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Miss Priss 2
By Cheryl Lynn
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Miss Priss 2
The young man entered the breakfast nook and taking the frilly lace of
his pantaloons between thumb and forefinger performed his curtsey. After
Ms. Dexa acknowledged his courtesy with a nod of her head, he asked in a
trembling voice, "Mith Decca may I pleas yoin u fow breekfass."
"Of course child," she replied. "Come and take a seat next to me, but
first put on your pinafore so that you do not get your pretty clothes
dirty."
He felt completely ridiculous as he performed another curtsey and pulled
the apron on. He sat as he had been instructed with his knees firmly
together after making sure the apron was spread neatly over his lap. His
feet didn't quite touch the floor as he later notice the chair was
actually taller than the others set before the table. He felt even more
juvenile while he waited for his meal to be served. Ms. Labeaux placed a
bowl of oatmeal and a glass of milk in front of him. He hated oatmeal.
His face turned a deep pink when Ms. Labeaux asked him if he needed a bib
to protect his clothing. "No Mith Laboo," he managed to reply. "I promis
not too pill enny on my coths."
He didn't even get the first heaping teaspoon full near his lips before
Ms. Labeaux told him to put it down and take a smaller portion. All
during breakfast he was chastised either on his eating habits or posture.
He was constantly being instructed to keep his knees together, back
straight, elbows at his sides, bend your wrists, take smaller bites and
chew your food at least ten times before swallowing.
With the meal finally over, he stood, performed his curtsey and asked to
be dismissed. Hanging the pinafore on its hook, which was just high
enough to make him stand on tip toes, he then followed Ms. Labeaux out of
the room.
Instead of being taken back to his room, Ms. Labeaux led him into a class
room. It contained one student desk, blackboard, tall wooden stool with a
dunce hat sitting on top of a sign that read "DUNCE", and teacher's desk
and chair.
Again, he found that the desk had been designed such that he couldn't
touch the floor with his feet. It made him feel small and some what
frustrated.
"Now child," Ms. Labeaux began. "The next three hours will be spent
enriching your mind. The first hour will be spent on improving your
penmanship, the second, on your comportment, and the third hour reading.
I expect your complete attention and obedience. Otherwise, I will use my
ruler! Do you have any questions child?"
The young man rose tentatively from his desk, performed the obligatory
curtsey and asked, "Pleas Mith Laboo doan call me a chidal. I'm almust ah
man. Not sum sillie chidal....n...n I habe ah name."
"Well my dear, you certainly do not sound like a grown up much less a
man. However, I agree with you and will call you Miss Priss from now on.
Everyone should have a name and you look so much like a prissy little
girl that I think Miss Priss is very appropriate. Now resume you seat and
take out the lined pad and pencil."
His face red in anger at being called Miss Priss and a prissy little
girl, the young man managed to hold it in. Fortunately for him, it looked
like he was blushing. He did his curtsey and resumed his seat. Lifting
the lid of his desk, he removed a "Big Chief" tablet and large round
pencil.
Ms. Labeaux placed an alphabet chart on the black board which was in a
feminine script style and told him to begin tracing the letters. He felt
like an idiot as he copied the letters as best he could. The large pencil
felt awkward and he received numerous slaps on his hand with Ms.
Labeaux's ruler before the hour was up. Finishing his letters, Ms.
Labeaux had him put his name, Miss Priss, at the top of the first sheet
of paper and date it.
The second hour, he was continually on his feet with a text book on his
head just walking heel and toe in circles around the room. With the book
balanced on his head, he was required to squat and pick up items she
tossed to the floor, or when not doing that, sit gracefully in his seat
without dislodging the book. Whenever he dropped the book, he received a
swat from the wooden ruler ever present in Ms. Labeaux's hand.
The third hour was actually his worst. He was required to stand heels
together, back straight, arms held tightly to his sides elbows bent and
read nursery rhymes. She required him to speak in a higher tone and
modulate his voice such that his lisp became even more pronounced and
feminine. Both his tongue and throat were sore by the time class ended.
