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This is a work of adult fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. Readers who have reached the legal age of consent in their jurisdictions are welcome. This story may NOT be reproduced or posted anywhere without the express written permission of the author. [email protected] SYNOPSIS: "What we're dealing with here is a complete lack of respect for the law." (Sheriff Buford T. Justice, with thanks to Hal Needham and his film.) A youthful outlaw...a Bandit...is graphically shown the error of his thieving ways and ultimately learns the importance and immeasurable pleasure to be found in true, albeit, forced, repentance. A love story. "Smokey and the Bandit" - Part 2 By: Simonne Danielle © 2007 All rights reserved I opened my eyes slowly. Everything was a blur. The taste in my mouth was a combination of pussy juice and my own salty-sweet cum. It was a very familiar taste. I had awakened every day at juvie with the same taste in my mouth. As I tried to assess my surroundings I realized that my vision was blurred because they were thoroughly crusted over with my mistresses' pussy juices. I scraped the crust from my eyes with the back of my hand. My other hand was still wrapped around my cock. It was still saturated from the wet-dream I had just experienced. Unconsciously, I began lapping the remnants from my hand. As my vision cleared I saw Miss Elsa standing at the side of my bed...smiling contentedly. "Miss Elsa, how long have you been standing here?" I asked, afraid that playing with myself might bring on her wrath. "Long enough! You are one hot little sissy!" She cooed breathlessly. "Don't move! Stay just like that! On your back!" I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. My legs had become hopelessly tangled in my long nightgown. One of the spaghetti straps was torn from the bodice. It had been a very restless sleep. Miss Elsa hiked her nightgown and climbed on top of me. She planted her pussy firmly on my mouth, No further command was necessary. I brought her to three explosive orgasms in less than fifteen minutes. The combination of her sopping pussy and Miss Gina's and Mistress Smokey's lipsticks and perfumes was ambrosia! After she was satisfied she engulfed my raging cock and licked it clean of the cum still pooled on and around it. She smiled...she actually smiled...and cooed softly, "You're not the only one who's addicted to the taste of cum, sissy Timmy!" She climbed off the bed and ordered, "Now get up! There's lots to be done today. And you're going to be doing it!" I struggled to clamber off the bed. When I stood up I winced in pain. I slipped on my four-inch slippers and felt immediate relief. She noticed and smiled knowingly. She led me to my bathroom where I stripped without being told. While the tub filled with steamy bubbles, Miss Elsa filled my douche bag with warm water and Summer's Eve floral-scented douche...two quarts of liquid in all! "Daily douches are routine for real girls. Morning and evening douches are mandatory for sissy, pansy-boys like you, sissy Tiny Timmy! I think you'll adore the delightful modification we've made to this." She laughed. The standard curved nozzle of the douche bag had been replaced with a perforated replica of the twelve-inch strap-on dildo Miss Gina had worn last night! It glistened expectantly with the liberal coating of K-Y Miss Elsa applied. Just as I had been trained in juvie, I bent over and grabbed the rim of the toilet bowl and wiggled my ass wantonly. "Well done, sissy! Very well-done, indeed! I see our little pansy-boy is anxious for his early morning cleansing!" She tickled the puckered rosebud at the opening of my 'pussy'. Oh yes! I had learned to call it my 'pussy' at juvie! The 'nozzle' slipped inside effortlessly. Memories of countless cocks doing the same flooded my mind. Miss Elsa sawed the massive log in and out a dozen times before flooding my pussy with the douche solution. My 'mind-of-its-own' cock drooled shamelessly onto Miss Elsa's waiting fingers. She slurped her early morning treat with gusto! When the douche bag was empty my gut was distended and looked like I was eight months pregnant! She forced me to hold the two quarts of sloshing liquid for fifteen minutes! The pain was excruciating! Just as I thought I couldn't hold it any longer she allowed me to sit and evacuate. I looked in the bowl and was surprised to see that the expelled liquid was crystal clear. It should be, I guess. I hadn't eaten anything but pussy juice and cum in the last twenty-four hours! She followed my initial douche with two clearwater rinses. I stood next to her as she sat to pee. After she squeezed the last few dribbles from her glistening slit she looked up at me then down at her pussy. I was aghast! She wanted me to...Oh No!...she wanted me to lick her clean! "P...pl...please, Miss Elsa, don't make me do this!" I whimpered. "Quiet, you little sissy wimp! Get used to it! And, get used to it quickly! It's a chore every sissy must perform for his mistresses! If you prefer, I can easily make one simple phone call! On your knees...NOW!" I was shamed and humiliated beyond comprehension! Even the 'cons' and 'screws' at juvie hadn't forced me to perform such a disgraceful act! I squatted between her splayed thighs and began lapping! Just when I thought I had her squeaky-clean she clenched her pussy lips and squirted one last forceful stream of salty yellow liquid into my mouth! She giggled in obvious delight. She had me re-fill the douche bag and flooded her own pussy with the same twelve-inch long 'nozzle' she used on me. I re-filled it again and while the douche solution sloshed inside her pussy she instructed me to flood her back-door pussy. After several minutes she voided both orifices then helped me settle into the mounds of bubbles in the tub. To my surprise she climbed in next to me. "Me first." She directed. I picked up the natural sea sponge and soaped her from head to toe. She drilled me in the precise manner she preferred her shoulder-length hair to be washed, rinsed, and conditioned. She handed me the pink disposable razor and spread her legs wide. I lathered her pussy and gingerly removed the little bit of stubble which had grown in since her last shave. "That was lovely, sissy Timmy. Simply lovely. You are such a perfect Personal Maid. As a reward you may lick me!" She stood over me and I leaned in to lap at her fount like a puppy dog. She turned her back to me and I automatically spread her cheeks so I could access her back- door pussy. She liked that! She liked that a lot! She lathered me with the sponge. Her gentle touch, the silky feel of the soap, and even the flowery smell was great! She ordered me to stand and lathered my groin. It was hardly worth the effort. With a few deft strokes she quickly removed the fine peach-fuzz. She did the same to my legs and underarms...more for the humiliating sissy exercise and to emphasize my lack of manly body hair. She turned me around, spread my butt cheeks, and inspected for any stray