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Madame Cerise Author: Melissa Anne Curling Author's note: This is not a sweet story in the genre of 'His Mother's Hair'. It has a much stronger fem-dom theme. If you don't like that type of story, don't read this. Children are mentioned briefly at the beginning but are not part of the main story. This story is about adults and was written for adults. -------------------------------------------- "Thank you, Colette," Cerise said in genuine gratitude to her husband maid as he tidied up their home beauty salon. "You are most welcome, Madame. It is always my pleasure to help you with your work," he replied with a deep and formal curtsey. "I'm always surprised that this facet of my business doesn't bother you a little bit." "He will be much better off as 'Mary' than that disgusting 'Martin' that came in here. His sister is such a happy and proper young lady and someday he will be too." "She has grown up very nicely. Do you remember that day as well? It's been ten years." "Vaguely. I remember that she was not at all a problem." "That's true. Knowing a little about what we sometimes do here, Mrs. Bettencourt called me regarding 'Deborah'. She was mostly asking for advice and told me he had feminine tendencies because he was always asking her to buy him dolls to play with. I told her that I saw nothing wrong with that so she bought him two. One was a Barbie Beauty Shop that he wanted. It came with an almost life sized Barbie head with hair to set and style. She called me back to tell me that he played with it every day for hours setting and resetting Barbie's hair for her 'dates' with Ken. A week later she called me again and she told me he had started asking if he could wear nail polish. I told her to give into his wishes and let him wear it. What was the harm? It was the next logical thing to let him live a feminine life. As we can see, it was all for the best. The other little girl today, Wendy, she reminds me of Deborah." "Wendy is a ... " Colette said making her mistress nod her head. "I would never have guessed. She is so very pretty." "Yes she is. She was meant to be a girl- or at least live as one." "Regarding the Bettencourts, I'm surprised Martin's mother put up with his antics as long as she did." "So am I. Ursula is a very strong woman. She told me that spanking him did no good. Not like it did for you my sweet Colette," Cerise said pinching his cheek lovingly. "I'm sure sweet little Mary will not be going out to play for a while. I must say you did a marvelous job with his hair. I'm glad you suggested that he be made a carrot top redhead instead of a blonde. It always looks so cute when hair that color is done in ringlets." "You asked me if this bothered me, Madame." "Yes, what is it?" "I don't like the diaper business." "Ursula told me that it is only temporary. She said that she wanted to regress him a little bit. You have to admit that when he waddled out of here in his short dress and rumba panty covered diaper his demeanor had been completely changed." "I enjoy the hair styling and I enjoy doing the ear piercing. I even enjoy serving tea while Madame and the mother apply the girlish clothing. But I do not enjoy that measure." "Let's forget it. What's done is done. I need you close to me tonight my pet. You know how these sessions always make me need your intimate talents." "It will be my honor, Madame. Shall I prepare a bath for you?" "Yes, Colette. That would be very nice. And my favorite sherry, if you please." "Of course, Madame." ----------------------------------------------- >From that first day at the beach when she was with her girlfriend and they met, Cerise was deeply attracted to Colin. She and Madeline, or 'Maddy' as she was known, had gone there to take in the male scenery while enjoying the sun and he happened to be under a beach umbrella in the spot adjacent to where they decided to lie out on their towels. When she first saw him she thought he was attractive in an 'oh so cute' sort of way. Maddy told her that she thought he was kind of girlish and Cerise told her that she didn't think so. The truth was that she agreed, but that was one of the things she found attractive in him. She was quite taken with his small feet and hands. His fingers were slender and when he turned the pages of his book she noticed that he did it in an almost feminine manner. Interested in him she was concerned when she surveyed his territory because she was sure he must have been there with a girlfriend. After all, no man would go to the beach alone and sit under an umbrella. Then she saw the yellow, orange and white daisy print beach bag and she knew that it had to belong to a female. "Perhaps he is here with his sister?" she thought hopefully. Over the next hour or more, she became sure enough that he was in fact alone that she decided to flirt with him. She couldn't get over how cute he was with his shaggy sun bleached shoulder length hair, deep blue eyes and long 'to die for' eyelashes. She was amused that he didn't go in the water but nervously kept applying strawberry lip balm to his lips over and over again. After she 'broke the ice' they talked all afternoon about anything and everything under his beach umbrella where he confessed that he had 'such delicate skin'. She began to wonder how his hair could be so sun streaked without him being able to go out in the sun. Having just broken up with a brut of a boyfriend, she became more and more taken with the softer manner that this 'cutie pie' had. She loved his gentle touch when she had him put sun tan lotion on her back. She loved the way he rubbed the lotion into her flesh using small circles with the tips of his dainty fingers. Cerise decided that she wanted to pursue a relationship with this delicate man. "Tell me about your family?" she asked at one point. "There's not much to tell. It is just my mother, my older sister, Julie, and me. Dad left ages ago. Other than some relatives on the West Coast, we are pretty much alone. Of course we have a few friends. That's about it. And you?" "Who's the oldest? You or your sister?" "Julie is twenty three and I'm two years younger" "I am the same age as your sister and I am an only child. My father is in the diplomatic corps so we have traveled extensively living all over the world. It was a great education and I enjoyed the variety of experiences but I really feel like I have no roots and want to settle down for a while. My parents have a large home here right outside the downtown of the city but we rarely have lived there. We recently came back to the U.S. after living in France for several years. We lived in Bordeaux. Do you know where that is?" "To tell you the truth, I don't." "It's in the southwest of France. It's famous for the wine they make there. My parents are on their way back to France for an extended stay. I think they are going to live there permanently." "That explains your slight accent. It's very becoming." "I went to an American school, but you can't help but pick up some of the local dialect and mannerisms." So it was that their courtship began. They dated casually for a while, but they were soon seeing each other almost daily. Words like 'when we get married' and 'our honeymoon' began to make their way into conversations so Cerise asked Colin to move into her parents' large Victorian home and he accepted. While Cerise had normal desires and had wanted him sexually, Colin had suggested they not go 'all the way' until after they were married. She thought the idea to be very 'Pollyannish' but also quite wonderful because he was so respectful. Besides, with her parents' maid in the house and the possibility of her telling her long time employers about any improprieties, sleeping together would have been difficult at best. Now that their relationship was becoming more serious every day and the possibility of marriage looming, Cerise insisted that she meet