Sam over Samantha and jeans over dresses. Not that my mother didn't try to get her to be more girly." "So why is your sister in this rodeo?" asked Carol. "I guess I wasn't clear about that." Joe went on. "Sam is a lesbian. She and her partner now run the ranch since my father passed away. My mother lives in a small house on the ranch and Sam and Patty have the main house. I'll introduce you to them after the event. Maybe Sam can give your sissy some pointers on barrel racing." The event began and the times for the first few riders were very good. The group got their first look at Sam when she took her turn. She was dressed much less femininely than John. In fact, she was so butch looking that she could easily have been mistaken for a man. As she was racing, a very pretty young woman in a summery sundress stood and shouted encouragement. "That's Patty, my sister's partner." explained Joe. "It is not too hard to tell who is the butch and who is the femme in their relationship!" Sam finished her turn in first place with an incredible time. John was up next and though he had been practicing very hard, at Carol's insistence, there was little hope that he could beat the first place time or even place at all for that matter. As he came out and headed for the first barrel, his fan club stood and cheered him on. "Come on boys" Karen shouted. "Stand up and cheer your fellow sissy on!" Bob and Dan reluctantly stood and cheered also, drawing unwanted attention to themselves in the process. Carol forced them to stand on the seats and jump up and down, screaming "C'mon Jenni" in falsetto voices, imitating cheerleaders at a football game. The others in the crowd enjoyed the display very much and paid almost as much attention to the sissy cheerleaders jumping up and down in their tiny skirts as they did to the race. Not surprisingly, John's attire was much more feminine than any of the other contestants. His pink leopard print top and the matching hatband on his pink Stetson matched beautifully with the saddle blanket on Cupcake. If John didn't win the best time, he sure qualified for best dressed. As John rounded the last barrel, it began to occur to Carol that he might have a competitive time after all. Everyone around the group of women and the sissies began to cheer along with Bob and Dan. John passed the finish line with a second place time, 2 tenths of a second behind Joe's sister, Sam. When John emerged from the stalls and joined the group in the stands, Carol gave him a huge hug and heaped praise of the sissy's success in the event. "Jenni, I am so proud of you" she exclaimed. "This is your first rodeo and you did so well! I'm going to have to think of some treat for you for doing so well. Maybe we can go ahead and get one of those fancy saddles like Darla has and get your name tooled into the leather declaring to all who see it what a wonderful sissy you are". John replied "That is all I need" with a shrug. "You two need to go congratulate your boyfriend. Give him a nice sissy hug and a kiss" Karen said to Bob and Dan. "Jenni, did you hear your sissy cheerleaders, Missy and Daphne cheering you on?" "I was concentrating on the race but I did hear a commotion as I rounded the second barrel. It sounded like a couple of screech owls hollering from the stands." replied John. Bob and Dan meekly approached John and each gave him a brief hug and a peck on the cheek. "Now is that any way to congratulate a special friend?" Elizabeth scolded. "Now both of you give him a sincere hug and kiss him the way the two of you kissed when you said your goodbyes at my house last week." Karen's eyebrows rose as she heard that instruction and made a mental note to follow-up on Missy's kissing style later. Just then, Joe's sister Sam and her partner Patty came up and hugged Joe. "What did you think of your sister, Joe?" asked Patty. "Wasn't she just terrific?" "She sure was!" replied Joe as he hugged his sister. "I'm very proud of you sis. Dad would be too." "Thanks sweetheart" replied Sam. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" Joe made the introductions and both Sam and Patty took particular interest in Bob, Dan and especially John. "I didn't know that you had such an eclectic group of friends, Joe." said Patty. "I'm particularly interested in knowing more about John. Or is it Jenni?" Carol chimed in "Oh, we think Jenni is more appropriate given her attire. Don't you?" "Well yes." replied Sam. "He's clearly the prettiest cowboy here, probably prettier than the cowgirls too! I'm dying to hear your stories." Karen and Carol explained the background to their husbands' predicaments. Sam and Patty took great interest in the boys. Sam was especially interested to learn of the humiliation that Joe had contributed to Bob's ordeal. "Joe, is it true that you've been teasing these poor boys" Sam asked. "They are only trying to please their wives and look as nice as they can. How dare you tease them. It reminds me of the teasing you gave me when Mom would dress me in those frilly dresses that I hated so much". Joe suddenly went pale. "Now Sam, we don't have to get into that ancient history, now do we?" Patty interrupted "Joe, I seem to recall hearing stories about you teasing Sam and the interesting consequences of that teasing." Joe's face went from pale to bright red at Patty's comment. "I'd love to hear those stories!" exclaimed Carol. "Me too!" agreed Karen. "Joe here has been giving my sissy a pretty hard time at work. Not to say that the little pansy doesn't deserve it. One day last week, Joe had Missy in tears as he unzipped the rear zipper in his slacks as Missy was bent over getting some supplies. His panties were on