From class they went to lunch and the same procedure was followed. This
time he was given a salad without dressing and a piece of dry toast to
eat along with a glass of orange juice. Then it was back to his room to
freshen up. He washed his hands and removed his make up then reapplied it
while Ms. Labeaux told him what to do. He almost stuck his eye with the
eye liner pencil and had a little difficulty in adding just the right
amount of eye shadow. From there they went back to the classroom.
"This afternoon's session will focus on a more adult theme; however, I
understand how much you enjoy being a little girl. We will make time
between lessons for you to play with your paper dolls. You will find a
paper doll book, paste, and scissors in your desk. In the first hour Miss
Priss, you will be reading from the magazines provided in your desk. The
second hour will be spent writing an essay explaining what you have just
studied, and the third hour will be health and hygiene. Do you have any
questions? No, then let's begin. The first magazine in your desk is one
on current fashions. The specific articles that you are to read are
highlighted in the index. The second magazine features current teen
interests. Again, the articles are highlighted. You may begin."
The first article was entitled, "Coming Fall Fashions for the Teen" and
the second, "How to Choose the Perfect LBD." The second magazine's
articles were, "How to Get That Date and Keep Him," and "Don't Let Your
Period Get You Down."
He couldn't believe his eyes as he scanned the articles. "She can't be
serious," entered his mind at first thought; then with realization, he
knew that she was very serious. The next two hours passed in a
combination of boredom and loathing. He could care less about the subject
matter, especially about choosing the perfect little black dress, and he
positively hated having to read about getting a date with a boy much less
keeping him. The article on living with a period just turned his stomach.
Playing with the paper dolls was even more idiotic. He had to take the
cut out of a little girl dressed only in lingerie, choose a dress in the
picture book, cut it out with the rounded scissors, and then paste it
onto the cut out. At the same time, he had to explain to Ms. Labeaux why
he had chosen a specific dress and how cute the cut out looked in the
dress. He played with his paper dolls for thirty minutes after each
lesson.
The third hour found him sitting on the dunce stool wearing that stupid
dunce hat and sign. It was his punishment for failing to appreciate what
he had read and being able to write it all down in a feminine manner. It
was indeed a punishment, as the stool's seat was covered in many raised
bumps. As he sat there he was required to read a text book on teenage
feminine health.
'What did I ever do to deserve this hell,' he thought.
When class was dismissed, he thought that his horrible day was over. Ms.
Labeaux had other ideas. She took him back to his room and helped him
undress down to his lingerie. For the next hour and a half he sat at the
vanity learning how to properly take care of his facial skin and other
skin care rituals. Afterward, he was required to reapply his make up
without any assistance from her. Finally, she handed him a romance novel,
told him to read the first ten chapters and be prepared to answer
questions about it. She left telling him she would be back to get him
ready for dinner.
The cover of the book told him that he didn't want to read it. On the
cover was a buxom wavy haired bimbo looking woman being smothered in a
tight embrace by a dashing frontiersman. He quickly scanned a few pages
and threw the book down on the bedside table.
As the book hit the table, he suddenly realized that he was alone for the
very first time since his arrival. Deciding to take advantage of the
moment, he pulled down his pantaloons and began probing his groin. What
he saw down there scared him. It looked like a puffy vagina. Tentatively
at first, afraid of what he might not find down there, he stuck a shaking
hand down to his groin. He discovered that everything seemed to be still
there and probed more aggressively.
He found the head of his penis tightly wedged between his legs. Using
two fingers he began rubbing it in an up and down movement. It tingled
and he felt himself trying to become hard, but that was about all it
could do. The tightness of its restraints kept it from becoming erect.
Finally, in frustration, he pulled his hand away.
Next, he decided to try opening the window, but it was sealed shut. He
gave a moments thought to throwing the lamp through the glass, but
realized that the opening would be too small from him to escape. He tried
the bedroom door, but it was locked as well.
