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Forced to be a Sissy II
By Cheryl Lynn
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Forced to be a Sissy II
Matilda entered his room without knocking and quickly reached his side
where he had been writing down his notes on the uses of tampons and
douches. She scanned them and said, "Well for a first try I guess I can
accept this, but tomorrow we will work on your penmanship. Now come along
and let me help you get undressed."
With that said, she stripped him down to his panties, corset and bra.
Leading him by the hand, he was taken into the bathroom. After cleansing
his make up off with cold cream, he washed his face and was allowed to sit
to pee and remove his soiled tampon. He cringed as Matilda handed him a
new one. After washing his hands, Jacob stood before the sink while she
brushed his teeth for him.
"Just like some juvenile little kid," he thought. He wanted to pull away
and tell her that he could do that himself but he remembered just in time
what the consequences would be. Jacob certainly did not want to wind up in
diapers.
Taken back into the bedroom, he was instructed to sit on the vanity stool.
There she instructed him on how to further cleanse his face and add
moisturizer. His face cleaned and put into a green facial mask, Matilda
began putting his hair up in bright pink plastic rollers.
Again he wanted to protest but held his tongue. Not so much of what she
was doing to his hair rather the sharp pain the bristles and tight roll
was doing to his scalp.
Finished with his hair, she removed the mask which had hardened and easily
peeled off his face. Next she handed him a jar of body lotion to rub into
his exposed skin especially his elbows and heels. With that done, she
helped him into a pair of fresh bright green chiffon bloomers with white
lace frilled cuffs and a matching baby doll knife edge pleated gown with a
square collar frilled with white lace. As a final indignation, she placed
a very frilly pink and white lace mop cap over his tightly rolled hair.
As she tucked the satin sheet under his chin, Matilda told him, "Remember
that if you try to disobey me in any way, you will end up in diapers and
plastic panties. Believe me when I say that if that happens, you will use
them to the point where you will have to be potty trained all over again.
Understand Camille? Now go to sleep. If I hear any noise or discover that
you did anything naughty, you will be in diapers this time tomorrow."
Jacob was too intimidated to even think about getting out of bed or
disobeying her. He just lay in the big bed with tears in his eyes as he
wondered over and over again what he had done so wrong to end up in this
horrible place. Eventually, even the discomfort of the bristle rollers in
his hair and tight corset couldn't keep him from an exhausted sleep.
He was awoken in the early morning and quickly stripped of all his
clothing with the exception of the mop cap. Jacob let out a loud sigh of
relief as the corset was removed and rubbed his red indented sides. As his
hand messaged his body, he could feel the indentations left by the steel
stays of the corset.
Noticing him rubbing his sides, Matilda said, "Hurts some at first but
your body will get use to it in time. I wore one for ages and it did
wonders for my figure."
Again taken by the hand, Jacob was led into the bathroom were a tub full
of multicolored bubbles awaited. Before he was allowed to soak his aching
body, Matilda led him over to the cabinet and handed him his douche kit
and a fresh tampon. After filling the pink rubber bag with warm soapy
water, he screwed in the white ridged plastic nozzle.
"Camille slowly insert the nozzle, pushing it all the way in, then slowly
remove it. You will do that twenty times before slowly squeezing the bulb.
I know that was not mentioned in the instructions but since you are a
sissy boy you will have to do it that way.
Grunting softly, Jacob did as instructed with great embarrassment as his
penis began to stiffen. By the second cleansing, his penis was stiff and
did not go unnoticed by Matilda.
"Well if that isn't exactly how a little sissy boy reacts to his
cleansing. We'll have to make sure that little thing of yours doesn't make
any messy mess. Now don't we? I asked you a question sissy boy. Yes we
do." She took a condom from the medicine cabinet and holding his stiff
member with one hand, rolled the bright pink latex up his shaft. This
time, she made him work the nozzle much faster and harder into his bottom.