display for anyone who happened by at that moment." "That sounds awfully familiar. Joe always seemed to have an interest in seeing a girl's panties. Well, why don't we all go over to the main pavilion and have a drink" said Sam. "I'm desperate for a cold long- neck and we can get comfortable and swap stories. Just let me get my horse taken care of and I'll meet you over there." "Great idea, Sam" responded Carol. "Jenni, you need to get Cupcake taken care of also and then we'll see about that drink. Joe, why don't you and the others go ahead and get us a table. It should be great fun!" Joe, Karen, Bob and the Porters made their way to the pavilion. Bob and Dan continued to draw attention from passersby as they walked across the fairgrounds. A few people recognized them from the dance competition and came up to congratulate them. When asked if they had won, the sissies had to reply that they would not hear until the grand finale at 8 pm that night. Chapter 4 - Joe's story The group reconvened at the saloon in the main pavilion. Karen and Elizabeth chose a large table near the dance floor where several male couples were two-stepping around the floor. "Missy and Daphne, if you play your cards right, you could have full dance cards tonight in this place" teased Brenda. "I'll bet some of those hunky guys would love a spin on the dance floor with boys as pretty as you two. I'd fancy some of them myself but don't guess I'm really their type as I don't have the appropriate equipment in my panties!" she laughed. "Do those leotards have snap crotches, boys?" asked Patty. "Those randy cowboys will want easy access to what they want from you and it will be awfully awkward if you have to completely undress to take care of them". Bob and Dan blushed and lowered their heads at the suggestion that they be hooked up with gay cowboys. "We're not that way, Patty." cried Bob. "Not that there's anything wrong with that" added Dan. Sam and John soon joined the table and Sam ordered her long desired beer. She offered the same to Jenni but Carol insisted that he have something more girly like a white wine spritzer or a fruity drink. "Now that we're all settled Sam." said Carol. "I'm dying to hear those stories about Joe teasing girls." As Joe squirmed quietly back in his seat, Sam proceeded to tell the group about she and Joe's life on the ranch. She told of how her mother had always wanted a girl after Joe was born. When Sam was young, her mother always dressed her in the frilliest outfits and tried to make her as feminine as possible with a room decorated in pink lace and frills and dozens of dolls, dollhouses and accessories. As Sam grew older she resisted more and more the girly outfits, preferring jeans and t-shirts. Her mother tried to interest her in domestic activities such as cooking and sewing but Sam instead always wanted to be working in the barn with her father or riding horses and caring for the herd. The older she got, the more of a tomboy she became. Since Joe had little interest in the ranch and preferred to read books and play in his room, their father was happy to have someone to help him without constant prodding and cajoling. Occasionally, their mother would win out and Sam would be dressed in one of the many frilly dresses filling her closet along with all of the trimmings, particularly on Sundays. On those occasions, Joe would tease her unmercifully. He was constantly lifting her skirts to display the frilly panties she was forced to wear, pulling her hair that had been brushed into pigtails tied with ribbons and bows instead of the braids she normally wore and generally being a menace. Sam vowed that she would get back at her brother some day and plotted for many weeks how she could get her revenge. One day in November, their father told Joe and Sam that he and their mother were going to go to a ranchers' conference several hours away. They were planning to be gone for two nights and asked the two children, now in their early teens, if they could take care of things themselves. Joe was eager to have some independence and Sam saw an ideal opportunity to exact her revenge for Joe's awful behavior. On the morning of their parents' departure, they were left with instructions to take care of things on the ranch and to not fight for the entire two days. As soon as they left the drive, Sam began putting her revenge plan in motion. Joe went down the road to the nearest ranch to meet up with a friend from school. While he was gone, Sam rounded up all of his clothes and locked them away in a tack locker in the stable. She replaced his clothes with the frilliest of those things Sam's mother had accumulated. While Joe was a year and a half older than Sam, she was slightly larger than he and she knew he would be able to easily fit into her things. When Joe returned an hour or so later, Sam asked him if he would help her with a rope trick she'd been practicing. He unwittingly agreed and before he knew what was happening, he was tied to a rafter in the barn. Sam informed her captured sibling that she was going to get back at him for all of the teasing she had endured. Joe was no match for Sam's strength she had developed working the ranch while her idle brother loafed around the house. With little struggle she was able to remove his clothes and he found himself tied up in the barn, completely naked. Sam took the clothes he was wearing and locked them with his others in the stable. She retuned with a bucket of water from the well and doused him with the ice cold water. As the barn was not heated, it was not long before Joe was begging to be released and allowed to get into some clothes and into the warm house. Sam let