Disgusted with himself and his situation, the young man picked up the
book and began reading. After three or four pages, he put it down again
and just looked up at the ceiling. "Who in their right mind would ever
read this tripe?" he thought. "I know she is going to ask me questions
about it and if I don't get them right will be punished. I just wonder if
it is worth the punishment not to read this darn book. Probably not, so
might as well get it over with."
About 7:00 p.m. she came and helped him get ready for dinner. As she
prepared the bath, Ms. Labeaux had him recite the alphabet just like all
the little kids did in elementary school. The tub full of warm but not
hot water and floral scented bath beads, she had him get in. Again, she
picked up the natural sponge and lathered it with bar of French Milled
soap. She made sure to scrub behind his ears and between his legs extra
carefully. She had him lean forward and using a wash cloth saturated with
lather, washed out his anus by forcing a finger about two inches into his
bottom. That made him squirm and blush. As she finished bathing him, she
made him play with the little yellow ducky floating amidst the bubbles.
Finished the bath, she patted him dry, removed his pink shower cap, and
powdered his soft white body in a lilac scented talc. Pushing him towards
the sink, she took a pink tooth brush and put some toothpaste on it. She
handed it to him and ordered him to carefully brush his teeth in up and
down strokes. "Now that you are wearing braces, you have to be extra
careful in brushing them," she said. Finally, she had him apply a
feminine underarm deodorant and spritzed him with a flowery scented
perfume.
She dressed him in an outlandish black velvet short set. Bright white
pantaloons with even frillier floral lace trim at the knees and a bright
baby blue satin bow sewn on the side of each leg with a matching camisole
were put on first. The almost blue black velvet shorts were skin tight
and had a sailor front fastening with large gold metal buttons. The
bright white semi-transparent blouse had large full cut sleeves with
about four inches of over lapping wide frilly white lace trimmed in baby
blue at the cuffs, ruffled baby blue lace running down the front and a
large floppy lace collar. The matching jacket's sleeves with two gold
metal buttons at the cuffs were just short enough to allow the blouse's
lacy ruffles to show. A baby blue silk scarf was fastened in a big floppy
bow around his neck and the collar fluffed out over the jacket. Dainty
white anklets with baby blue chiffon ruffled cuffs and a pair of black
Mary Jane's with a two inch block heel finished his attire for the
evening.
Dinner was a small broiled skinless chicken breast, steamed broccoli and
yellow squash. As he cleaned his plate, his stomach growled in protest at
being fed so little. After dinner, he was required to stand, perform a
curtsey, and recite three of the nursery rhymes he had learned earlier.
Deeply humiliated, he was taken back up to his room by Ms. Labeaux where
undressed and back into his sleep shirt and frilly panties, played with
his doll until bed time. Ms. Labeaux made sure that by the time he was
put to bed, he knew how to play with his doll just like all the other
little girls.
The next two months followed the same pattern. The only differences were
the subject matter of his lessons. Other humiliations were added. He
began feeling more and more juvenile as he had to ask to go to the
bathroom for onesy or twosys and was accompanied by Ms. Labeaux. Whenever
he moved about the house, his hand was usually held. Whenever he did not
act, perform, or react in a little girl fashion he was given swats with
Ms. Labeaux's ruler. They weren't painful, but the ruler made it
intention known. He was even forced to carry a cute little doll wherever
he went and a pink vinyl clutch purse. Each night after dinner he would
be required to perform. One night he had to perform with all the moves
"I'm a Little Tea Pot," but the worst was when dressed in his bright pink
velvet shorts he had to dance and sing "On the Good Ship Lollipop."
If he forgot to pick up his dolly or purse, he was severely reprimanded.
What leisure time he had was filled with playing jacks or his dolly or
reading romance novels. The only thing he was thankful for was that they
did not take him anywhere in public. The one trip to the exclusive beauty
parlor had been more than enough for him.