his family. Logistically, it seemed to take a great deal of planning, canceling and rescheduling. Cerise would find out later that Colin had lied to her several times wanting to put off her meeting his mother and sister as long as he could. It was Cerise's anger over that circumstance that would lead her to give him an 'over her knees' spanking that would seal his fate and their relationship forever. Eventually, a date 'in stone' was set up and Colin and Cerise were to go to his mother's for dinner on Saturday night. Cerise was only slightly nervous as she pulled up in front of Colin's mother's home that afternoon. It relaxed her to drive so she insisted in doing so partly for her own need but her being the one to drive had lately become the norm. She quickly found her nervousness to be unfounded because she was so warmly welcomed especially by Katherine, Colin's mother. "It is so nice to finally meet you!" she gushed giving Cerise a warm embrace. Colin's sister offered the same. "Is my boy being good to you?" she asked. "Oh, yes. He's the perfect gentleman," Cerise responded. "Colin, I see you decided not to get a hair cut. I like your hair tied back like that. It is very ... becoming," his mother complimented. "Cerise asked me not to cut it," although 'told him not to cut it' was more accurate. Katherine made her feel even more welcome when she insisted that 'we girls' get to know each other while Colin was told to serve drinks and snacks. After talking together for an hour or so, Cerise was distracted answering one of Julie's questions about her education. She didn't hear him being ordered by his mother to go finish making the dinner that had been started earlier and call them when he was ready to serve it to the table. After dinner when he was told to clean up afterward, he complied so willingly that Cerise thought, "We live in such a large house think it would be good to have him start helping my maid at home!" When they retired to the living room, they enjoyed the coffee that Colin elegantly served. By now amazed at Colin's demeanor in his mother's presence, Cerise stated after he went to serve the dessert, "He sure is very skilled in the arts of the kitchen," hoping that the comment would lead to further information. Colin's mother and Julie smiled a glance at each other then Katherine replied, "He really is. It was somewhat of a necessity. We have lived a modest existence as you can see. I have a good job as an executive secretary and Julie is just starting her career in interior design. Colin has been such a good son. He kept his grades up and helped out around the house by making dinner for us every night and then doing the dishes. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, sometimes I think he enjoyed it." "There aren't many men around that would do that. I have to tell you that your home is spotless. My compliments to you both." "Thank you but it's not as well kept as it used to be when Colin was doing the housework for us." "Really, he did the housework? Please tell me more," Cerise curiously said. They were interrupted by a loud wail from the kitchen, "Oh no! How could I do that!" "Please excuse me, Cerise. I need to check on my boy," Katherine said. Holding the kitchen door slightly open, Katherine said, "Look at what you've done! What a mess!" Julie and Cerise overheard from the living room, "Mother, I'm sorry but the pan slipped out of my hand and it splashed ... " "Your pants are soaked. Now you'll have to change and those will have to go to the cleaners. Why aren't you wearing your ... " "I know. I'm sorry, Mother," Colin said quickly wanting to cut off her sentence. "But I don't have any of my clothes left here to wear." "Julie, will you please take charge of your brother and find something for him to wear?" Katherine ordered. Colin walked out of the kitchen embarrassed by his appearance. The bottom of his shirt was soaked as were the front of his pants all the way down to his crotch. He followed the smiling Julie down the hallway of their single level home to her room and returned shortly in a different set of clothes. "Colin, those slacks of Julie's fit you very well, even around your bottom. I don't think I ever realized what a girlish butt you have. And her blouse ... well you obviously don't fill it out quite right in the chest but those floral colors look nice on you. It will do for now. You make sure ... " his mother said before he cut her off again. "I will, Mother, I will," he quickly said. "And once you put it on, you are not to take it off. Do you understand me," she said as Julie sat down amused. "Mother, please ... " he said plaintively. "Go finish the kitchen!" Katherine said impatiently. "Men!" she exclaimed to Cerise. "It is best if they are told what to do every second!" Cerise knew that she was very happy watching her boyfriend walk out of the room wearing his sister's clothes. "Julie, his undies must have been soaked also. Is he wearing any?" Katherine asked. "Oh, yes, I gave him a pair of my old ones to wear." A short while later, Colin called from the kitchen, "Julie, could you do me a favor and bring me the coffee cups?" Julie started to rise and Katherine said, "No, you sit. He's just embarrassed ... Colin, you come in here and bring your serving tray!" For several minutes there was silence from the kitchen then the door slowly swung open. Colin, with his face bright red, was wearing the frilliest most feminine pale pink sheer apron that Cerise had ever seen. He entered the living room carrying an empty tray with both hands. "He must have had help tying that bow in the back. It's perfect!" Cerise thought. "Julie and I both work. There was no reason that Colin couldn't contribute to the running of the household. Julie and I thought that having him wear an apron helped him keep his mind on his housework. I made that apron for him several years ago. Do you like it?" "I can't begin to tell you how much!" Cerise excitedly said. Having cleared the cups, saucers and dessert plates Colin returned >from the kitchen and asked, "Mother, will there be anything else." "Julie?" his mother asked. "I have had a stressful day," was all she had to say taking out the clip that held her hair up in a twist. Cerise was so taken in by this scene that she wasn't sure if she really had seen him curtsey as he again went to Julie's bedroom. When he returned, he had Julie's long handled hairbrush in his hand. For the next half hour or so, Colin brushed his sister's long blonde hair until she waved him away with a motion of her hand saying, "That's enough." When she slipped off her shoes, Colin took his cue and left the room again disappearing into the kitchen. When he returned he knelt in front of his sister. "The left one first," she said extending her foot to him. "That feels so good! There's nothing like a warm lotion foot massage," she said as her brother worked on her instep. -------------------------------------- "Why didn't you tell me?!" Cerise yelled at him as she was backing her Jaguar out of the driveway. "Tell you what? That my mother and my sister used to make me wait on them? That mom made me that silly apron to wear? That I have basically been their housemaid and servant for as long as I can remember?!" A long quiet ride home to the opposite side of the city was made even longer for Colin because he was wearing his sister's clothing. Cerise took advantage of the situation and made him cower even more by saying things like "That fabric is very nice. I'll have to buy you some slacks like that of your own," as she reached over caressing his knee. At a stop light just before reaching home she even said, "And, Colin, your blouse is simply divine!" After the car was parked in the old carriage house behind the mansion, she followed the downcast Colin into the house using the rear door. This led them through the kitchen where Tessa, the family maid was working. "Good evening Ma'am, Mr. Colin," she greeted with a nod. "Good evening, Tessa. Colin has made a mess of his clothes. Will you deal with them please?" "Yes, Ma'am," she replied taking joy in Colin's feminine attire. "I want to remind you that I'm going to my daughter's house this evening because tomorrow is my day off." "Thank you, Tessa. I had not forgotten." Miss Cerise answered. ------------------------------------ Once upstairs, Cerise startled Colin when she showed him how angry she still was. Dressed in his sister's clothes he sat on the edge of her bed being chastised as if her were a child. "Apparently you lied to me! Your mother told me we could have visited her on several of those weekends you said she was busy! Then lying to her telling her we were out of town! How could you lie like that!" As she thought about the whole situation, she became sexually charged. Seeing Colin performing so dutifully for his mother and sister while wearing his pink apron had done that to her. The control she was feeling while he sat there in his sister's clothes with his hands folded in his lap made her even more so. 