fuzz. Her tongue invading my pussy caused me to squeal the sissiest of squeals. "My little sissy likes his pussy probed, doesn't he?" "Oooh yes!" Miss Elsa. "Yeeesss!" I clenched my pussy lips tightly in an attempt to keep her tongue inside me for just a few precious seconds longer. She wiggled her tongue inside me and used her hand to slowly stimulate my cock. Within seconds I shot another load of cummy goo into her palm. She selfishly gobbled up every last pearly drop. I was disappointed. Not for long, however. She stood and covered my mouth with hers. Her tongue forced my lips apart as she spit the cummy treasure into my mouth. "Mmmm!" We moaned in unison. Had I found an ally? "Come along, sissy Timmy. Mistress Smokey and Miss Gina are waiting." Her severe tone of voice gave no hint that we had become allies. If anything, it bolstered her dominating superiority. She could use me at will...force me to perform the most debasing acts imaginable...all with only a mere suggestion of a phone call! She began leading me back into my bedroom. "Wait! Wait!" I squealed. "My shoes...It hurts to walk without them!" She chuckled knowingly and paused while I slipped them on. "Such a perfect sissy! So lost without his sissy high heels!" She took immense pleasure at watching me adopt my runway model strut back to my bedroom with the sissy-pink towel wrapped around my flat boyish chest and only long enough to cover half my butt. One hand on my hip and the other dangling along my thigh...elbows tucked seductively into my waist. I practically swooned at seeing her so pleased! Every swishy, feminine movement on my part delayed that ominous phone call a little longer! "You're gonna simply adore the morning outfit I've chosen for you!" She began selecting various wisps of dainties. First, a bra...a hot pink satin and lace bra! And not an ordinary bra! A training bra meant for a hopeful prepubescent ten-year old girl! Perfectly flat triangles of satin and lace covered my nipples and loudly proclaimed, "titless sissy wonder"! She grinned with satisfaction as I donned the 'wish-I-had- boobs' wisp of a bra...shame written all over my face. "Sissy-perfect!" she called it. A matching garter belt followed and I proficiently clipped the tabs to a pair of silky baby-pink nylons. "A garter belt and nylons before breakfast, Miss Elsa?" I questioned. "Of course!" She tittered. "A properly trained pansy is never without his heels and hose! Oh! And his sissy make-up!" She gloated. I sighed, secretly enjoying the caress of my nylons. "Now this is the item I simply adore!" She handed me the top to a pale pink baby-doll set. It was silk. It was hemmed with oodles of flouncy ruffles and edged with the most delicate lace intertwined with satin ribbons. It was sheer. So sheer it might as well not have been there. The hem fell to just below my belly button. The matching panties were short, pantaloon-style panties. The elasticized ruffled hem of the legs gripped the tops of my thighs with tourniquet-like force. The waistband was a two-inch wide, hot-pink satin ribbon which Miss Elsa tied into a large fluffy bow in the rear. The long streamers tickled my butt and the backs of my thighs. The sheer panties ballooned out over my mid-section, doing nothing to keep my cock and balls from swaying obscenely to and fro. Finally, she handed me a pair of hot-pink sling-back sandals. "Time to get used to real heels...really high sissy heels!" Her tone had an almost 'I dare you' quality. "Let's see how you do in these...They're a delicious six inches tall!" I eyed the devilish-looking sandals and gulped! No way! No way could any human, let alone a neophyte sissy like me, walk in these shoes! "Actually, I bought these a few months ago. I love them! They're my favorite pair! But, I'm happy to donate them for your sissy training!" I held on to her shoulder for dear life as I stepped into each shoe and slipped the slings over my heels. The altitude would surely give me a nose bleed! I took a few tentative paces, still holding on in abject fear of falling! Even after wearing the tortuous four-inch heels for over twelve hours yesterday, these newest implements of man-made torture stretched my calf muscles beyond any limits imaginable! "Time to solo, sissy Timmy!" She wrenched free of my death grip. I was on my own. Amazingly, I tentatively teetered for the first few steps. Gaining confidence, I began strutting my stuff; one hand on my hip and the other flailing sexily in just the oh-so sissy perfect strut Miss Elsa wanted to see! I walked circles around her, smiling prettily, and swaying my freshly- cleansed ass for her enjoyment. She clapped her hands proudly and exclaimed, "I knew you could handle them...I just knew it!" She led me to the full-length mirror and posed me in front of it. Even without my lipstick, I had never seen myself in such a sissified state! The exclamation point...literally an exclamation point...was the telephone pole clearly visible under my ultra-sheer ballooning baby-doll pantaloons! Miss Elsa stroked it seductively and cooed, "Any true sissy would be so proud to wear a lovely outfit like this. You are certainly no exception!" Her caresses sent electric shivers up and down my body! "I think a touch of early morning sissy make-up would be nice, don't you?" She sat me at the vanity...my vanity. With a few, effortless strokes she had my lips colored hot-pink to match my undies. She went further. Mascara, eye-liner, and eye shadows...baby-blue blending into pale-pink...made my eyes pop in a 'Lolitta' sort of way. She capped off her effort to sissify me with a hot-pink blush...totally unnecessary since I was already blushing furiously! "Later, if we have time, we'll do your nails! But, right now, it's Showtime! Come along, sissy Timmy, your public awaits!" She led the way to Mistress Smokey's bedroom. "Ta Da!" She announced proudly as we walked in. "Oh my! We should have knocked first!" she giggled when she saw the pornographic scene being enacted in the middle of the large bed. Miss Gina was on her hands and knees. Mistress Smokey was behind her, mounting her like a stud horse might mount his mare. The huge strap-on was firmly imbedded in Miss Gina's ass, furiously pistoning in and out! Totally unaware of our surprise entry, she withdrew from Miss Gina's ass and slammed it ferociously into her pussy. For several minutes she impaled alternately her pussy, then her ass, never skipping a beat! Miss Gina was howling with such passion that neither would have heard a bomb explode! As they began to come down from their obviously mind-bending early morning delight, Miss Elsa cleared her throat loudly. "AHEM!" Mistress Smokey rolled off and onto her back, her twelve-inch dildo pointing lewdly toward the ceiling. "You two certainly took your sweet time!" She declared. Then, staring at me in all my swishy-sissy splendor, added, "Oooh! It was certainly worth the wait! Gina, look what Elsa has brought us! He's simply stunning! Come closer, sissy...do come closer!" Miss Gina leaned over and latched on to my raging