him beg for quite a while before she offered him a deal - wear what she instructed for the remainder of their parents' absence and she would let him in. Possibly not knowing what he was getting himself in to and desperate to get warm, Joe agreed to her demands. Sam went to a box that she had brought down to the barn earlier that afternoon and pulled some items from it. She had her back to Joe and he could not see what she was taking from the box but he, nonetheless, had a feeling of dread. When Sam turned to him, she was holding a matching pink bra and panty set. He recognized the panties as some that she had worn when she'd last been forced by their mother to wear a dress. Joe had seen the panties before because he had lifted the skirt of her prissy dress while teasing her in his usual fashion. Sam held up the panties and matching bra saying "Remember these Joe? You got a good look at them last time I wore them because you kept lifting my skirt playing your perverted game" she sneered. "Well' she continued. "You are going to get a very up-close and personal look at them today because you'll be wearing them. You thought is was so funny when you teased me each time I was forced to wear these hated clothes. Let's see how funny you think it is when the tables are reversed!" "Don't be ridiculous, Sam" cried Joe. "I'm not going to wear your underwear!" "Oh, you will" she replied. "And you will also get to wear everything else that goes with them. You see, unless you want to stay tied up here naked all day and night in the freezing cold, you'll wear what I say. You agreed to that a little while ago." "I didn't know that you were going to make me wear your clothes!" he retorted. "Doesn't matter. In fact, you can consider them your clothes now as I'm going to make you wear these ridiculous frilly outfits every chance I get." Resigned to his fate, Joe allowed Sam to pull the panties on him followed by the lacy bra. She then took out her Polaroid camera and took several pictures of him. She made sure that you could not tell he was tied up in the pictures. After putting the pictures in a safe place, she returned to the barn and told Joe that she was about to untie him. She warned, however, that he was going to continue to follow her instructions or everyone on the school bus on Monday would see the pictures of him in the pretty panties and bra. Knowing that she would follow through on her threat, Joe reluctantly agreed to do as she said. After being released from the rope, he sat on a bale of hay and rubbed his sore wrists. Sam handed him a pair of white pantyhose and told him to put them on. "I don't even know how to put these on." Joe complained. "Just roll them up like donuts and pull them carefully up your legs and over your panties. You will get plenty of practice in the future and will be an expert in no time" she explained. "And you better not put any runs in them!" Joe complied and pulled the pantyhose on as instructed. He was then told to put on his new dress - a pink and white floral dress made of organza. It was one of the most feminine dresses in her closet. She particularly hated this dress as when she last wore it, Joe had pulled the skirt up in front of a crowd of boys at Sunday school. She had never been so humiliated in her life and began plotting her revenge on that very day. When Joe had the dress on, she buttoned the pearly buttons in the back and tied the wide sash into a pretty bow. "Now put your shoes on, Jill" Sam demanded. "Who is Jill?" "You are. I've decided that your new name is Jill and that is what you will be called whenever you are dressed in your sissy clothes?" Joe bent down and put the white flats on and looked back at Sam. "Well you won't have to worry about renaming me since I'll never be wearing these things again after Mom & Dad get back". "We'll see about that, won't we? We'll start you out with flats" she explained. "Later on, we'll graduate you to some pumps with a nice heel on them." After Joe was dressed, Sam took him into the house and forced him to pose for more pictures. She insisted that he look like he was enjoying himself under threat that the pictures of him in her panties and bra would be passed around the school bus. Again, she hid the pictures in a safe place. Joe quickly discovered that all of his clothes had been removed from his room and that we was doomed to stay in Sam's clothes until she decided she had punished him enough. Joe didn't understand that Sam had no intention of this punishment ending after their parents returned. "Since you are the girl of the house now Jill and I have to take care of all of the ranch chores, I want you to make us some lunch" Sam instructed. As Sam went back outside to take care of the daily chores, Joe sat at the kitchen table and tried to think of a way to get out of his predicament. It occurred to him that if he tried really hard to make Sam happy she might forgive him and let him off the hook. He resolved to do whatever he could to make Sam think he had changed his stripes in hopes that she would get over his awful behavior and let bygones be bygones. Joe decided the first thing he should do was to make a really nice lunch for Sam. He got up and started working on preparing a nice meal. Their standard lunch of sandwiches and chips wouldn't do so he began preparing a nice pasta dish and decided to make a salad to go with it. To avoid messing up Sam's dress and further angering her, he decided to put on one of his mother's aprons while he was making the lunch. Joe's mother was very girly and so all of her aprons were very prissy. He chose the first one he saw and tied as good a bow as he could and set to work on making the