Matilda did not let him squeeze the bulb until she saw him begin to fill
the condom.
It was a mortified and emotionally drained young man sitting on the
commode as Matilda reached down and removed the pink condom. Holding it up
before his eyes, she said, "Not much here to brag about. A real man would
have put five times as much into this. I see that Ms. Nelson was right
about you being nothing more than a sissy boy Camille."
With that said noticing his stricken face, she reached out with her free
hand and pinched his nose. When he opened his mouth to breathe, she pushed
the pink condom into it. "Camille you made the mess so you get to clean it
up. Don't even think about spitting that out, you hear me. Just keep it
there until we finish with your bath and it had better be clean when you
take it out."
As the taste of lubricated latex and his own cum filled his mouth, Jacob
wanted to throw up. He had to swallow back the bile twice before the
nausea stopped and in the process some of his own cum. What was left of
his male ego was being splintered into smaller and smaller fragments. He
was so humiliated and embarrassed, he couldn't hold up his head.
After he had inserted the new tampon and cleaned up his douche kit,
Matilda led him over to the bath. There she scrubbed every inch of his
body with a natural sponge and made sure his ears were clean. Out of the
tub, she patted him dry then had him powder his body with lavender scented
talc. She brushed his teeth for him and had him smooth a feminine
deodorant under his arms. To add to his shame, she made him use a vaginal
powder on his anal area and handed him the instructional pamphlet that
came with it to read and memorize later. Finally, she had him take the
condom from his mouth and display it for her in his palm.
"Good," she said, "Now roll it up in toilet paper so that others will not
see it and place it in the trash basket. Notice, I said place not throw or
drop it in the basket."
Wrapping the fluffy pink towel around him girl style, she took the greatly
embarrassed young man by the hand and led him back to the bedroom. Seated
at the vanity, she began applying make up to one side of his face while
telling him exactly what she was doing and why. First she used concealer
under the eye and the few splotches on his face. This was followed by a
pale foundation, powder to set the base coat, a rosy dark pink blush,
eyelash curler, dark black mascara and eye liner, pale pink eye shadow
blended into a dark rose pink, black eyebrow pencil and finally a thick
coat of rose pink lipstick.
It took Jacob what seemed like forever before he satisfied Matilda. It had
been especially hard for him to get his eye liner just good enough to
please her. He was in no way pleased with the results as he thought he
looked like a ridiculously over made up doll.
With his make up done, she had him stand and remove the towel. Grabbing
his penis, she quickly slid a vivid yellow satin rubber lined sheath up
the shaft. Taking the equally vivid yellow satin ribbons tied it securely
around his balls and waist. He watched in continued horror as she gathered
his clothing and dressed him.
Bright yellow panty girdle with diamond satin insert and a pair of
matching bridal satin pantaloons with four tiers of bright white floral
lace around the legs was first. The satin pantaloons made an unnerving
loud swishing sound whenever he moved. A yellow satin corset was fastened
securely around him that made him gasp for air. A matching lace trimmed
training bra and lacy camisole soon followed.
When he thought he could endure no more, Matilda brought out a pale yellow
front pleated almost sheer polyester blouse with billowing sleeves and
lacy cuffs that buttoned up the back with small pearl buttons. A lime
green pair of velvet short shorts were tugged up his legs and fastened
with a zipper and large gold button at the rear. To hide the zipper, a
wide bright forest green satin bow with streamers was hooked just under
the button. The shorts were form fitting and very tight.
Back on the vanity stool, she quickly pulled white knee highs up his
hairless legs and fastened them in place with lime green satin garters.
Yellow patent leather pumps with pointed toes and a two inch heel were
forced onto his feet. They were hurting his feet even before he stood and
put pressure on them. His toes were just not accustomed to being squeezed
like that.