boner. "What a delicious sight!" I started to moan and buck my hips into her fist. "No you don't!...don't you dare squirt into such a lovely outfit! Smokey, isn't there something we can do to keep our simpering sissy from messing his lingerie?" I was sooo close to unloading into Miss Gina's hand...one more stroke and it would be over! I didn't want to think what the consequences might be. Just in the nick of time Miss Gina let me loose. Mistress Smokey pointed to her vanity. "Sissy Timmy, fetch one of those hair ribbons for me...the pink one will do." I minced to the vanity and returned holding the one-inch wide satin/lycra ribbon. "Turn around, sissy." She commanded. She untied the satin sash holding my pantaloons and let them fall until they dangled loosely, secured to my thighs by the tourniquet-like leg bands. She turned me to face her, my cock bobbing just below her mouth. She began wrapping the ribbon around the base of my cock, tighter and tighter with each successive wrap. She tied it off with a fluffy bow and kissed the tip of my cock victoriously. "There! That should prevent any unwanted leakage! Our little sissy maid has cum so many times since yesterday, we would be well-advised to let him build a head of steam for the next few days. The gusher at that time will be worth the wait!" She held my engorged cock, appraising the lipstick she had left on the tip. "Fetch the lipstick you're wearing now, sissy!" "I have it right here." Answered Miss Elsa, as she handed it over. With something of a theatrical flair Mistress Smokey used a lip brush to precisely coat the helmet head of my cock with the same hot-pink lipstick which coated my lips. She applied six thick coats, blotting each one before applying the next. The head of my cock glistened licentiously when she was finished. As an afterthought, she retrieved a cobalt-blue eye shadow and thoroughly colored my dangling balls with several applications. "They'll be naturally blue soon enough. We're just giving them a head start!" She snickered. She raised my pantaloons and secured the waistband. "Model for us, sissy. Let's see the full effect." I minced and swished around the room for fifteen minutes. Mistress Smokey was in her glory...reveling at the super-sissified sixteen year old boy she had created. The constricting tourniquet kept my cock fully engorged but simply unable to drool, spurt, or gush! I felt stimulated beyond belief...by the soft caress of my silky pantaloons and by the absolute domination these three imposed on me! If it wasn't for the imprisonment of my cock I would have surely exploded not only in my pretty panties but all over the room! If I was in such a high state of sexual arousal after only a few minutes of having my cock bound by a sissy tourniquet, what would I feel after the few days of abstinence Mistress Smokey was suggesting? She handed me my lipstick and the cobalt-blue eye shadow. "I expect you to keep yourself properly decorated at all times, sissy. Any negligence will result in weeks being added to your, er...confinement!" Her devilish cackle was ringing in my ears as I headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. A short, but precise, menu was pasted to the refrigerator. Bacon, eggs, sweet rolls, coffee, and juice for the three of them. One piece of dry toast and a cup of weak green tea for me! "After all, a proper sissy has to maintain his girlish figure. We want you down to an eighteen- inch waist in two weeks!", was the addendum to the menu. Okay, so my waist was only twenty-one inches now. But losing three inches in two weeks!...They'd starve me to death! I minced back into their room, the silver serving tray laden with the tantalizing food I had prepared...along with my meager morsel of toast. I was ordered to stand at the foot of the bed as I nibbled slowly on my bread, trying to make it last, and watched them gorge themselves as they had while I ironed last night. When they had finished, Miss Elsa looked at me and commented, "The dear sissy still looks hungry." "I do believe you're correct, Elsa!" Replied Miss Gina. "Come and have some desert, sissy!" With my cock bobbing inside my silky panties, I minced to the side of the bed where all three sat with their legs splayed expectantly. I assumed the required squatting position and serviced each of them in turn until they could take no more! Forty-five minutes of pussy-lapping torture! "There! Don't you feel better?" Miss Gina asked. "Back to your room, sissy! Fix your face! It's a mess!" Mistress Smokey laughed. I gathered my lipstick, lip liner pencil, lip brush, and cobalt-blue eye shadow and left. As I minced from the room I overheard Miss Elsa suggest, "We really must get him a sissy purse to carry his cosmetics!" The second I entered my bedroom and closed the door I heard the deadbolt slide to the locked position. With nothing better to do I sat at my vanity and re-applied my lipstick. I decided to try my hand at brushing the velvety black mascara on my eyelashes. With each stroke of the brush they seemed to increase in volume and length. I also re-did my cock and balls...just for the practice. Out of nowhere Mistress Smokey's voice boomed over a hidden speaker. "Very good, sissy. We enjoy seeing you making such good use of your time! However, there's much to be done before your lovely new carpet can be installed. Move all your furniture to the center of the room and cover everything with the plastic drop cloth you'll find in the closet!" It took me almost an hour to do everything. The work was exhausting...especially in my six-inch stilettos! To make my task even more frustrating the tip of my strangled cock slicked furiously and continually against my silky pantaloons. I had to pause every few minutes to re-adjust my garters...my nylons kept bagging at my knees! When I had completed my assignment the deadbolt slid open with a loud clack. I opened my bedroom door and found several cans of paint along with all the necessary tools I'd need to paint the room. Three cans were femininely labeled "Sissy Pink", two were labeled "Sissy Virgin White", and a box was labeled "Sissy Pink Wallflowers"! All of them sported huge pink and white ribbons and helium-filled balloons captioned, "Welcome Home, Sissy Tiny Timmy!", tied to their wire handles. There was also a tiny pink crocheted drawstring purse hanging from the doorknob. A note instructed me to fill it with the cosmetics I was required to have with me at all times and drape it from my shoulder, across my "titless chest". With a heavy sigh I began my daunting task. It went much faster than I would have thought. It took me two hours to paint the walls in Sissy Pink, another hour to paint the ceiling in Sissy Virgin White - actually a pure white with just a tinge of pink, and another two hours to paint the high-gloss pinkish white enamel on the base-boards, crown moldings, window casings, and interior doors. I opened the cardboard box labeled Sissy Pink Wallflowers. Inside I found eight rolls of self-adhesive wallpaper, each six inches wide. A note inside instructed me