lunch. As he was leaning down to get the salad vegetables from the crisper in the refrigerator, he heard the back door slam shut. "Hey Sam!" he said without turning around. "I was just starting to fix your lunch. I thought you might enjoy a nice salad and that pasta dish you like so well." "What in the world is going on here, Joe!" screamed his mother. "Why are you dressed in Samantha's dress and my apron?" "Mom!" cried Joe. "What are you doing home?" "Your father didn't feel well so we turned back" she answered. "It sure appears that you weren't expecting us back the way you're dressed". At that moment, Sam came rushing into the kitchen. "Joe, what did I tell you about wearing my clothes!?! she screamed. "Mom, I've caught him now three times wearing my dresses and other things and I've warned him that I would tell you and Dad if I caught him again. I'll bet he's wearing my underwear too!" "Wait a second!" Joe begged. "You made me wear this dress!" His mother interrupted, "It doesn't look to me like you were forced to do anything, Joe. You've even gone to the trouble to wear one of my prettier aprons to keep Samantha's nice dress neat I wouldn't be at all surprised to learn that you're dressed girly from the skin. That blush tells me everything I need to know. I'm going to have to discuss this with your father and decide how to deal with this situation. You go up to your room and I'll call you when I'm ready to discuss this further." "Sam, I need my clothes to change" Joe said. "No, Joe, you keep those clothes on until I tell you to change" his mother replied. Sam went back outside to the stable to get Joe's clothes and return them before he could convince their parents that this was all her doing. As she dropped them all on the bed, she saw that Joe had been crying. "I'm glad to see that you finally understand what humiliation feels like" she scolded. "I think I'm really going to enjoy this!" Joe's mother instructed him to return to the kitchen where he found her and his father sitting at the table. Sam was also in the kitchen. Joe's father did a double-take when he saw his son enter the room wearing such a frilly dress. He did not make any comments, just shook his head in bewilderment. "Joe, take a seat." instructed his mother. Joe sat roughly in his chair and slumped down as far under the table as he could get. "Joe, you stand up this instant and sit correctly!" his mother demanded. "You will not mess up that pretty dress. Now smooth the skirt under your bottom as you sit down and sit straight in your chair with your back straight." Joe did as he was instructed and grew even more shamed as his father's expressions seemed more disgusted with every passing moment. Following his mother's instructions, he sat with his back straight and against the chair back and folded his hands in his lap. "We have had a family conference, Joe, and have made some decisions regarding your behavior" his mother started. "You have been an absolute menace to your sister when she was dressed in things like you are wearing. I now believe that it was jealousy that drove that behavior. You enjoyed lifting her skirts as you wanted a peek at her pretty panties as you were wishing you could be wearing them. You have never shown any interest in ranch work, preferring a soft life in the house. One could argue that you and Samantha have reversed traditional roles." Joe's father spoke for the first time. "Joe, I've been worried about you for quite awhile." he said. "I've been worried that not forcing you to work the ranch would turn you into a softy. It appears that I didn't appreciate just how big a problem that would become. Just look at you! Sitting there with your soft hands folded in the lap of a pretty dress like a little girl waiting on her date to arrive. Well, I've instructed your mother that she is to take responsibility for raising you now. If you don't want to be a ranch hand, you'll be a ranch wife. I'll not tolerate you now carrying some weight around here in some way. I'll just have to consider Sam the son you never became. And I guess your going to become the daughter that your mother always wanted Sam to become. You'll start right now by fixing that lunch you started. Ranch work generates an big appetite so lunch better be more than pasta and salad." Joe's mother took over. "Joe, from today forward, you will be trained to be a ranch wife whenever you are home. I will expect you to act accordingly and you will absolutely dress the part. Other than the time you spend at school, you will dress like a teenage girl hoping to be some ranch owner's future wife. Since you never had any interest in FFA, we'll see what you think of FHA! Now get started on that lunch." "Sam, let's go get to work on those chores." instructed her father. "I'm sure the ladies will call us when lunch is ready." Chapter 5 - Back to the future for Joe "So Joe spent the rest of high school being the best daughter a rancher could expect." Sam concluded. "After he went away to college, Patty took his place as the ranch wife. Looks like he is back to his old habits again, though. He may need a refresher course!" Karen and Carol could see the gleam in Sam's eyes as she finished telling Joe's story. Joe had become more and more uncomfortable as the story continued and his face was now a bright shade of crimson. "Well, well, well" began Carol. "That is a fascinating story, Joe. Why didn't you tell us that you knew more of Missy's predicament that we would have ever guessed?" Joe exclaimed "That is all in the past - ancient history!" "Well, I agree with Sam that a refresher course may be in order." said Karen. "You have taken such delight in harassing our