'Why was she enjoying her domination of him so much?' she thought. She decided that it was time she find out everything about the man she was thinking of marrying. She decided it was time he made love to her. Things didn't work out the way she had hoped ... or maybe they did ... ---------------------------------------- "This is why you wanted to wait until after we were married to make love?! All of that 'holier than thou' crap about saving sex for our honeymoon was because you can't get it up! That is so unfair!" the enraged Cerise screamed at Colin. "Cerise, please, I can explain. I'm not impotent. I just get nervous and then I ... I uh ... I just can't," he said sitting naked on the edge of her bed. "It is no wonder your mother makes you wear aprons! You're a pansy! And that reminds me! You in effect lied to me again because you didn't tell me about your relationship with those two lovely women! How could you!" she screamed. He sat still there for a minute or so sniffling then started to cry in earnest. She paced the room in anger thinking about the situation. She was a vibrant woman of twenty-three. During their courtship she had been faithful to him and her natural desires had over recent weeks become wanton. She had pushed him, almost literally, into taking off his clothes and getting into her luxurious bed. The attention he paid to her breasts and his tender kisses on her neck made her almost crazy then he couldn't 'perform'! She thought about how much she loved him and wanted him inside her. 'Was it wrong to want to find out what kind of lover he was going to be?' she reasoned. Then she berated herself for being so headstrong but that was the way she was. Her overbearing nature had gotten much for her in her life. As furious as Cerise was, she started to calm herself feeling that she was partly to blame. After all, she always knew he had a softer more gentle side and it was her fault that she had gotten so incredibly excited seeing him serving in his apron. "Colin, we have several things to deal with," she said calmly to the sobbing mass sitting on her bed. "I won't have you lying to me. That needs to be resolved or there will be no more talk of engagement." "Cerise, please, I'm sorry," he cried falling to his knees in front of her. With hands clasped together literally begging he pleaded, "I won't ever lie to you again. I was afraid if we went to my mother's for dinner you eventually might see me in my apron and I knew I would be embarrassed. Please don't be angry." Cerise took note of how much she enjoyed him in this subservient position and stepped toward him. She turned his head pulling it toward her so his cheek rested against her womanhood. She pulled the elastic band out of his hair and started to comb through it with her fingers trying to calm him. With his arms wrapped around her upper legs and buttocks, he was truly enjoying the feminine odor emanating >from her sexual excitement. "There, there, it's going to be all right. I was just shocked that I have such a 'mama's boy on my hands," she said curling his hair around her finger. "But I think you need a reminder that you must never lie to me. How did your mother punish you when you lied to her when you were growing up?" "I only did that once when I was fourteen and she gave me a bare bottom spanking in front of Julie. I was so ashamed because mom got Julie to pull my underwear down and she saw me naked. Mom even let her give me some of the swats with her hairbrush. She even made fun of ...," he whined as if he were still a child. "Julie made fun of how small you are down there? That's so mean!" she comforted although Colin couldn't see her smile. "Did you go have to go across your mother's knees?" "Yes, Ma'am, I did." 'Ma'am?' she thought. 'I like the sound of that!' "Did she use the same brush to spank you that you used to brush Julie's hair tonight?" "Yes, Ma'am," he said. "If it's been that long since you have lied, then that punishment must have worked well. I'll get my hairbrush, it's similar to your sister's." Having picked up her silver handled hair brush from her dresser she said, "You come here and get across my knees just the way you did for your mother. Come now, take your sister's pants, blouse and panties off. I want you naked and I want to get your spanking over with" When his punishment was complete she said rubbing the glowing red bottom of the sobbing Colin, "There, there, it's all right cry. Real men don't cry, but you are not a real man, so it's all right if you do. You feel better now, don't you? A sound spanking can be very cleansing for the soul. You know, I quite like having you across my lap like this. I think I'll start calling you 'Softy'. What do you think?" Cerise asked as she rubbed and pinched his derriere. "I like that name for you - Softy!" "Colin, you know this position does seem to suit us. I'm taller than you by at least two inches. You couldn't very well be the one to give me a spanking now could you?" she giggled. "Yes, I just love the new nick name I've given you. I much prefer it to your real name because it fits you so well having such soft arms and soft hands and a soft, well, you know. Your rear has such a nice girlish shape to it that I think I should have you start wearing panties all of the time. Oh yes, they would fit you so well." "What do you think, Softy? Tell me that you want to start wearing panties all of the time," Cerise ordered as she continued to play with his buns. "Please Miss Cerise, please don't make me ... " he pleaded. "These little playful pinches can get much stronger, Softy. You wouldn't want that now would you?" "Ouch! Please ... ouch! ... please Miss Cerise,'" and he started to cry. "Here, maybe I can help you. You just need to relax in front of Miss Cerise. Now stand up for a minute. I need to get something and it's a surprise so you need to close your eyes nice and tight. No peeking now! Colin obeyed, heard a drawer open and close and in a few moments Cerise told him, "I want to be sure you are not peeking. I'm going to blindfold you with this scarf." There was no reply required as she tied the scarf tightly around his head. Then she sat back down on the bed taking him by the hand saying, "Time to get across my knees again, Softy. Come, come, quick like a gazelle! Get back over my knees!" Again Cerise was rubbing Colin's rear in gentle circles with the palm of her hand. She would stop that action only occasionally to run her middle finger gently up and down the crack of his bottom. "I thought so," she whispered as Colin spread his legs slightly as if inviting her to run her finger in deeper. "Tell me how much you want to wear panties," she said going a little deeper with her finger. "Mmmm," he moaned. "You like for me to play with your bottom. Don't you, Softy?" she asked probing deeper. "Mmmm hmmm," he moaned