to paste the boarders around the room where the walls and ceiling joined. It was the pattern imprinted on the boarder strips that freaked me out! Interspersed in the pastel floral design on a hot-pink background, were sissy nymphet's cavorting obscenely with each other! Each was coiffed with pink curls of varying length...from short tight pin-curls to vertical ringlets falling to below their alabaster-white shoulders. Tiny pastel ribbons and bows, white, baby-blue, and seafoam-green, were tied strategically among the curls. All were dressed in sissy chiffon tunics dripping with ribbons, bows, and ruffles. The tunics left nothing to the imagination! Sissy boys, with tiny sissy cockettes, groping, caressing, and suckling each other...all with sissy smiles depicting their utter and shameless delight! It took me another hour to peel off the protective backing and paste the humiliating sissy boarder onto the walls. I was surrounded by an army of sissies behaving in the most salacious manner imaginable! When I finished I heard the deadbolt slide open. Mistress Smokey, Miss Gina, and Miss Elsa entered to inspect my effort. "Your room looks lovely! I can't imagine a more delightfully swishy atmosphere for our little sissy!" Mistress Smokey finally declared. "You, on the other hand, sissy Timmy, look disheveled!" I looked in the mirror and was aghast! I was spattered from head to toe with pale pink and white droplets of paint. My baby doll was probably ruined, my make-up looked like a caricature of a circus clown, and my hair...god! My hair!...would that paint ever come out? I ran my fingers through my hair in disbelief! The only part of my anatomy which was spared was my still-bound and still-engorged and still brightly painted cock and still very blue balls! "Don't worry about your hair, sissy! We'll soon take care of that mop!" Mistress Smokey cackled. "Why don't you two get our little sissy cleaned up. It's getting late and I'm starving. I'll prepare some dinner in the meantime. When he's presentable, he can serve us. And, for heaven's sake, do something with his hair!" "Good idea, Smokey." Responded Miss Elsa. "I know just what to do with his hair!" Exclaimed Miss Gina. I soaked in the hot bubble bath for thirty minutes while the two of them scrubbed me 'til I was a sissy rosy pink all over. I sat at the sink while Miss Gina applied a lotion to my squeaky clean hair. "Miss Gina," I said hesitantly, "I thought you were gonna give me a buzz cut?" "We changed our minds." She responded casually. "That's one of the fun things about being a real girl. Real girls always have the option to change their minds! Sissies like you never have that option. Sissies like you can't make important decisions...like hair color, make-up, or even which outfit to wear. You need real girls to decide things like that for you!" She left the lotion in my hair for a half-hour and rinsed it out. "Oooh, Gina, I adore it!" Miss Elsa giggled with obvious pleasure. "It's sooo him!" They turned me towards the mirror. My hair was shocking-pink! I began trembling and shaking! I began crying tears of despair. My fate...my sissy fate...was surely sealed! Even if I dressed in my old jeans, tee- shirt, and tennis shoes...Even if I combed it parted at the side like I usually did...There was no way I would ever be taken for anything but a sissified boy! Not with shocking-pink hair which perfectly matched the hair adorning the heads of the sissy nymphets bordering my boudoir! Miss Gina produced a set of tiny curlers and during the next half-hour wound my hair tightly. There had to be at least fifty curlers! She applied what she referred to as a permanent solution, "Guaranteed to hold these curls for at least two months!", she proudly proclaimed. "We'll leave these in 'til after dinner!" Miss Gina declared. "That way you'll get the maximum, most long-lasting curl, sissy-Timmy! Won't that be lovely?" They dressed me in a fresh sissy training bra, fresh pantaloons which left my cock constantly titillated and exposed as it bobbed against the sheer and silky fabric. The requisite garter belt and pale-pink nylons, six-inch marabou-trimmed slippers, and baby-doll top completed the perfect image of sissy splendor they wanted me to project. They watched intently as I was required to apply my own make-up...my own sissy-pink make-up! It was a chore made all the more complicated by the tears of humiliation which seemed like they'd never subside. The more I whimpered, the more pleasure they seemed to derive from my plight. As we entered the dining room, me mincing and swishing my sissy best and Miss Elsa leading me by my engorged cock, I noted that Mistress Smokey had set the table for three. The smells wafting from the kitchen caused my stomach to growl and churn. Even my humiliating sissy state was forgotten in favor of the tantalizing food I could only yearn for. I poured their wine and served their rack of lamb with all the trimmings. As they ate with gusto I stood by to see to any needs they might have. They magnanimously permitted me a tiny salad, two pieces of dry Melba Toast, and one cup of green tea! At the rate I was eating I'd be down to the eighteen-inch waist by tomorrow morning! The required smile on my face was truly a forced smile. I wasn't at all happy with these new developments. Mistress Smokey noticed immediately. "If you're not happy as our sissy maid, we can always arrange for your relocation!" I was squatting by the side of the table nibbling slowly. My smile became real in an instant! "Better! Much better! That's the sissy smile of happiness we want to see!" Miss Elsa said, as she clapped her hands with delight. I cleaned up while they sipped after-dinner liqueurs and reclined on the sofa. Three of them perfectly groomed, coiffed, and seductively enveloped in satin nightgowns and chiffon peignoirs. 'Real girls' sipping and giggling as they taunted the Very Personal Sissy Maid they had acquired solely for their own pleasure under the threat of blackmail! I entered the living room to signal I had completed my chores. My hot- pink and be-ribboned cock and cobalt-blue balls lighting up the dimly lit room. I was beyond exhausted but smiled brightly. "Our poor little sissy-boy looks so tired!" Observed Mistress Smokey. "And oh-so hungry!" Added Miss Elsa. "It would be a shame to send him to bed without his just dessert!" Miss Gina suggested. "Would you like something to eat, sissy?" "Oh yes! Yes I would, Miss Gina!" I whispered tentatively. "Well then, what are you waiting for? Come and get it!" She slowly raised the hem of her gown, exposing her naked slit. Miss Elsa and Mistress Smokey followed her lead. Knowing full-well what was expected of me, I minced gaily to the sofa where they perched. I flailed my hands in sissy delight and exclaimed with as much sissy enthusiasm as I could muster, "Oh my! You all look sooo yummy! I can't think of anything more tasty!" I licked my lips to put an exclamation point on my sissy obedience! "Before you begin, sissy-Timmy, we have a new addition to your sissy wardrobe. It's