With his dressing completed, she turned him facing the mirror and began
fixing his hair. In less time than it took to put them in, the rollers
were out and his now curly hair brushed out in a somewhat feminine do. As
a finishing touch, Matilda fastened a bright lime green satin bow to the
top of his head and spritzed him with a heavy floral scented perfume.
"Come along Camille. It is time to prepare breakfast and then we must be
off for your salon appointment," she said as she took his hand and began
leading him out the door.
Jacob dug in his heels as he heard her pronouncement. "...B...bu...but
Miss Matilda yo..you ...I mean...I can't go out looking like this...." He
managed to stutter.
"And what is wrong with the way you are dressed Camille? You look adorable
in that outfit and I will not hear another word about it. Imagine that,
just a sissy boy for one day and you are already asking for fancier
clothing. Maybe if you are a good sissy boy, Mz. Nelson will let you go
shopping with her later. Now come along. I am hungry and we are running a
bit late."
"Miss Matilda, please. I didn't mean that....."
"Camille, one more word or resistance and I will tan your pretty pantied
backside with my crop. You will hurry along and you will go to your salon
appointment. If you do not start speaking as you were taught yesterday and
before speaking and answering, curtsey prettily for me, it will be diapers
for two months. Understood?"
After the dishes were put away and the kitchen cleaned, she took him back
to his room to freshen his make up. She saw the tears forming in his eyes
and with a couple of swats with her crop on his pantaloon covered thighs
she informed him that if he smeared his mascara a worse punishment could
be expected.
Before leaving for the salon, she had him practice his ultra-feminine walk
and voice. As they left the bedroom, Matilda handed him a small strapped
pink patent leather purse with a white kitten on it to him along with a
white lace edged hankie.
"Put the strap of the purse over your left wrist and hold the hankie
between your thumb and forefinger in your right hand," she instructed as
they went to the car.
At the car, she told him to first turn away from the seat and slowly lower
his bottom. Once in, to lift his legs while holding them tightly together,
turn to face the front. Seated he should neatly fold his hands in his lap.
The corset made slumping almost impossible but his head was held down in
shame. Starting the car, she ordered him to sit with his head up straight.
About an hour later they arrived at a small run down strip mall in the
inner city. On one side was a Vietnamese Grocery beside it a tattoo parlor
and anchoring the end was the "Little Sissy Spa and Salon." As the car
pulled to a stop right in front of the salon, Jacob got a big lump in his
throat. "At least there doesn't seem to be any people standing around," he
thought as opened the door. Ms. Matilda was standing out side his door
waiting as he remembered to turn on his bottom keeping his legs together
and exit the car. Carefully placing the purse around his left wrist and
picking up the hankie, he followed closely beside her. The swishing of his
bridal satin pantaloons seemed louder than the crash of ocean storm waves
as he minced his way into the salon.
What first seemed to be a pretty teenage girl sitting behind the desk
greeted them and told Matilda that Mr. Henri would be right with them.
Something about the girl did not look just right and then he noticed her
name tag. It read "Sissy Paulette."
"This can't be a guy looking like that, can it?" He thought. "The face
looks a little out of sorts and....oh my...her make up is tattooed on and
look at those other tattoos. They are so feminine. Can't be no guy. No
self respecting guy anyway." His thoughts were interrupted as a swishy man
walked into the receptionist's area. (see "Paulette" by moi at FM)
"Mz. Matilda, I am Mr. Henri, your specialist," he said as he took her
hand in a limp wristed handshake. "And this, I presume, is Miss Camille."
With that, Mr. Henri stepped over to Jacob and much to his surprise gave
him a peck on the left cheek. "Welcome to my humble establishment. Would
you like some tea Mz. Matilda while we get started on your charming
Camille?"
They were escorted into the belly of the beast as Jacob would call it and
he was given into the care of a large masculine looking woman. In a back
room, she began undressing him and when he protested, quickly upended him
over her ample lap and gave him ten solid smacks to his round bottom.
Telling him to cooperate or else, she finished removing his remaining
clothing and told to get up on the padded table.