again. "I'm not going to let you wear panties unless you ask me nicely," she said now running the tip of her finger lightly across his rosebud. "Oh, oh," he murmured. "Don't you worry about what I'm doing to you back here, but I thought you might like this. But I'm going to stop if you don't tell me what I want to hear." Cerise then reached behind her retrieving the tube of KY jelly she had gotten from her drawer and spread a large drop on the middle finger of her right hand. "Softy, think of how nice pretty panties would feel. I love to wear pretty things and I think you would too," she said as a whoosh of air was heard from Colin's lips when Cerise started to massage the opening between his butt cheeks with her lubricated finger. "Oh, that feels so good, Miss Cerise!" he said moving his knees even a little farther apart. Colin was silent now concentrating on his mistress's finger passing over and over the place he was hoping it would enter. "Softy, I'm not going any farther until you say it," Cerise teased taking her finger away. "Miss Cerise, may I ... " he said noticing that Cerise was pleased enough that those few words that she had started to massage his rear opening once again. "Miss Cerise, may I please start wearing panties?" he was able to say. As the word 'panties' came out of his mouth, Cerise slipped her finger inside him. "Very good, Softy. Of course you can start wearing panties. You have to agree that I will be the one to choose them for you and you will wear whatever kind or color I want you to wear," she demanded while she moved her finger in and out of him. "Oh yes Ma'am!" he replied now completely in her control. "Softy, I want to hear you say your new name," Cerise told him, "and I want you to tell me why I've chosen that to your new nick name." "My name is 'Softy' because my little thing doesn't get hard like a real man's does. It stays soft almost all of the time." "Well that makes sense! Softy always has a 'softy' and he isn't a real man so he wants to wear panties! Very good!" Cerise cheered. "It feels like your limp little guy might be a little hard right now, Softy. Tell Miss Cerise, do you like my finger going in and out of you?" "Oh, yes Ma'am! I love what Miss Cerise is doing in my bottom," he said ashamed to tears. "You been a very good boy today," she said. "Softy, I have an idea. Pretty soon I'm going to have you get back down on your knees the way you were before. That means I'm going to have to take my finger out of your bottom and I know you won't like that so I have something for you," Cerise said as she reached behind her under the pillow where she had a penis shaped butt plug hidden. "I want you to tell me what this is. You can't see because of your blindfold, right, Softy?" "That's right Ma'am." "What does this smell like to you?" she asked putting the rubbery object under his nose. "It smells like rubber, maybe like a condom," he answered. "Softy, you got the 'rubber' part right. Here, let me put it against your cheek ... can you tell me what it is?" "It feels like a rubber thumb." "Sort of. You wouldn't mind sucking my thumb then would you?" she asked. "I guess not," he played along. "Open your mouth for me 'Softy'," she ordered holding it up to his lips. "You do exactly as I say now. I want you to give this thing in my hand a nice kiss. Then I'm going to put it in your mouth and I want you to suck on it like you would suck on my thumb. Do you understand?" she asked methodically continuing to stroke her finger in and out of him. "Yes Ma'am," he uttered. "That was really a nice soft kiss. Open up, Softy." Cerise slipped the cock shaped butt plug past his lips and simply said, "Now suck on it, Softy." With her finger still in his bottom she moved the object in and out of his mouth as he closed his lips around it. "There, there Softy, that's very good." "Do you still think that the thing in your mouth is a thumb?" Colin explored the foreign object with his tongue then began to squeal violently. "Oh, Softy, settle down or I'm going to take my finger out of you. I think you must have figured out that the thing in your mouth is not in the shape of a thumb but a penis. Just relax and get used to having it in your mouth. That's a good boy, keep sucking it gently. I want you get used to it. You know, you look really cute with your lips around it," she said to further subjugate him. "O.K., I think you have it wet enough," Cerise said pulling the butt plug out of his mouth with a 'pop'. "It's time for me to put your new friend in your tight little tushy, Softy. I think you'll like this," she assured passing it to her right hand. "Please, no, Mistress. Please don't ... " he started to say as she started rubbing it over his passage. "Oooooo!" he moaned. "See, you just do what I tell you to do. I know what's good for you for my little Softy." She started to apply enough pressure that the head of her toy that the head slipped inside him. "Oooo .... oh ... oowww," he complained. "Softy, don't complain. I've only just started to put it in you. You hold still and think about how good it is going to feel when I start to move it in and out of you." "Mmmmm" he purred. "See, I told you that you would like this," she said as she continued her violating motions. "Now that you are good and loose I'm ready to put your new butt plug all the way in. Take a deep breath; that's my boy ... and there! It's all the way inside you. You couldn't feel it when it was in your mouth, but the end opposite from where you were sucking is flared to keep it from going all of the way in. It also has a recessed area that your little muscle down there will snuggle up to and that will hold it in place." "I am going to leave you nicely plugged, but you have had enough fun. Now quick like a bunny get down on your knees," she said shoving him off of her lap. "Darling, you're shivering. Let me get you something to wear," she offered going to her large walk in closet. Cerise thought that she really would have loved to have been able to put his pink serving apron on him but it was at his mother's and unavailable. When she returned to him still kneeling beside her bed, she thought that the pretty flowing mint green nightie she had in her hands might do just as well. "Here, let's put this on you, Sweetheart. This will keep you warm," she said dropping it over his head. "Please Cerise, no," he begged. "Now, now, you just begged me to let you start wearing panties not to mention that today you wore a nice apron for your Mommie and you even wore your sister's slacks and blouse and panties. A little while ago you were even sucking on a realistic but fake penis. You can certainly wear a nightie for me," she said lowering the night gown down over him. "It really looks very nice on you. Just let me fix your hair." Colin was speechless as Cerise went to her night stand to get the brush she had used to warm his rear. She brushed his hair high up to his crown and secured it there with an elastic band. "That's more fitting. Just one more thing," she said retrieving a ribbon that matched his nightie from her drawer. "There, nice and pretty," she said tying it in a perfect bow around the elastic band. He jolted slightly when she surprised him with a spray from her perfume atomizer. "My little flower, now you smell so sweet! After all that I have done for you, you need to do something for me. I have been in desperate need of some intimate attention from the moment I saw you in your apron. Since you can't perform like a real man, we're going to have to find another way for you to satisfy me. Let's get into bed, so Cerise can cuddle with her little pet." Cerise stripped naked in front of him exhibiting her perfect breasts and climbed in under the covers. Sheepishly he followed her joining her at the head of the bed. "I'm going to just hold you my sweet Colette. Do you like that name? It fits you so much better than 'Softy' although I like that