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His second trip to the salon, where his hair was given a trim, his groin
re-glued and ears pierced in two places was traumatic. His earlobes now
sported a pair of pink bunny earrings and two pink pearls. Having to see
the dentist to get his braces adjusted dressed in the childish outfit was
more than he could endure. Arriving back at the house he threw a tantrum.
While he did not throw himself to the floor kicking and screaming, he
fussed loud and long enough to get Ms. Dexa's attention. When she asked
what all the fuss was about, the young man took courage in hand and told
her he was sick and tired of being treated like a little kid and having
to go out looking like one.
Surprising both him and Ms. Labeaux, she agreed that perhaps he was being
ill treated. "My dear Miss Priss," she began, "Perhaps you would like to
be treated more like your age. Is that what all this fuss is about? It
is. Well, I think you may be right. However, if we start treating you
like the grown up that you say you are; then I expect you to behave like
one. Should you fail to follow all my rules or behave in a juvenile
manner, then I will put you in diapers and baby clothes! Do you
understand?"
He nodded his head in agreement and a hope flickered in his breast that
he just might get his pants back. Bobbing a curtsey, he said, "Yeth, Ms.
Decca, bud what are da rools?"
"What are my rules?" She replied with a satisfied smile. "A simple
answer my dear. First, I make all the rules, second, you will obey all my
rules, and third, you will do what ever I or Ms. Labeaux tell you, when
we tell you and in a happy compliant manner. It is all very simple, see?
You do exactly as we say. Now stop this fussing and we'll see about
changing your wardrobe tonight."
That evening after dinner, Ms. Dexa said, "I guess it is time to get our
little Miss Priss some suitable clothing. Here darling take this," Ms.
Dexa said thrusting a small white knit purse into his hands. "It has your
lipstick and compact to freshen up with. Now let's go. I don't want to
spend all night shopping."
She had no sooner finished speaking than the young man dropped his purse
and began a full blown temper tantrum. He knew as soon as she handed him
the purse, that he was not getting his pants back. All the humiliations,
all the suffering he had endured to reach this point and they wanted to
keep him dressed like a girl. The young man could not take any more of
that kind of abuse. He felt the sharp metal spike in his mouth dig
painfully into his tongue, but kept on about not putting up with their
craziness any longer. That if they did not let him go immediately, he was
calling social services and throw the lot of them in jail. He was a man
not some sissy girl and expected to be treated like a man.
Before he could say more than "I am no cessy" for the third time, he was
physically lifted off his feet and carried over to a nearby couch. There
he was laid over the arm and held face down. There was a moment of dread
silence before a loud "swish" filled the air quickly followed by a loud
cry of pain. Ms. Dexa rained the hairbrush down on the boy's exposed
backside at least ten times before applying the coup de grace a final
swat across his thighs. With that final swish, the boy's spirit was
broken.
"The next time you dare to defy me, you will be wearing diapers and use
them!" Ms. Dexa said as they left him crying on the sofa. After he had
cried himself out, he was cleaned up, his make up reapplied and out the
door they went.
He was scared about going out in public dressed as he was. After that
dreadful caning and threat to put him into diapers, he decided to remain
silent. He knew he was done for as all the telephones in the house had
locks on them. His threat to call social services was hollow and he knew
it unless he could find some other way. "There is always hope," he
thought as the car pulled away from the curb.
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They arrived at another exclusive shop. As the young man stepped across
the threshold he knew that he was in for more humiliation and
embarrassment. An elderly woman of about sixty greeted them as they
entered, "Ladies how may I help you?" She was shorter even than the boy
and slightly stooped, dressed in a black A-line dress, her gray hair tied
back in a severe bun. Her eyes were a clear sparkling deep blue and she
had a stern no nonsense air. She reminded the young man of a witch.