something we think will further enhance your budding sissy wiggle." Mistress Smokey tittered. With a flare, she produced a replica of the twelve-inch dildo she had used on Miss Gina and had forced me to suck on so lewdly. The difference in this new toy was that it tapered from its three-inch base and sported a wide flange. Attached to the bottom of the flange was a multi-colored human hair tail about four inches in length. Over a dozen tiny bells were tied to the strands of hair. Mistress Smokey jingled the evil-looking device and smirked. "We each donated our own hair to fabricate this sissy tail...just for you! See...My blond hair, Miss Gina's auburn locks, and Miss Elsa's chestnut-brown tresses...A constant reminder of who now controls your very existence! Lower your pantaloons and raise your baby-doll! Bend over like the obedient little sissy you are!" As I complied, Mistress Smokey inserted the devilish dildo into her already sopping slit. She handed it to Miss Gina who did the same before handing it off to Miss Elsa who also slicked it with her juices. I thought it would split me in half before my anal ring snapped shut around the narrow flange. As I minced and swayed around the room for their pleasure, my tinkle bells jingling and my pink-tipped cock pointing the way, made me feel like Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer! "Time for dessert, sissy!" Mistress Smokey declared. I knelt before each of them in turn. Their strong thighs were clamped so tight around my head I thought my tiny pin-curlers would be permanently imbedded in my skull! I don't know where I found the strength but I somehow managed to bring each of them to multiple orgasms. With each of their orgasms I felt my cock straining for release...a release I would be denied until they un-bound me! I could feel my body quiver and shudder several times as I experienced dry-as- the-desert sissy orgasms! "Very well done! You are certainly becoming proficient at putting that sissy tongue of yours to good use!" Mistress Smokey exclaimed with pride. As I led the way up the staircase, my sissy-tail jingling enticingly, three thoughts occurred to me. The dildo firmly ensconced in my pussy tickled a certain spot sooo deliciously! My feet had stopped aching! I actually felt comfortable wearing slippers with their six-inch heels! "You'll have to sleep with us tonight! Your room is still a mess!" declared Mistress Smokey. She forced me to lie in the center of the bed, on my back, and bound my hands and feet to the corners of her four-poster with the nylons I had worn. She raised my baby-doll and exposed my sissy training bra. She raised the flat satin triangles covering my nipples and exposed them. Miss Gina handed her a pair of nipple clamps which she proceeded to screw onto my pointy nips. She explained, "These have sharp needles which we will tighten periodically during the night. By morning, your nipples will be pierced straight through! Won't that be lovely?" The initial pain was excruciating but only lasted for an hour before numbness set in. I closed my eyes, hoping against hope to get a little sleep. It wasn't to be. These three vixens were insatiable! Miss Gina squatted over me and planted her back door pussy firmly on my mouth.! Mistress Smokey squatted over my engorged pole and impaled her ass in one forceful lunge! Miss Gina, meanwhile, activated the built-in vibrator in my dildo! The violent vibrations caused me to wriggle and squeal the sissiest of squeals! She began licking, slurping, and nibbling on my cobalt-blue balls. The sensation was incredible. The frustration of being denied release was even more incredible! When I awoke it was late morning. The sound of the carpet layers doing their thing woke me up. My jaw ached, my cock was raw, and I had the worst headache I'd ever had. My hands and feet had been released and I was alone. I felt my head. My pin-curlers hadn't been removed! Miss Elsa strode in, elegantly dressed in a knee-length negligee. "Wakey, wakey, sissy! Let's get you bathed and dressed." Getting out of bed with the 'monster' still imbedded in my pussy was a chore. I groaned in a combination of pain and pleasure. Miss Elsa chuckled knowingly. She replaced my dildo with the nozzle of the douche hose and I flushed and rinsed my innards squeaky-clean. When she sat to relieve herself she forced my nose and mouth to her slit. I obediently squatted as she flushed my face with her hot and salty stream, then lapped her clean! I douched her 'til she was squeaky-clean...front and rear. We both climbed into the steamy tub. Unlike yesterday I wasn't allowed the pleasure of release. Her three body-quaking orgasms was as close as I was gonna get. She finally began removing the curlers from my hair. After she had brushed and fluffed out my curls she turned me toward the mirror. I looked like a pink Chia-Pet! "Adorable! Simply sissy-adorable!" She exclaimed. I cringed! She supervised as I applied baby-blue and pale- pink eye shadows and a thick coat of velvety cobalt-blue mascara. The hot-pink blush on my cheekbones matched my lipstick. She applied two coats of sissy-pink polish to my fingernails and toenails. "We'll have to get you some extra-long sissy acrylic extensions when we get you to the salon!" While my nails dried she removed my nipple clamps. As advertised, my nipples were flawlessly pierced! She gleefully inserted two-inch long golden replicas of perfectly formed cockettes and balls...complete with hot-pink tips and cobalt-blue balls...just like the real ones I sported below! They were attached to delicate one-inch gold chains and tickled my chest with the slightest movement! She ordered me to re-insert my jingly sissy-tail before proudly displaying my outfit for the day. "No panties or bra for our sissy Tiny Timmy today!" Miss Elsa exclaimed gleefully. "Today we want your sissy-tail swinging free to loudly announce your arrival wherever you go! And, the lovely dress we've altered just for you will show off your new nipple jewelry to its best advantage! Won't this be fun?" I stared at the 'dress' and shuddered at the thought of having to mince and swish around the house in such a revealing outfit...even if it was just for the private pleasure of my three tormentors! "But first, I've picked out the sissiest of lingerie for our panty- stealing, panty-sniffing pansy-boy!" She handed me a waist-cincher. It was boned. It was trimmed with oodles of hot-pink, ruffled lace. It was virgin-white satin. It had hooks and eyes to secure it in the front and sturdy nylon lacing in the rear which, even to my na?ve eyes, would constrict my waist to a miniscule dimension. She wrapped the eight-inch wide satin band around my mid-section so that it rested just above my boyish hips. After merely securing the eight sets of hooks and eyes I could feel its confining grip beginning to restrict my breathing. With my arms raised high she began tightening the laces in earnest. By the time she had brought the edges together I was truly thankful that my bowels had been drained. Anything inside them