name too. Put your head on my chest so I can hold you. Yes, that's much better," she said and began twirling his ponytail with her finger. "I should curl your ponytail with my curling iron. It would be much prettier," she said having no intention of actually doing that, at least not right then. "You really do have pretty hair, you know. Tessa is great with hair. Her daughter is a hairdresser. When she is back from her day off we'll have her take care of it for you," she said thinking that she very much wanted to have him come to bed with her the next night with his hair up in rollers. As 'Colette' began to relax in her arms, she continued to plant the seeds that would lead to his total feminization. "There is so much that we can do to make you more suitable. You have such pretty eyes. I will help you make them more alluring. Lie on your back for me, Colette. I want to try something." He reclined onto his pillow while Cerise momentarily left the bed. When she returned she startled him by reaching under his nightie and began to stroke him with something silky soft. To his horror, her motion started to arouse him. "There, there is my little man. Your tiny one is finally getting all excited. Is that all you needed? You should have told me that you wanted something in your bottom and to be stroked with my panties. The thought of putting my rubber penis in you has me all excited too! And I am happy to get you some panties of your very own so you don't have to use mine!" She continued to rub him with the pearl colored shiny fabric until he was ready to explode. "I can hear your breathing has quickened but you had better not cum! You must ask me for permission to cum or I will have to punish you again," she said stopping her action and hearing his moan. Putting her panty aside, she swung her leg over and mounted his erection. "Mmmm, my pretty Colette, that does feel nice," she said as she rocked back and forth with him inside her. "My little Softy is not so soft anymore. She is not very big, but I like having you there just the same. Do you like being inside of your Cerise?" This was all too much for Colin to bear and he came with more intensity than he had ever before in his life. "Now look what you have done! I told you not to do that without permission! I am not satisfied yet! This will never do. You must do as you are told and satisfy me," she said getting off of him and propping herself up on her pillows. "What are you waiting for! You must get down there and use your lips and tongue!" she ordered pointing to her oozing slit. "Miss Cerise, please, I can't, I'll get a washcloth" he said. "No, no! You made me messy! It is my little Colette's fault and she must clean up her mess. Now get your mouth down here between my legs!" she ordered wanting to heighten her control over him. Cerise was pleased that he did as he was told. Colin took his time tenderly kissing and otherwise orally caressing his lady's womanhood. He found that the mixture of their juices was not at all distasteful. In fact, he found that he quite enjoyed it as he sucked up his cum. Cerise was intent on teaching her lover exactly how she wanted to be satisfied. He was trying hard to please her but he clumsily kept missing the true center of her sensitivity so she took the ponytail at the crown of his head between her thumb and forefinger and started to guide his lips and tongue to her most sensitive spot. The feeling of his thick 'dirty blonde' ponytail all tied up in its hair bow brushing back and forth across her forearm coupled with the pleasures he was giving her between her legs brought her to a massive orgasm. When she released him, she beckoned him to come near to her. "That was wonderful, my pet. You made love to me like one of my French girlfriends once did!" she complimented. There was enough light in the room for her to see the glowing smile on his face. She also could see that there was a large drop of his essence on his cheek. "You are a messy girl, aren't you Colette. Let me help you," she said wiping his cheek with her finger. She showed him the cum she had transferred >from his cheek to her finger and she simply said, "Open." Colin followed her order and opened his mouth. She put her finger in his mouth and said, "Suck, that's a good girl. Suck it clean," and he complied. As Colin started to lie down he noticed how uncomfortable he was with the object in his rectum. He ventured, "Miss Cerise, may I remove ... " "Oh, no, no! Trust me. It will be better for you if you are not so tight. We need to stretch your little play hole out!" Cerise pulled him close and they fell asleep shortly thereafter. Cerise awoke in the middle of the night thinking about the evening she had with her 'Colette'. This filled her with desire so she imposed once again on her trainee's oral service. This time she decided not to give him any satisfaction. ---------------------------------------------- "Run my bath for me, darling," she told him in the morning. "While the tub is filling, you can straighten up the bedroom. My dirty clothes go in there and the dirty lingerie in the small separate one. The lingerie gets washed by hand. Tessa is not here this morning so I want you to make the bed while I am in the tub. Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss Cerise," he calmly said. "And leave your nightie on. The matching panty is in that drawer over there. There is no sense in changing so you can change again later. After my bath, I want you to make me some breakfast. I am hungry from all of our activity." After he had bathed Cerise and shampooed her hair, she led Colin into a connected room that was her private retreat. It was here that her masseuse gave her weekly massages. "Set up that table over there. I want you to apply my moisturizer," she said pointing to the folded up table in the corner. After a struggle with it, Colette had the table set up. "Take these towels and lay them out, Colette. That's a good girl. You will learn." He covered her magnificent body with the imported sweet smelling lotion and was then shown how to dry Cerise's hair with her hand held dryer. "Do you know how to style hair?" she asked him. "No, uh, ... not really. Julie liked for me to brush her hair for her. Mom had me help her sometimes when ..." "Colette. Do not keep secrets from your mistress!" "When mom would do Julie's hair with rollers I had to hand them to her. Once I had to help when she gave Julie a permanent." "That was nice of you to participate but she should have had you putting your sister's hair in curlers for her. I want you to learn how to set and style my hair. That will be very good for you." Once downstairs Cerise insisted that Colin wear one of Tessa's aprons while preparing her breakfast and serving it. "That apron looks good on you, Colette. But it's not as nice as the one your mother made for you. I will have to ask her if she will make you another one." Colin had the sinking feeling that he was going to once again be relegated to a life where he would be wearing aprons as part of his daily existence. That afternoon Cerise insisted on going out for some shopping. She intentionally went to a part of the city where there was an abundance of art galleries and antique stores. She knew that most of the store owners and employees in that area happened to be gay so she reasoned that the specialty men's stores in that area would have clothing with a certain fashion 'flare' that she thought would be perfect for her plan to feminize him. "Why do I have to wear my ponytail so high? I like it at the base of my neck," he cried sitting in the passenger set of her Jaguar. "Because I like your hair pulled up a little higher. It makes you look sexy and I hate the way a plain elastic band looks. That tortoise shell ring makes your hair look like you care about your appearance and I thought you would like to show it off. Would you prefer this?" Cerise said showing him the pink