"As I told you on the telephone Madam Connery when I asked you if you
would kindly stay open for a private session, my ward needs a complete
wardrobe," Ms. Dexa declared. "I would like to start with some nice firm
body control garments, lingerie, and a few other outfits. As we go along,
I may purchase some other things."
"Oh yes," the woman replied her eyes lit up at the prospect of such a
large sale. "I just received a very good selection of French corsets. I'm
sure we can find something suitable for your ward. Just let me lock the
doors. Now if you will just follow me, I will get your ward's
measurements."
The young man was quickly divested of all his clothing except camisole
and pantaloons. The old woman leisurely took his exact measurements and
then went to retrieve several corsets. The first corset was a full body
corset. It was in white satin with floral spandex diamond support panels
on the stomach and thighs, wire reinforcement and went from above the
bust line all the way down to just above mid-thigh. It had hook and eye
fasteners in the front, zippers at the thigh, and lacing at the back. It
just took one look and the young man began quivering at the very thought
of having to wear it.
The second corset was in pink satin and went from just under the bust
line down to mid-hip. This one was detailed with lots of white lace and
floral embroidery. The third was similar except in pale purple with
lavender lace frills. The forth and fifth were waist cinch styled in pale
yellow and plum colors. The final four pairs were panty girdle styled in
soft pastels diamond paneled reinforced fronts with slightly padded
rears. The young man was not at all impressed with any of them and could
not believe how the women were ooohing and ahhhhing over such torturous
devices.
With the selections laid out before them, the women began selecting which
ones they wanted. Ms. Dexa held up the first one and asked if it came two
sizes smaller. The older woman looked at her quizzically then went to get
it. She quickly returned and grabbing the boy by the elbow turned him
around and began fitting him.
It was a struggle and by the time the last lace was knotted and the last
zipper zipped, the young man was near fainting. He was told to breathe
from the upper chest and allowed a few moments to gather himself then he
was faced into the three sided mirror.
As he stood there he could feel the heavy shoulder straps digging into
his shoulders dragging them downward, the awful constriction around his
waist and thighs and the incredible amount of pressure encasing him. When
they turned him around to face the mirrors, he was very aware of the
restricted movement on his upper legs. The reflected image didn't look
real to him. It had his new face and neck, but his body was contorted
into an hour glass shape. It even appeared to give him breasts and a
backside. Worse he could hardly breathe, there was a ringing in his ears
and his jowls were tinged blue.
"Oh my yes," Ms. Labeaux exclaimed. "Look how it makes his posture so
straight and upright."
"Yes, it does that, Miss," the older woman stated, "but I don't believe
that your ward should wear it for very long. After all, it is two sizes
too small. I take pride in my exact measurements. If left too long in
that one, she will have a permanent realignment of her rib cage while
damaging the lung and heart functions. See how it contracts the rib cage.
If you insist on that level of restriction in order to better develop her
figure, then I suggest you get only one size smaller. Over time, it will
adjust her body structure like this one except it is so much safer."
As she finished talking, the young man sank in a dead faint to the floor.
Taking a vial of smelling salts from a pocket in her dress the older
woman went quickly to his side. In a few seconds, he was groggily getting
to his feet. A strong smell of ammonia filled his nostrils and he tried
to cough, but his chest was too constricted.
"As you can see ladies," the older woman said somewhat scornfully, "this
corset is dangerous. What if the poor child was at the top of the stairs?
Now let's get this off him and the sooner the better." She never did
like it when someone questioned her measurements. She was a professional
after all.
Thankfully, the corset was removed and the young man was allowed to rest
while the women discussed the merits of the various corsets. He had to
try on each one of the other styles and while distinctly uncomfortable
were so much better than the first, he did not complain. They finally
settled on a full body corset one size smaller in white, the pink and
pale purple regular corset and all four of the panty girdles in his
correct size.