little sissies, maybe that old jealousy has returned. Do I see a hint of green, Joe?" "What kind of sissy to you wish to become Joe?" began Carol. "Or is it Jill? Do you want to go back to being a ranch wife like Patty and Jenni or would you rather be a city sissy with a nice office job?" "I'm not interested in either, thank you." replied Joe. "I'm a man and intend to remain a man. Like I said, that is all ancient history." "Well, the teasing and tormenting is not ancient history, Joe." responded Sam. "It appears that those behaviors continue today. I'm happy to help Karen and Carol put things right, if they're interested in my help." "Well" said Carol. "A copy of some of those pictures would be a great help. A little leverage to help keep Jill in line would be valuable." "Oh, that's easy." replied Sam. "We have a photo album full of pictures from Jill's teen years. He really did make a wonderful rancher's daughter, if you know what I mean!" "Sam!" declared Karen. "You've got to share some more of your stories!" "All in due time, girls" said Sam. "All in due time..." "Joe, I think there are some definite changes in your future" said Carol. "A very near future, for sure!" "We better get over to the exhibit hall for the awards ceremony, boys and girls" said Elizabeth. "I'm dying to see how our sissy dance team did in their competition. And it looks like both Sam and Jenni are going to get prizes for their event!" "Wouldn't it be great if all of our sissies won some kind of prize today" said Karen. "We'll all be so proud!" Chapter 6 - And the winner is... The group adjourned to the exhibit hall. Joe followed along behind with a very distressed look on his face. It was almost as if he was headed for the gallows. The group found some seats together in the hall just before the awards ceremony was to begin. The emcee went through each of the rodeo events, cooking contests, animal judging and special events, including the dance team competition. For each, he called the top three winning places and each recipient was invited to the stage to accept their award, a gold, silver or bronze medal hanging from a rainbow colored ribbon. On the medal were a depiction of the event on one side and the gay rodeo association logo on the other. When the emcee got to the barrel race, he called Sam's and Jenni's names along with another woman who finished third. Sam escorted John to the stage and their appearance made them look like a cute male/female couple but it became clear pretty quickly that they were, in fact, a butch lesbian and a sissy boy. The lesbians in the audience cheered Sam but the gay men were much more enthusiastic about John. The gay cowboys shouted invitations for raunchy acts and a few shouted out their phone numbers. John was humiliated. They accepted their medals, posed for photos and returned to their seats. The rest of the rodeo awards were presented and the emcee announced that it was time for the special awards. The first of those was for the dance competition. Different than the earlier awards, the emcee invited the finalists to the stage without announcing their places. The Frilly Fillies, the studly cowboys who competed just before them and a mixed couples team were all invited to the stage. When Bob and Dan arrived on stage, they discovered that the third finalists were not mixed couples after all but gay couples with one partner in drag. The drag queens in that group were parodies of women. They looked and acted very camp and were very popular with the audience. The emcee asked each of the teams to do their signature moves, to which the Frilly Fillies responded with their kick line. That reprise was rewarded with a raucous ovation. The other two groups were also well received by the crowd, but the cowboys were much less appreciated by the lesbians in the crowd than the gay men. The sissy dance troupe was highly appreciated by everyone, men and women alike. After what seemed to Bob and Dan as an eternity being on display in their sissy outfits and being ogled by the men in the group, the emcee announced the winners, in reverse order. When he awarded second place to the three macho cowboys, the sissies and jumped and squealed with delight. Bob and Dan momentarily forgot their embarrassment and joined in the celebration with the rest of their sissy boy friends. The two of them jumped up and down and hugged each of the other sissies before lining up to receive their medals. The other two teams, all men came over and congratulated them. Most hugged and kissed the sissies and several groped the sissies' panty covered bottoms at the same time. Both Bob and Dan were asked for dates after the awards ceremony. They quietly declined the invitations but later had to admit to each other that they were flattered that they had been propositioned while some of the other boys, who were gay, were not. When the two sissies returned to their table, a waitress was just opening a bottle of champagne. "We bought you some bubbly to celebrate your great win!" said Karen. "And your sissy boyfriend Jenni was also a winner. And, of course, Sam too!" The sissies each were given a glass of the champagne. "Here's a toast to our little girly boys." declared Karen. "You all were wonderful today and each of you looks just darling. I can't wait for the next rodeo since this one was so much fun." "Hey, Joe" said Carol. "Don't look so glum. I know that it's hard being left out, but next time we'll find a competition for you to be in." Sam said "What a great idea. Patty and I will start thinking about what event would suit Joe and make sure he isn't left out of this sissy sorority next time." "Don't bother!" replied Joe. There was a