ribbon she had tucked in her purse. "No thank, you," he softly said then apologized. In the first store, Cerise had him fitted with tight silk jockey style briefs that looked like a woman's hipster panty except for the slit 'fly' in the front. She decided to start slowly with the new 'look' she had planned for him and only bought three pairs in pastel colors. It was most embarrassing for him when Cerise insisted that the effeminate employee that was helping him accompany Colin into the dressing room to insure a perfect fit. That same employee assured Cerise that the trousers she had found for him on the display in the front of the store would be appropriate for him. Colin was mortified when he said loudly from the rear of the store to Cerise standing near the front window, "Oh yes Miss, those slacks have a very high rise crotch and hug the buns so nicely. You can't wear those if you are ... how should I say it ... well endowed. But your friend doesn't have that problem, does he?" Trying on the pocket less hip hugger pants that Cerise had chosen was an even greater ordeal. The helpful store employee measured his waist once but his inseam three times because Cerise wanted to be sure he had it correct. Colin felt violated enough by that, but then he had to stand in front of the three way mirror while Cerise smilingly watched his fitting. The pants were checked and rechecked by the skillful young store clerk as he used his palms and fingers up Colin's inseam and around his buns just to make sure the trousers were as snug as they were supposed to be. "I like those very much!" Cerise commented. "I can see why they have no pockets. Do you have an accessory pouch for his wallet and things?" "Yes, of course, we have a large selection of men's handbags. Right this way," he said looking forward to a larger commission on the sale. "Before I choose a purse for him, is there anything that can be done about his little bulge in front." "There is but most men that shop here like to show off what they've got, even if it's only a little bit like your friend has." "He doesn't need to be showing anything off. Do you, Dear?" "No Ma'am," he answered. "The only thing I have here to help is this," he said finding a Kotex panty liner in a drawer behind the counter. "When you are as small as he is, you just position it like so then when he pulls his undie up, he tucks himself down and he will have a nice smooth front because the tight fit of his pants will allow nothing to move. Take this with my compliments and here are two extra." "If you want something a little more extreme, there is a store down the street called 'Romantic Sensations'. They can help you." "Thank you very much. Give me your card. I want to tell the owner of this store how helpful you have been." They left with several nicely wrapped packages in a handle shopping bag with the name of the store, 'Real Men Clothiers'. The bag was also emblazoned with the image of a body builder in pose. Cerise insisted that Colin 'wear' his new hand bag deciding it would be best if he used the chain shoulder strap to keep his hands free for more packages. Their next stop was another clothing store that Cerise was drawn to because of the brightly colored shirts in the window. 'Silks Etc.' had just what she was looking for in tailored men's casual wear. She selected several shirts for Colin; her favorite being a lavender long sleeve pirate style shirt. Colin was told it was on sale because it was made incorrectly and the buttons were on the wrong side and that he would have to just get used that. Cerise's second favorite had every color of the rainbow in it and she had to buy it for him when she was told that it was their most popular. The 'shirts' made him uncomfortable but the scarves she picked out for him to wear around his neck to match each one were an added touch that made his discomfort worse. Cerise also insisted on buying a round 'rainbow' scarf ring that she picked out that would keep the scarves secure around his neck. When they left the store, Colin was as self-conscious as he had ever been with his new tight slacks that massaged his rear with ever step, his new lavender 'shirt' and matching mauve scarf, and his purse swinging from his shoulder. Entering 'Romantic Sensations', they were distracted by the corsetry of every size and color. The store clerk was a large Nordic looking woman with a long blonde braid wrapped in a massive bun right on top of her head. "May we help you today," the lady named 'Erica' asked. "The nice young man at 'Real Men Clothiers' told us to come here. He said you had something that would prevent him from showing even the slightest bulge in the front of the tailored slacks I just bought for him," Cerise answered. "We have a couple of things. This is the most effective," she said as they looked where she was pointing in the glass case in front of them. With the time she spent in Europe Cerise was familiar with much in the realm of sex toys but even she wasn't sure what she was looking at. "Let me explain. His equipment goes into this curved metal tube. We open the clasp, lay the penis inside and clamp it closed. It can even be locked if you desire." She reached in and pulled out one of the casings to demonstrate. "Then one end of the adjustable chain is connected to this metal loop that is down here," she said connecting the chain. "This is of course is a butt plug. Most of the men in this neighborhood like this shape," she continued holding up the flesh colored realistic looking model of a man's penis. "He wore one similar all night long last night," Cerise offered making Colin blush brightly. "That's a step in the right direction. Then you can imagine that as his sphincter holds this in place and the other end of the chain is attached to this ring his penis will be pulled toward the back out of the way. You simply adjust the chain and you are finished. It's very simple and they are nicely secure. If you take care and everything is done correctly the 'he' can look like a 'she' in front," she said showing Cerise with three of her fingers pointed down and pulling back her middle digit. "What a wonderful idea!" Cerise cheered. Colin didn't think so and started heading for the door. "You come back here!" Cerise yelled grabbing him by his ponytail. "Will you help me fit him with this?" Cerise asked. "I'm happy to. It would be better for him if my daughter were here. Her fingers are much smaller than mine, but he is probably still a little loosened up from last night," she said holding up her huge pudgy hand. "There is a small room in the back we use for this type of thing. Just have him undress his lower half." To make her point, Cerise took him by the lobe of his ear to the back of the store. When Cerise had him undressed, she went to get Erica. "This shouldn't take long," she said putting on a rubber glove on her oversized hand. "It depends on how tight he is. Now bend over and lean on the table," she ordered. "Hold still!" she yelled at him as she entered him with her lubricated index finger. Moving her finger in and out of him Erica started to nod her head and said, "Are you O.K., Sweetie? I'm sure you are because all of de gay boys like it when I do this to them. Ya, dis is very goot! He is ready for the plug!" And with that she took her finger out and slipped the ringed butt plug into him. "Now for the penis sheath. Turn around," she ordered. When he turned around a broadly smiling Cerise was looking into his eyes. He felt nothing but shame. "Don't feel sad, Baby. This is all for your own good. You will see," she comforted. "I see he will need the smallest size," Erica said choosing the correct one for his penis. "Now we clamp it closed ... there, that will keep him out of trouble. Lie back on the desk." When Erica leaned over him one of her hairpins came loose and her four foot long thick braid tumbled down onto Colin's torso. "I warned those two little