would have surely been squeezed out! A tape measure indicated that my twenty-one inch waist was now a very sissyish eighteen inches! My constricted waist emphasized my previously boyish hips which now flared to ultra feminine proportions. "This will help remind you to keep your back straight...a vitally necessary affectation every well-trained sissy-boy should strive to attain." Amazingly, I was able to don the pale-pink nylons and attach them to the long, ruffled satin garters. My nylons were abbreviated, only reaching to just above my knees. She handed me a pair of shoes. "If you loved your six-inch heels, you'll simply adore these!" The calf-skin, baby-blue Mary Janes had tiny satin bows at the vamp and at the back of the heel. They had slender heels which were seven inches high! Once again, my feet felt an immediate sense of relief after I secured the ankle straps. I took a few tentative mincing steps after which I found myself strutting my sissy strut like a pro...much to Miss Elsa's intense delight. With both hands resting on my now flaring hips my fingers almost touched as they encircled my tiny waist! "I love it! It's just the look we want you to achieve! In no time at all you won't even need that restricting cincher! Of course, being the perfect sissy you are, you'll probably feel naked without one! I'm sure we can find them in smaller sizes!" Miss Elsa gloated. "Doesn't it give you a lovely sense of security?" "Now, paint your tiny sissy-cock and balls!" She instructed, as she handed me my hot-pink lipstick and cobalt-blue eye shadow. The lacey hem of my waist-cinching garter belt perfectly framed my be-ribboned and still-engorged sissy-bits. My sissy-tail jingled and my cock swayed lewdly as I continued mincing and swishing about the room until Miss Elsa instructed me to stop. "And now for the coup de grace!" My 'dress' was an abbreviated baby- blue full skirt, trimmed with delicate pale-pink lace ruffles and cobalt-blue satin ribbons and bows. The sewn-in white chiffon triple- tiered petticoat held the skirt out at an obscene ninety degree angle. Short doesn't even begin to describe the length! It barely covered my lower abdomen and left my sissy-bits and sissy-tail fully exposed! The silky chiffon petticoat tantalized and tormented the tip of my sissy- cock beyond belief! But it was the bodice of the dress which proved to be most humiliating! It was nothing more than an ultra-sheer wisp of baby-blue silk. The spaghetti-strapped, low-scooped neckline left my nipples and their lewdly dangling piercings completely exposed and lewdly framed by the cobalt-blue lace trim interspersed with tiny satin bows. My waist cincher was clearly visible underneath the sheer material as were my garters stretched tautly to my nylons beneath my full skirt. All topped off by my hot-pink brillo-pad coiffure! As I gazed at my reflection it became all too clear that no one would mistake me for anything but a swishy, mincing, pansy, sissified caricature of a twelve-year old girl! I was mortified beyond anything I could imagine! "Are those tears of joy I see?" Miss Elsa questioned rhetorically. "Of course they are! No sissy in history has ever looked so lovely!...Or so wantonly seductive!" She breathed hotly into my ear and jammed her wet tongue deep inside! I shivered! My tears weren't tears of joy, although I think she knew that! Her cackles of pure sadistic pleasure at seeing me crying sissy tears were a dead giveaway! For thirty minutes she had me practice my curtsy. She was overjoyed at the way I delicately held my skirt and managed to perform the maneuver...over and over and over and over...! I minced my way downstairs and into the kitchen. Mistress Smokey and Miss Elsa didn't even try to contain their laughter. "Oh my god!" "It's even more sissy than I imagined!" "Elsa, you've outdone yourself!" "Twirl your sissy butt for us, sissy Tiny Timmy!" "No panties! How positively vulgar! Perfect sissification if you ask me!" "I can't wait to show him off!" On and on...their spiteful and demeaning commentary continued. Tears were streaming down my rosy cheeks. My semi-permanent make-up didn't even streak! "We won't have to wait long to show off the little darling!" exclaimed Mistress Smokey. "The carpet boys have just finished up. I hear them coming downstairs now!" I cringed...wanting nothing more than to be swallowed up and disappear! The thought of being forced to face strangers terrified me more than my first night at juvie! I began shaking uncontrollably. I covered my face in shame and started to flee. Mistress Smokey grabbed my arm with her vice-like grip. "Don't even think about it, sissy-boy! Not unless you'd rather face all your 'friends' back at juvie! Can you imagine what fun they'd have when you enter your cell dressed as the sissy you are?" She was holding that ever-present phone. As always, I stopped dead in my tracks. "Now wipe those tears and put that sissy-smile back on your face! Show our guests just how much you appreciate all the hard work they did to lay such sissy carpeting in your lovely boudoir! We want to hear sissy squeals of joy when they show you how pretty they've made your room!" The two boys strode into the kitchen and announced they had completed their work. They did dramatic double-takes when they saw me...in all my sissified glory. Just as I had observed when I saw my image in the mirror, I'm sure they had no doubt about the true nature of the freak who stood demurely before them! Their laughter and taunts were even more ear-splitting than those of my tormentors. What stunned me more than their derisive comments was the way they had their arms wrapped around each others waists and the way their eyes darted from my sissified appearance then back into each others lust-filled eyes! "Oooh, Smokey! We had no idea we were doing all that work for a faggot! He's simply divine!" The boy called Lance screeched in a most obviously effeminate way. He reached out to tweak my nipples. "Look, Carlos! Just look at this cute nipple jewelry! I've never seen anything so delightfully perfect. It just screams sissy, don't you think?" Miss Elsa took charge. "Model for the boys, sissy Timmy! Show them the rest of your ensemble...especially what's underneath your fluffy petti! And, remember, smile, smile, smile!" She cackled. The boys were drooling with lust as I swished around the room. With an embarrassed flare I even flipped my skirt obscenely to give them an unobstructed view of my be-ribboned cock and balls and my jingly sissy- tail. It was an exhibition which excited them to the point that they both sprouted monstrous bulges inside their cut-off jeans. Their bare chiseled chests and six-pac abs glistened with sweat...and it wasn't sweat caused by laying carpet! Lance and Carlos had their hands all over my body. Lance continued to tweak my nipples and run his hands over the silk bodice of my dress. Carlos had reached under my skirts and was groping my cock and balls. His calloused hands both hurt and stimulated me. I swear, if my cock wasn't so tightly constricted I