There she covered his body and beard line up past his sideburns with a
jelly like paste. He was shocked when she coated his entire genital area.
Placing cotton padding over his eyes, she rolled over a strange looking
machine and soon a pulsating light began playing over his jelly covered
frontal area. All Jacob could sense was the cool jelly heating up to an
almost painful burn and he dared not move. He had been told that if the
eye shields fell off or he moved he could be seriously hurt. Finally he
was turned over and the jelly applied to his backside. He felt something
spread his ass cheeks wide apart and the cool jelly applied between the
crack of his ass. Again the heated feeling, then he was told to get up and
led to a shower. A shelf in the shower held a fragrant bar of soap,
natural sponge, and a bottle of pink body lotion. He was told to wash his
body clean and then apply the body lotion when he had finished.
Washing off the jelly, he noticed that his skin was pink in color and that
what side burns he had were now gone. Stepping from the shower, he quickly
dried himself with a large towel hanging beside the stall and wrapped it
around his waist. He stepped into the pink paper slippers that were on the
floor and started to move when the woman told him to put his towel around
his body like he should. "Camille you had better remember that sissies are
never immodest or you will be punished. Now come along, we have a lot to
do," she informed him as she led him to a chair beside a shampoo sink.
Shampooed twice and conditioned, he was taken to Mr. Henri's work station.
He was given a bright pink smock to put on and helped into the stylist
chair. As Mr. Henri was sectioning, covering each section with a foul
smelling lotion and then covering each section in foil, a young girl began
giving him a manicure and pedicure.
She added acrylic nail extensions to his fingers and shaped them in
rounded points. While she was doing that his feet were soaking in a warm
bath. By the time she was finished, Jacob had bright pink nails a half
inch past the tips of his fingers and matching polish covered each toe.
She had completed his finger nails just as Mr. Henri had completed
preparing Jacob's hair for the dryer and his feet by the time he headed
back to the shampoo chair.
Back at Mr. Henri chair, his now golden blonde hair was put in small
tightly wound rods and another foul smelling lotion applied. He didn't
have long to wait before he was led back to the shampoo stand. "I wonder
if you can drown hair and kill it by washing it this much," he thought
idly as he was led once again to the drier. He spent more time under the
drier this time. He thought that his scalp was burned when they pulled him
from under it. Mr. Henri removed the rods and began brushing it out.
Jacob had an idea of what they were doing to him but hadn't seen the
results. He could tell by the broad smile on Ms. Matilda's face that she
certainly liked it. "Just like a short haired Goldilocks," she said as she
approached them.
"I am glad that you approve Madam," Mr. Henri said. "Do you want me to do
the piercing now or would you like me to perform some other minor miracles
that we offer."
"Oh your catalog is most interesting Mr. Henri but I think just the
piercings we discussed will do for now. I'll mention your other offering
to Mz. Nelson when we get home."
Jacob was really nervous and scared now. "Piercings....other things...what
piercings," he thought. "I gotta stop this some how from going any
further."
Before he could react, Mr. Henri saw the "deer in the headlights" look in
his eyes change to one of flight and quickly strapped him into the chair.
"There, there Camille, nothing to worry your pretty little head over. I'm
just going to pierce your ears and one nostril. That's all. So calm down
darling sissy," he said.
Shortly, Jacob had two holes in each lobe and one in his left nostril. The
top holes contained gold studs with bright green stones in them. The right
ear lobe also had another stud with a bright pink stone in it. The lower
left lobe contained a small gold round hoop with three very dainty gold
chains hanging from it which were attached to a small stud in his left
nostril. The chains draped femininely across his left cheek.
"Camille darling, go with Martha and she will help you get dressed," Mr.
Henri said as he began un-strapping Jacob.
"Mz. Matilda are you sure that I can't perform some other service for you
beside the lazar hair removal we did earlier. You know I can make such a
pretty little sissy so much more feminine." Jacob heard as he was led
away. He was very thankful when he heard Miss. Matilda reply that she did
not.