boys!" she said as she threw it over her shoulder. She continued to work attaching the chain under Colin's crotch. "Little boys?" Cerise asked. "They are my neighbors. They are well over the age of consent but they are small in stature so I call them 'my little boys'. They come over to clean for me and they argue over who is going to get to brush and braid my hair. I told them this morning to pin it tighter!" she explained. "This may be a little uncomfortable my delicate one because it is time to adjust the chain." Cerise held Colin's hand as the forceful Erica pulled his little manhood back and fiddled under his crotch. Cerise was amazed by the way his scrotum surrounded his pulled back penis. "Oh Darling, you look just like you have a puffy little girl's vagina! I love it!" she happily said. "I am so grateful to you, Erica. We will return the other two pairs of undies we just bought! It is obvious you will be so much better off wearing women's panties!" "We have those, Madam," Erica offered. Cerise was used to the finest lingerie and wasn't impressed with the quality that Erica had to offer but bought Colin two pairs just to be polite. She decided to have him wear one pair home and when he had them on she admired his new look again. "It's amazing the way that holds you. Come here, I want to feel it," she said embracing him standing up half off to the side. With her right arm around his shoulder she reached down to his crotch with her left fingers and rubbed his newly positioned genitalia. "This is the best for you, Colette. Do you feel my middle finger caressing you? It feels to me like you have a real pussy," she whispered in his ear. "Come, come Colette pull up your trousers. Erica, please do me one more favor. Let my little Colette fix your beautiful braid for you," Cerise said wanting to have the image of him working as a hairdresser in her mind. "That would be very helpful. It's so long I can't get it balanced without a great deal of difficulty." Erica sat in a chair in the small room and Colin worked under Cerise's supervision until he had recreated Erica's towering braided bun. After he used large roller pins to hold it in place, Erica surveyed his work in the employee restroom. "You did very well for your first time. I think that that madam should make you her hairdresser!" Erica complimented. 'And take care of a long list of my other personal needs!' Cerise thought. As they walked toward the register Cerise noticed that Colin was walking much differently than before. Erica noticed her studying him and offered, "It's a combination of two things. He swings his hips like that because of the butt plug. The way he is pulled down and back makes him automatically stick his rear out. "Isn't it perfect!" "Yes, isn't it though." As they walked back down the street toward Cerise's car, Colin was getting a great deal of attention as well as a few 'wolf whistles' >from the men on the street. He got into the car thinking of nothing but refuge. "See Colette, the men in the neighborhood approve of your new clothes. Doesn't that make you feel good?" Of course it did not. ---------------------------------------- After almost a week of personal servitude at her direction and housework at the direction of Tessa, Cerise decided it was time for Colin's mother and sister to come for dinner. Preparations needed to be made for their visit. "That was wonderful, Colin. I'm angry that you are such a good cook and didn't tell me," Cerise half complimented. "Tessa, you just sit. Colin is going to do the dishes. It's the least he can do to repay you and Lindsey for helping tonight with his hair. I have an idea. I don't understand the exact timing, but why don't we get started right away. I'm sure there will be times when we just have to wait while the chemicals are doing their work and Colin can do his duty in the kitchen cleaning up while he is waiting for his hair to be done. Do you think his apron will give his clothes enough protection?" "Don't worry, I brought my styling cape," Lindsey replied. Tessa and her hairdresser daughter, Lindsey, soon had Colin shampooed and sitting in a chair in the breakfast nook draped in a styling cape with a turban towel around his head. "Please Cerise. Don't let them do this!" "Nonsense. Lindsey came all of the way over here tonight to help with your hair. You didn't want to go to my salon so I arranged for this as a compromise. I think that was very nice of me. You don't want to make me angry do you?" "No Ma'am," he acquiesced. "This a wonderful conditioner," Lindsey said winking at Cerise and working the thick cream developer into his soon to be baby blonde hair. "How long will it take?" Cerise asked. "About thirty minutes ... there, that should do it. I'm going to use this cordless heat cap to make sure the conditioner penetrates each hair shaft. You heat it up in the microwave. It's a great invention." Lindsey first wrapped his head in cellophane then put the heat cap on his goo covered head. "That's perfect, Colin. See if you can get the ladies anything then continue cleaning up the kitchen," Cerise ordered. "Yes Ma'am," he obeyed. Having served tea and cookies he was just finishing the kitchen when the timer went off. "Keep your eyes closed tight, Colin. Trust me that you don't want this stuff in your eyes," Lindsey warned as she rinsed his hair. Both Cerise and Tessa smiled from each side of him as they looked down at his bleached blonde hair in the sink. "There, Hon. All done," Lindsey said wrapping his head in a fresh towel. "Now let's get your hair wound up for your perm." He hated the sound of those words, 'your perm'. Seated once again at the dinette table, Lindsey started to section and clip his hair for his permanent. "Colin, help Lindsey! Hand her the rods and the end papers. Just like you did for your mother!" "He had a permanent before?" Tessa asked. "No, he used to help his mother with his sister's perm. She should have given him one though. I don't know why she didn't!" Cerise answered. In no more than a half an hour, Colin's blonde hair was set in about fifty perm rods. They gave him a washcloth to cover his eyes and while Lindsey applied the ammonia scented lotion, Cerise decided to make things more than clear to Colin. "Colin, you have your eyes covered but you have your ears open. I want you to understand something. From now on I want you to refer to me as 'Madame Cerise'. All of the other women you come in contact with are to be referred to as 'Miss' before their name. Like 'Miss Lindsey' for instance or sister would be 'Miss Julie'. You have not yet been dressed appropriately as a proper maid but you have been assisting and working under Tessa as her junior maid this week so even she will be addressed by you as 'Miss Tessa'. Do you understand?" "Yes, Madame Cerise, I understand." "And your mother you will call 'Mother' as in 'Yes, Mother' or 'No, Mother'. You can ask her when she is here tomorrow evening, but she may want you to call her 'Mommie'. If so, then you will do that." "Yes, Madame Cerise." "There, that's finished. We'll check the amount of curl in a half an hour. I need to sit down. My feet ache." "Colette, I'm surprised at you! What should you be saying right now!" Cerise chastised. Colin thought for a moment and said, "Miss Lindsey, it would be my pleasure to give you a warm lotion foot massage. Please say you will let me do that for you." "That would be a treat!" Colin, his head full of smelly perm rods banded around the perimeter with cotton and held tightly with the pink heat cap, retrieved a tube of warm lotion from the kitchen microwave. Cerise proudly watched as he knelt before his hairdresser and massaged her feet. "Don't you worry, Tessa. After his hair is up in curlers he will be more than happy to do yours," Cerise said to her now smiling maid. After his perm was processed and neutralized his hair went through a final rinse then set on rollers. "He is going to