would have spurted on the spot! "I knew you two gay studs would enjoy a delicious treat like sissy Timmy!" Cooed Mistress Smokey. "And, I think our little pansy-boy will enjoy the treats you two are sporting inside those sexy shorts!" "Oh, yes, sissy-boy, show our guests just how happy you are that they went to all the trouble to lay your carpeting!" Miss Gina chimed in. "Show them now!" I knew the drill! My 'training' at juvie hadn't been forgotten. Mistress Smokey's long fingernail tapping incessantly on the phone was the exclamation point to Miss Gina's order! I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned Lance's shorts. His 'package' bulged lewdly inside the ruby-red silk thong he wore. I stroked it tenderly, not wanting to irritate it...or him! I slid over in front of Carlos. I looked into his eyes as I undid his shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear! His nine-inch, fully engorged bone sprang free and plopped against my nose! In a nanosecond I had my lips wrapped around his drooling helmet. I hadn't tasted the real deal since juvie. Memories of countless hours on my knees in just such a predicament were both frightening and fond! It didn't take long for Carlos to flood my mouth with his manly goo. Once I had him buried deep in my throat and had massaged his shaft with the well-trained muscles in my gullet, he spurted like 'Old Faithful'! I was oblivious to the bawdy comments of my three tormentors. I greedily ripped off Lance's silken thong and gobbled his slightly smaller, but equally engorged, rammer deep down my esophagus. The sweet and salty treat rivaled the best that juvie had to offer! When I had finished I hung my head in shame! Now my three tormentors had absolute visual proof that I truly was the sissy cocksucker they had only accused me of being! The throbbing in my own constricted cock and the tingling in my ass pussy reminded me that the pleasure I felt was just as real as the humiliation I was enduring. I served the five of them sandwiches and soft drinks as the two studs...my two studs...sat naked as jaybirds and my three tormentors sat clad in their negligees. The boys couldn't get over my sissy-tail and the tinkle-bell chimes which it emitted with each mincing step I took. They groped and caressed my tiny ass each time I came within their reach! Their lewd remarks left no doubt that they wanted more than just a sensuous feel. Finally, Lance groaned, "I can't take it anymore! C'mere and sit on my lap, faggot! Let's talk about the first thing that comes up!" He laughed sadistically as he reached for my sissy-tail and eased it out of my pussy. The emptiness I felt was strange. I centered my pussy directly over Lance's rigid lance and he skewered me in one smooth, well-practiced movement. "Eeeek!" I squealed, half in mock distress and half in very real delight. Lance held me tightly by my drastically reduced, satin-bound waist and bounced me vigorously on his pole. My girlish squeals were matched by Miss Elsa's own orgasmic squeals as she sat on Miss Gina's lap, her pussy impaled by Miss Gina's entire left hand! Mistress Smokey was not to be denied either. She was on her knees gobbling Carlos' massive dong...preparing him to give me the pussy stretching of all-time! And he did, too! After Lance unleashed about a gallon of 'real boy' man-cum into my bowels, Carlos lunged into my well-greased hole with a vengeance! He had me bent over the kitchen table and pumped me for ten minutes as my three tormentors looked on with envy and I broke the sound barrier several times with sissy screams and squeals. Just as I had been forced to do in juvie, I was forced to clean the real boys' cocks with my mouth! While the boys dressed to leave I was on my knees lapping Miss Gina and Miss Elsa squeaky-clean. Later that evening, as I served wine and cheeses to my mistresses, they re-played the video of my performance with Lance and Carlos...over and over and over again! "Your pansy, faggot, sissy, swishing perverted performance saved two hundred dollars in installation cost! Very well- done, indeed, sissy Timmy!" Mistress Smokey declared. "It's nice that you're finally earning your keep!" The boys had put my room back in order. I was sleeping like a baby before the deadbolt slammed shut. For the next three days I was kept locked in my boudoir while Mistress Smokey attended classes and Miss Gina and Miss Elsa managed their businesses. With nothing else to occupy my time I practiced my make-up techniques, practiced perfecting my curtsy, and devoured the stacks of fashion magazines which filled my bookcase. I went through my new wardrobe and tried to put together combinations which the fashion gurus suggested and hoped each would please my captors. Each day the doorbell rang several times. Of course I was unable to respond. When Mistress Smokey returned home and released my deadbolt I couldn't help notice the several packages which had been left at the front door. After several days it was literally impossible for me to walk in anything less than a four-inch heel...six and seven inches felt even more comfy. I felt naked without my sissy tail. It was also literally impossible for me to remember anything remotely resembling the inferiority complex driven, pseudo-macho bandit I had once been! Mistress Smokey began loaning me out to Miss Gina and Miss Elsa. During the days I cleaned and scrubbed their homes until my polished nails were mere nubs. I washed and ironed their laundry and prepared their meals. At night I spent most of my time on my knees either lapping them to successive orgasms or feeling them plunging any one of dozens of progressively larger dildos into my continually gaping pussy! To my utter consternation, and their unreserved delight, I was compelled to wear a proper uniform in the evenings. A proper uniform exclusively reserved for the most highly skilled French maids...and for the sissiest of teenage pansies! My three short satin formal maid's uniforms were pale yellow, to match Mistress Smokey's golden hair; ruby-red to compliment Miss Gina's auburn locks; hot-pink to contrast with Miss Elsa's chestnut-brown tresses! Each uniform was complete with stiff taffeta petticoats, ruffled satin panties, increasingly smaller waist cinchers, thigh-hi silk stockings, and seven-inch patent leather stilettos! All three took great pleasure in watching me 'service' the countless delivery-boys who brought food and liquor on a nightly basis. Not a night went by when I didn't suck at least two cocks or feel them drilling my pussy 'til they spewed their seed inside me. I remember thinking that my current life was not that much different than the life I led at juvie. Well, that is if you don't count all the pretty clothes and sexy lingerie I got to wear! All in all, a far cry from prancing around in just a plain pair of nylon panties and suffering mean- spirited beatings! After three, or was it four months of forced femininity and confinement I noticed subtle changes in the way Mistress Smokey treated me. It wasn't like I was an equal or anything