big dance following the awards ceremony. Several suitors asked each of the sissies to dance but were rebuffed each time. Elizabeth did insist, however, that the sissies dance among themselves. She always hated being teased when she danced with her girlfriends at dances when the boys were too shy or ignorant to ask girls to dance. She wanted the sissies to share that experience. Sam demanded that Joe join the sissies in some of dances to even things up and create pairs for dances more suitable for couples. Each of the sissies were treated to at least one dance with Joe. Both Joe and the sissies were elated when someone finally suggested that they call it a day. What a day it had been! Chapter 7 - Do you take sugar with that? Another Monday and Bob was off back to the office. As was typical these days, Bob was dressed in his feminine suit, today in a khaki color. The thing that Karen loved about this suit was the pants. They had a low waist with a band and a side zip. As wit h most of his pants, they were also boot cut. The best thing about these pants, though, was the material. They were made of a stretchy chino-like material but were fairly thin and extremely snug on Bob's ass. The panties she chose for him today were string bikinis. The panty-lines with these panties were so obvious that you would have to be almost blind to not notice them. The jacket was short, coming to just below the waistband and offered an almost unobstructed view of Bob's pantied ass even without him having to bend over. Under the suit, he was wearing a tailored lavender blouse with a sharp collar, untucked and the same length as his jacket. His footwear today were a pair of brown boots with a higher than normal heel for his work outfits. All this combined to attract much attention to the sissy's bottom. The short jacket, clearly visible panty-lines and extra sway in his step caused by the higher heel on his boots were like a walking advertisement for feminization. Bob shrugged off stares and giggles as he sashayed into his new office area. He sat at his new cube next to Amy who complimented him on his trendy outfit. "You really should be more careful about your panty selection with that suit" suggested Amy. "Those bikinis leave pretty distinctive panty-lines. Of course, you may be trying to attract attention to your girly butt!" Bob tried to busy himself at his desk, organizing his supplies and arranging his pictures in the cubicle. He had a new one that he had added this morning of he and his sissy dance team friends getting their awards at the rodeo. "That's a new picture isn't it Bob?" asked Amy. "Who are the girls in that picture?" "Well, this is a picture of a dance team that won a competition at the rodeo this weekend" replied Bob. "Why do you have it, Bob?" she continued. "I didn't know there was a local rodeo this weekend. Oh wait a minute, you don't mean the gay rodeo?" "Yes" Bob stuttered. "It was taken at the gay rodeo. I'm part of the dance team. I'm the one second from the right." Amy looked closer at the picture and recognized Bob in the picture. She was very impressed with how cute their outfits were and forced Bob to tell her all about the event and the outfits. Bob grew more and more embarrassed as she probed him for more details. He was particularly shamed when she forced him to admit that some of the manly gay cowboys had asked him out and even groped his butt under his skirt. His new boss, Laura Simpson, caught the last bit of his story as she came out of her office. "Well, Bob" she said. "It does sound like you had an eventful weekend. I assure you that your work week will be eventful as well. I have high expectations for your performance in your new position and thought all weekend about the assignments you will be performing. That is a lovely suit by the way. Please get me a cup of coffee." "How do you take it, ma'am?" Bob asked. "One of the first lessons a good secretary learns is to figure out in advance what the boss' likes and dislikes are." she said. "I don't guess you've exactly passed your first test in flying colors. And rest assured, if you're thinking 'coffee, tea or me', I'll get to all of those eventually. I take mine black with sugar, thank you. " Laura retreated to her office as Bob swished over to the kitchen. He returned to Laura's office a few minutes later with her coffee. "Next time, Bob." she stated. "Use a tray to bring my coffee. I don't want any spills on the carpet in my area. Be glad I'm not having you wear an apron - at least, yet! Have a seat, Bob". As Bob sat in the chair opposite Laura's impressive executive desk, Laura looked him up and down. "Your office attire, while unconventional is attractive" she started. "I like my girls to look sharp in my area and I consider you just one of my girls now. Grooming is important to me and I want you to take your appearance very seriously. By tomorrow, I want those nails cleaned up and polished. You can start out using a neutral shade. A little mascara is also in order and some lip gloss. If you are going to insist on dressing as a sissy, you'll damn sure make an attractive one if you're going to work for me." "Yes, ma'am" mumbled Bob. "And another thing" she continued. "I think Bob is a bit too masculine a name for someone as delicate as you. What do you think of Bobbi?" "I prefer Bob, ma'am" "Well, that's too bad. I've already ordered the nameplate for your desk and I had them do BOBBI. Of course, I seem to recall Carol calling you Missy. Would that have been your preference?" she replied. "No, ma'am" he responded. "I prefer Bobbi over Missy. Thank you". Laura gave him a list of menial tasks to perform and gave him the morning to do