one curly headed blonde!" Lindsey warned at the use of the small yellow rollers she was using. "It is what his mother desires," Cerise answered. After his hair was netted and wrapped in a dainty scarf, he did indeed also kneel and massage 'Miss Tessa's' feet. ----------------------------------------- The next morning . . . "It's about time. I thought you were going to be in there forever," Cerise complained as Colin came out of the bathroom. "Do we have to do all of this?" "Your dear mother and sister are coming over for dinner for the first time and that's a good enough reason for you not to make a fuss! I also want to show them that I am taking good care of you. Everything must be perfect when they arrive. Did you shave like I told you to?" "Yes Ma'am. It feels funny though." "Let me see ... that's wonderful! Without that little bit of hair you have the same appearance as a ten year old little boy. Yes, that looks so much better without all of that nasty man hair around my cute little 'softy'. I want you to keep it that way until I can have your pubic hair removed permanently." As she ran her fingers from his bald pubic area down to his scrotum, she said, "Oh good, I can feel that you shaved down below also." "Cerise, please ... " he pleaded as she pulled on his little member. "I'm sorry but it is so cute I can't help but want to play with it. It reminds me of one of the neighbor boys I used to play with when I was a child. I think even at his age he was bigger than you though." She had by now moved her hand to his chest saying, "You had so little hair here that it doesn't really feel much different. When the hair starts to grow out a little I'll take you to my salon and have you waxed. I want you to be completely smooth." "Did you have to have Miss Tessa and Miss Lindsey do this to my hair?" he asked pointing to the small scarf covered yellow rollers in his hair. "You mean setting your hair? You knew that they were going to have to set it for you after they gave you your permanent." "No, the color!" "It is what I wanted." "But what about my mother and Julie? They are going to tease me!" "I don't think so. I told your mother what I was thinking of having done to your hair and it sounded like she was all for it. In fact, she was the one who suggested that I have it lightened up a few shades." "My mother wanted you to do this? My hair is the same color it was when I was little!" "When I talked to her on the phone about your hair she said something about loving your 'baby blonde curls' and I wanted her to know I was taking her words into account." "We need to be downstairs in about an hour so Tessa can fix your hair before our company arrives. I want you to know I missed having you in my bed last night. I hope you understand that the smell from your perm was too strong. Colette, all of this has made me randy, do you mind?" Cerise said slipping her panties down from under her white summer gauze dress. Colin knew what was expected and he lowered his naked frame down on his knees. Cerise at first draped the skirt of her dress over his head but knew she would more enjoy him satisfying her if she could watch his blonde curler bound hair while he pleased her. She knew she would enjoy seeing the result of her increased level of domination over him so she even removed the scarf that he had around his netted rollers. "There, Madame Cerise is ready for you now, Colette. Get busy with your tongue and do what I have taught you to do so well!" As she stood before him and he worked to please his mistress with his tongue, she continually ran her hands over his tightly wound rollers saying things like, "Oh yes, Colette, my pretty Colette. My Colette will have such gorgeous blonde curls!" When she was finished she said, "I know that what I'm about to tell you may make you uncomfortable, but I don't want any argument. You need to know that I bought you some new undies and some women's clothes that you will wear for your mother's visit. And I don't want to hear another word about it." Cerise went to Colin's bachelor chest and opened the doors and then his underwear drawer. "These are going to be much more comfortable around your newly shaved bits," she said holding up a peach colored lace panty. "It's very pretty... " "I'm glad you like it." "Let's get some sweet smelling powder on your limp little thing and get you all fastened up. I think these will fit very well," she said holding up the panty. After he was dusted with a scented powder, Cerise inserted Colin's butt plug and secured his limp penis in the curved sheath that he had become accustomed to wearing in the last few days. After she attached the chain securing him she said, "This is the best invention. It even makes me sure that you are sitting down to urinate. You can even sit there on the commode like a proper young lady, because you don't even have to hold yourself down to pee." When she had helped Colin into his new panties she cupped his new mound through the silky fabric squeezing it gently and said, "They are a perfect fit. See, don't those feel good? If I didn't know better I would think you had a real vagina in there! That makes me so happy!" she said after she stepped back to look. "I also thought that your chest might be a little irritated from shaving so I bought you this. It's called a camisole." "Oh God, Cerise, darling, please don't make me wear ... " was all he could say before she had grabbed the hairbrush and was pulling him into position over her knees. "I'm very disappointed in you! I thought we had moved past your arguing. It's because it's your mother that coming, isn't it! I'm not putting those panties back on you a second time so you are going to get spanked on the bare backs of your legs. When I spank you I want you to kick for me a little bit like the girl you are! When little girls get spanked they kick their legs and so will you!" It wasn't a difficult request to fulfill because with every stinging blow his knees buckled. When his spanking was over, he stood up from his awkward position sniffling. "That was ten swats. Do you want to try for more, Sweetie? I thought not. I want to see how this matching camisole looks. Raise your arms for me. That's a good girl. I have a good eye for sizes; it should fit you very well," she said adjusting the straps. "Why are you doing this to me, Cerise?" "I told you that I want you to be appropriately dressed for your mother and your sister. I think they will like your new clothes. Now I want you to put on these knee high stockings. You had better be careful and not put a run in them. Here, let me show you," she said gathering the stocking in her fingers down to the toe. "Slip your little foot in there and pull the stocking up your leg ... That looks very nice ... I'm glad I had you start shaving your legs a few days ago. They look so much ... cleaner." "These slacks I bought for you are very high quality. I want to make sure you take care when you help Tessa in the kitchen so you don't get a spot on them. You know what that means." "Yes Ma'am," the defeated Colin said knowing he would be again wearing an apron in front of his mother and sister. "Go ahead and pull them up ... I love the way your flesh straddles that center seam ... some people call that a 'deer hoof'. It is important to me that you always have an unmistakably ladylike front." "Here's the belt for your slacks ... no silly, it buckles off to the side," Cerise said positioning his belt correctly. "It's time for your blouse." "Why can't I put my other clothes on? These new pants you bought for me don't feel right." "Colin, I'm going to debate this with you. Your clothes I've chosen for you are somewhat androgynous so this isn't a big deal. After your last spanking, I'm surprised you would even say another word. Your mother and sister are coming to visit us, not your clothes. You should be happy because I was thinking of putting you in a dress but I changed my