As he was being dress by Martha, Jacob had the chance to examine himself
closely in the wall to wall mirror of the dressing room. Just as he
feared, he looked totally ridiculous. His hair was a bright gold color in
small corkscrew curls. It was too short to be a girl's yet too feminine to
be a boy's hair style. The piercings were just as bad. The ones in his
ears were definitely feminine but what girl would have golden chains
dangling across their cheek. As he reached up to touch the dangling
chains, Martha told him he would have to be very careful that he didn't
snag them on anything or he could rip them out.
"That would be very painful, my dear," she added as she pulled the corset
strings tight.
His make up was reapplied before they left the salon. Jacob couldn't wait
to get back to the relative safety of the house. All he needed was for
some guys to see him looking like this to totally ruin his life. He became
even more afraid when instead of walking to the car, Miss. Matilda headed
in the direction of the tattoo parlor.
Before he could say anything, she told him that because of his behavior at
the salon and at the house he was going to be punished. "At the salon you
did not walk like a proper sissy nor did you curtsey or use the proper
tone of voice we have been practicing. Additionally, you tried to resist
Miss Martha when she was helping you undress and had to be spanked.
Therefore, I have decided to get you a reminder of your improper behavior
by getting you a pretty little hummingbird tattoo over your left breast,"
she informed him.
"By the way, if you do anything and I mean anything to embarrass me while
you get your tattoo; you will be a very sorry little sissy. Perhaps a
barbell through your tongue and other more elaborate tattoos would be in
order, if you understand my meaning Camille."
The only thing that could be heard as they walked the short distance to
the tattoo parlor was the loud swishing of his pantaloons. At the parlor
door, he hesitated only briefly to swallow hard and set his mind. He had
to make sure that he did nothing to further piss off Miss. Matilda. The
very last things he wanted were feminine tattoos and piercings.
The tattoo parlor proved to be both humiliating and very painful. He had
to curtsey to the two men in the parlor and then in his feminine voice beg
them to tattoo a cute little hummingbird over his left breast.
Laughing the larger of the two men said that he had to have proof of age
before he could do anything. When Jacob looked blankly at Ms. Matilda she
nodded towards his little pink purse. Opening it up, he found his driver's
license, a tampon, a tube of lipstick and some tissues. Turning a bright
shade of pink, he handed over his license.
"Well, well, look missy this license was issued to a Jacob and you don't
look like no Jacob I've ever seen."
"Oh, but that's really is me," Jacob had to say while blushing for all he
was worth. "If you don't believe me, you can as Miss. Matilda who is with
me. She works for my guardian."
"Yes, that is our sweet little sissy boy. Jacob has always been the sweet
little girly boy that you see standing before you. That is except that one
time when he tried being a real boy when he started driving. As you can
see by that picture on the license, he wasn't much of a macho man like you
two. Camille, as he likes to be called, couldn't wait to get back into his
frillies. Didn't you my precious?"
Doing his utmost to keep the tears out of his eyes, Jacob answered, "Of
course I couldn't wait to get back into my pretty clothes Miss Matilda. I
just luv my pretties."
It took the artist about two hours to do his work and it was done out in
the open where everyone could see him. The bright green and red throated
hummingbird stood out on his pale white skin. It would very difficult to
miss seeing if he ever dared to bare his chest again. As an added touch,
the artist tattooed three small pink hearts over the hummingbird. Saying
as he did that all the girls wanted it that way. After the artist finished
the tattoo, he put a sterile bandage over it. He handed Jacob a sheet of
paper telling him how to keep it clean and not get it infected.
Jacob thanked both men and did a little curtsey before leaving the store.
The tears he was still shedding were not all from the pain of the needle.
Fortunately for him, Miss Matilda did not seem to notice how badly his
mascara was running.
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