them. On his way out of the office, she handed him a nail file and instructed him to file his nails between tasks. When he returned to his cube, Amy had already placed his nameplate on the counter of his administrative assistant's cube. Just as Laura had promised, his first name was spelled BOBBI. "Bobbi, I put your new name plate on your desk" Amy told him, giggling. "I hope everything is spelled correctly!" Bob realized he was in for a long day, perhaps a long career. Chapter 8 - It's rough being a slave to fashion More changes were taking place at John and Carol's ranch also. Unbeknownst to John, Carol had hired two ranch hands to take care of the ranch work. They showed up at the door just as John was beginning to prepare breakfast. "Jenni, hon." Carol said. "I forgot to tell you that I brought back some ranch hands to help with the ranch work. They'll start today, right after breakfast. Luke you'll remember from last year. Travis is new to the ranch his year. He is a friend of Sam's. She introduced us on Saturday at the rodeo." Oh no, John thought. Luke was a walking testosterone bomb with more than a mild distaste for gay or even effeminate men. And Travis, while not visibly so, was clearly a gay cowboy if they had met at the rodeo. Luke was a strapping hand but Travis was one and a half times his size. John was not sure which would be a bigger problem. Right now, however, he had a big enough problem to worry about. Making breakfast, John was dressed in what Carol described as one of his casual housewife outfits. He was decked out in pink Capri pants with a floral blouse tied at the waist. On his feet were a pair of platform soled flip-flops with pink beaded straps and over his outfit he was wearing one of Carol's most feminine aprons, tied in back with a fussy bow. His highlighted hair was covered with a bandana that matched the capris done Aunt Jamima- style. He was also wearing his daytime make-up and lots of jewelry and coordinated nail polish on his fingers and toes. "You two come on in." shouted Carol to the two cowboys who were waiting on the porch. "We'll get your day started with a nice big ranch breakfast!" As Travis came into the kitchen, he complimented John on his outfit and brushed his free hand across the sissy's butt as they shook hands. John was sure he'd seen him wink at him at the same time. Luke took a double-take as John came into his view. "What the hell is this?" Luke demanded. "What kind of a damn sissy are you? I've heard some rumors about you from down at the feed store but surely never thought they were true. Hell, you look like a woman! Ain't no way I'll be bending over to pick up anything in the barn within 40 acres of you." "Now, Luke" Carol interrupted. "Just sit down and we'll eat breakfast. There have been a few changes around here and you're just going to have to get used to them. That is, if you want to keep the ranch hand position this year." "A few changes!" Luke declared. "Looks to me like there's some major changes. If I didn't need the work, I'd be walking right out that door. I sure as hell am not looking forward to working with some faggot like John's become!" "I'd recommend you watch your language, mister" Travis responded. "There's no point using such disparaging language. You could be insulting more than just one person sitting here today." Intimidated by the giant new ranch hand, Luke new better than to push his luck. He vowed to himself that he would get even with John someday for putting him in this awkward spot. He would just have to look for the right opportunity, he thought to himself. John served breakfast to the two hands and Carol and then sat down and ate himself. He was so uncomfortable that he just picked at his food. "Well, John" declared Travis. "That was one heck of a meal. How come you're not eating yours? Guess you must be watching your waist." "While it is true that he's keeping a close eye on his figure these days" Carol responded. "He's just acting a little shy around you two big guys. He's probably feeling a little inferior. Now sweetie, clear the table and take care of the dishes. Luke knows his way around the ranch and he can get started showing Travis around. You can join them after you change into something a bit more appropriate." While John took care of the dishes, Luke showed Travis around the ranch and they divided the chores. Luke made a point to divide the chores such that he and Travis would not be anywhere near each other. After the dishes were taken care of, John went upstairs to change. He intended to choose the most masculine outfit in his wardrobe for the first day with the ranch hands. It occurred to him, however, that more likely he would be attempting to choose the least feminine and there was nothing particularly masculine among his outfits. Just referring to them as outfits was inference enough. "Jenni, you'd better hurry up and get changed or it will be time to come in and fix lunch before you get anything done out there" shouted Carol. "Please don't call me that in front of the boys" John begged. "Well it will be hard, but I promise I will try." replied Carol. "I'll just have to come up with a few more pet names because I refuse to call you John! You'll probably prefer Sugar, Petal, Butterfly, Blossom, Sweetie, Poopsie, Poppet or Honey-bunch to Jenni, won't you?" she teased. "I've laid you clothes out on the bed. Get your buns in gear and get dressed. I'm sure the boys are wondering where the heck you are." John's heart sunk as he entered the bedroom and saw what Carol had laid out for him to wear. On the bed, in addition to the typical frilly panties and bra, was a gaucho outfit. The suede pants and matching