Before they left the corsetry area, they had him remove his pantaloons
and put on the pink panty girdle, the pink corset and back into his
pantaloons. It was painful, but bearable. He whimpered slightly as the
laces were tied off. Seeing his image in the mirror he had to look. The
white ruffled lace just under his breasts made them look fuller and
feminine. The line of white floral lace running down the middle of the
garment only to flare out and follow the hem enhanced the tight slim
waist line. The slimed waist and constriction made his hips and butt
flare out just like a girl.
"Man I want to get away so bad, but how can I dressed like this? Oh, I
can't face that cane again. It hurt too much. What am I going to do?
They're trying to make a big sissy of me," he thought as he was led over
to the lingerie section.
In the lingerie section, the ladies made a big fuss over the selection of
delicate beribboned and lace confections displayed there. They held pair
after pair up against his body. Ms. Labeaux would stand next to him; hold
a pair of frilly panties near his groin and the matching camisole up
against his chest. It embarrassed the boy to no end.
Each of the panties was in a bright shiny pastel nylon frilled with one
inch floral lace trim around the leg openings and waist band. Satin bows,
matching the color of the panty, trimmed the side of each leg opening and
centered at the waist both front and back. They were all full cut brief
styles. The matching camisole had a chiffon "V" insert in a softer color
and eyelet lace trim on the hem. Satin bows that matched the camisole
were sewn at the top of each strap and at the point of the "V".
They settled on ten matched sets in different pastels and one fire engine
red pair. Before they moved on to the slips and petticoats, the young man
was forced to undergo further humiliation. Ms. Dexa decided that he would
need to wear bras.
The bras were in a lustrous pastel satin, slightly padded, with strong
side and under support. A pink bra was put on him and the straps
correctly adjusted. All three women made sounds of approval as he turned
to look into another mirror. His jaw dropped when he saw the amount of
cleavage created by the addition of this new garment.
"I look like a sissy girl with tits!" His mind screamed. What really
scared him though was the thought that if he were dressed more like a
girl his own age, he would be that girl.
The slips were like all the rest of the lingerie in the store, made of
fine nylon with lots of frills, lace, and ribbons. The petticoats seemed
to swallow his lower half in clouds of chiffon, taffeta, and net. Several
negligees with nylon under skirting and chiffon overlay frilled with bows
and ribbons were added to the growing pile. As they went to examine the
dresses, the young man followed with head down and a cloud of pinkish
orange chiffon floating about his waist.
If he tried on one dress, it felt like he had tried on a thousand before
the ladies decided that they had had enough. With several hanger bags
stuffed with dresses, he wore their final selection over to the shoe and
accessory department. It was a pink satin party dress with white lace and
chiffon overlay. The overlay was held in place with numerous pink satin
bows attached all along the hem. It had puffed chiffon sleeves with
bright pink satin bow ties and a gathered chiffon neck held up with a
pretty pink satin ribbon bow tie. A wide white satin cumber bun was
placed around the waist and tied off in a big bow at the back. The dress
was childish, but the chiffon neck dipped down to reveal quite a bit of
cleavage.
In the shoe department, the women selected five pairs of pump styled
shoes with three inch heels. One pair in egg shell white, coral pink,
sunset pink, navy, and black to match his new dresses. Several pairs of
sandals with differing heel heights and bedroom slippers were also picked
out. Three pill box styled hats with veils, four purses, a dozen scarves,
three pairs of gloves mostly fingerless lace designs, and a good supply
of hose and pantyhose were also purchased.
As the young man stood wobbling on the unaccustomed coral pink heels, the
sales lady began ringing up their purchases. He felt a total fool
standing there. Clothed in a dress will all the underpinnings, a stupid
looking bright pink box hat with pink veil hanging almost to his brows
and pinned securely to the top of his head. He was wearing white lace
fingerless gloves on his hands and holding a stupid white leather clutch
purse with a pink kitten appliqu?.
Yeah, his mind screamed at him, I'm one great big uncomfortable stupid
fool who allowed two women to turn me into a great big sissy GIRL!
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