bolero jacket were in a peanut color. The jacket had a beaded fringe with crystals. The tan blouse was peasant style with ruffled cuffs that would extend beyond the sleeves of the jacket. There was also a matching belt that had a shell buckle and bolero hat with a chin cord. The boots she had purchased to go with the outfit were fawn colored pair of retro cowgirl western boots with flower and bird inlays in red and purple on the long shaft. There was a chrome tip on the pointy toes. The 11/2 inch fashion heels were higher than on any of his other boots, even the women's that had been added to his collection recently. "Don't you just adore that new outfit, Jenni?" Carol said in her most syrupy voice. "Gauchos are back in this year and you will be at the forefront of the style. Now hurry up and get dressed or I'll send you out in just your panties and bra!" "Ok, I'll hurry" John replied. "Are you sure I have to wear this outfit? Please let me wear something a little less foppish!" he begged. "You will wear that outfit and you will wear it proudly!" she demanded. "I bought that for you for this special day. I was sure you would want to look your best on your first day working with the new ranch hands. I will give you a choice, though." "Great!" exclaimed John excitedly. "What's the other choice?" "Ill show you." said Carol as she walked to the closet. When she turned back, she was holding a gingham square dance dress with at least two huge petticoats. "You can wear this instead, if you prefer. Though I'm not sure how practical it is for getting any outdoors work done." she teased. "Oh God!" cried John. "No, there's no way I'm wearing that ridiculous thing! I'll wear this awful thing instead." "You had better show some appreciation for the outfits I choose for you in the future or you'll find yourself dressed like a four year old on her way to a birthday party!" Carol warned. John apologized for his outburst and quickly got dressed in the gaucho outfit. He was sure he would look ridiculous and was humiliated when he finally looked at himself in the mirror. Carol gushed about how darling he looked in the outfit and instructed him to freshen his lipstick and shooed him out the door. "Get back here in time to make lunch my little cowgirl!" she shouted. "I'm sure the men will be hungry after a hard morning's work." Chapter 9 - Good help is hard to find Joe did not look forward to work today. It would be his first day with his new boss, Carol and he was still upset that Sam had shared his deep, dark secret with all of those people this weekend. All of the women kept hinting that they were going to use the information against him and he was afraid of his fate should that happen. He ran into Carol as he walked to the elevator in the parking garage. "Good morning, Joe" said Carol cheerfully. "Are you fully recovered from the weekend?" "I'm fine, Carol. Thanks" replied Joe quietly. "That's great." said Carol. "I'd like to see you in my office at 10 am to discuss my new organization and your recent performance. There are also a few disciplinary items we need to discuss." Joe was beside himself. As he had worried, Carol was sure to punish him for teasing Bob. Now that she new of the secrets from his childhood, he was sure she was going to use that information to her advantage. At 9:45, Carol called Joe and instructed him to stop by the mailroom to pick up a package for her. Something had been dropped off by a courier and she told him that it was important and urgent. Joe did not pay any attention to the package when he picked it up and did not notice the return address as being his sister's address. When he arrived at Carol's office, she was on the phone. She scratched out a note asking him to open the package for her. "Yes" Carol said into the phone. "The package just arrived. I appreciate so much you getting it to me so quickly. I will put the contents to immediate use." Joe carefully opened the package and was horrified to discover that it was the photo album his sister had described on Saturday. On the cover of the album was a picture of him in a little girl's frilly party dress and holding up the hem to show off beautiful ruffled rhumba panties. Above the picture was a small brass plate that was inscribed 'Jill's Memories'. Quaking from the shock, Joe carefully put the album on Carol's desk. "Thanks so much, again Sam" Carol continued, into the handset. "Your brother just brought the package in and we are just about to look through it together. I've been looking forward to this all weekend and we're about to have such a lovely time. Aren't we, Joe?" After saying her goodbyes and agreeing to catching up again soon, Carol hung up the phone and pointed to a chair. "Bring that chair over here, Joe" she instructed. "And let's look at this beautiful album together, shall we?" Joe dragged a side chair around the desk and next to Carol. The side chair was much shorter than Carol's desk chair, which exaggerated their positions. Carol flipped slowly through the album, which recapped Joe's life in dresses. The album even included the pictures from that very first day in dresses, which destined him to spending his teen years in the role of a rancher's daughter. There were pictures of him in a wide variety of outfits: party dresses, a first communion dress, prom dresses, his mother's wedding dress, shorts and halters, mini skirts and cute tops, bikini and one-piece swimsuits, square dance dresses, western skirts and tops and even a high school cheerleading uniform. Carol forced Joe to go into intricate details about each of the outfits and describe what he would have been wearing underneath. Toward the back of the album, there