like that...I still referred to her as 'Mistress', after all. It was a gentler, more lenient, Mistress Smokey. The day she left my deadbolt unlocked when she left for school I felt a mind-numbing sense of freedom! She had been talking with mother several times a week! Right in front of me she gleefully described every teensy step of my feminization...including every gory detail of my faggot sissy-training with the countless boys she invited into the house. Mother was pleased! She couldn't wait to return home and meet the new house-maid. Of course, Mistress Smokey had sent mother several videos as proof of how successfully my sissification was working out. The day before mother was scheduled to return home Mistress Smokey arranged my first salon experience. It was also the first time I would be out in public, other than traveling the short distances between our home and the homes of my other two mistresses. She showed me the 'Little Lord Fauntleroy' outfit she had originally promised I would wear in public. It was shameful! I was mortified! Hadn't I done her bidding precisely as she had demanded for months? Why was she torturing me in this way? "Just a little reminder to be the best sissy you can be when your mother sees you tomorrow for the first time. We've agreed that anything less should result in an immediate phone call to your probation officer and to the Judge!" Her tone wasn't the threatening tone she had always used. It was gentle...almost loving. It was a tone which implied that she truly hoped I would pass muster with mother. Miss Gina and Miss Elsa were there to help me into the humiliating and demeaning sissy ensemble. It began with the obligatory waist-cinching garter belt. It brought my now eighteen-inch waist to a very slight sixteen inches. Yes! My diet had been very successful. The pink and white garters held my sheer white nylons tautly just above my knees. The lace trim and pretty pink bows on the welts tickled my lower thighs. A pair of hot-pink pantaloons hemmed with white ruffles peeked out from beneath the hem of a pair of billowing ruby-red velvet shorts. The sissy shorts buttoned along the side. There was no zipper in front and no pockets! An ultra sheer, pink silk blouse with billowing chiffon sleeves and satin cuffs actually fastened to tiny buttons sewn inside my velvet shorts. They held the blouse as tautly as my garters held my stockings. The blouse was tapered to be as form-fitting as a second skin. With no bra my lewd nipple piercings shone like beacons. A hot- pink satin sash belted my tiny waist. A pair of seven-inch ruby-red Mary Janes added just the right touch to my ultra-sissified look. Miss Elsa suggested a white bonnet trimmed with ruby-red satin ribbons but Mistress Smokey vetoed her suggestion and opted to leave my sissy- pink pin curls fully exposed. "We promised the salon staff a sissy...and a sissy they'll get!" She exclaimed with finality. She handed me a purse...a sissy purse made from white satin and dripping with ruby-red lace ribbons and bows. It hung from my shoulder by a tiny gold chain and bounced naughtily against my hip with every mincing step. My make- up was minimal...not nearly the exaggerated sissy look required of me at home. It left no doubt that I was the sissy-boy they had trained me to be. The exclamation point to the entire sissy look the humiliating outfit projected was the lascivious outline of my sissy-cock bobbing inside my pantaloons. It was still be-ribboned and still engorged. I hadn't cum in months! My ever-present sissy tail was firmly imbedded in my pussy. It tinkled and hummed with tortuous delight! The girls at the salon were ecstatic when my mistresses presented me in all my sissified glory. One by one I curtsied as I had been trained to do and as I had so religiously practiced since my initial confinement at home. "How perfectly delightful!" exclaimed CeCe, the owner of CeCe's House of Curls. The young receptionist made an exaggerated effort to introduce me to all the customers as she guided me to a wash basin. I recognized her immediately! Marcella Maricone! A gorgeous five-foot-four blond with a figure that any girl would die for. She was one year ahead of me at school, on the pep squad, and had been in several of my classes...that is, when I had bothered to attend classes! She was one of the girls I had teased incessantly! Worse...she recognized me! "Oooh, Timmy! I heard that Smokey was bringing you in today!" She squealed with her patented cheerleader enthusiasm. "I was supposed to have the day off but just had to be here for your debut...your coming-out debut!" "M...Mar...Marcella! Oh no! P...Pl...Please don't tell anyone at school!" I was mortified! Of everything I had been through in the past few months, this was the most humiliating of all. "Oh, Timmy! I can honestly promise you I won't tell the kids at school." She cooed. "Th...thank you, Marcella! Thank you so much! I'm so sorry for all the trouble I caused you in school!" I even dipped to one of my well- practiced curtsies...it had become automatic whenever I addressed any female. "How adorable!" She screeched. "A lovely curtsy, worthy of a sissy-boy like you! And, I do promise not to tell anyone...I don't have to! Everyone...well, most of the girls anyway, already know about your, uh...your sissy punishment! That is what Smokey calls it, anyway, isn't it?" "Everyone knows? But how?" I covered my face with my hands as she sat me in a chair at a wash station...both terrified and embarrassed beyond anything imaginable. "Well, for one thing, Lance is my boyfriend! Well, he was until Carlos bragged to everyone who would listen how he and Lance laid carpet at your house and then laid you!" She giggled at her own cruel joke! "Apparently, you're the most accommodating little sissy! Carlos is still talking about your stellar performance. If you ask me, he'd love to hook-up with you again! I hear he's really huge! Is it true?" "Oh Marcella, how could he say such things? This is sooo embarrassing! It wasn't my fault! Smokey, Gina, and Elsa forced me to do all those horrible things!" Tears of shame were streaming across my cheeks. "Didn't you mean to say MISTRESS Smokey, MISS Gina, and MISS Elsa?" She asked in a threatening manner. "In fact, I understand you've been instructed to refer to ALL girls as MISS! Or, am I mistaken?" "N...no, Marcella. You're right. That's what they're forcing me to do!" "Then, sissy Timmy, I suggest you do as you've been told! Starting with me!" I got the hint. I meekly sniveled, "Y...yes Miss Marcella. I'm sorry, Miss Marcella." "Much better, pansy-boy! Now, you just sit here and wait. MISS Ronald will be along shortly to work on you! Oh, I almost forgot! The girls from the pep squad are all scheduled for appointments today. They couldn't wait to meet the new sissy of the school! Won't it be fun to see them? Maybe not for you! But, I'm sure they will get lots of giggles seeing Mr. Macho-Tim in his new sissified condition!" She turned and walked back to the receptionist counter after blowing me an exaggerated air-kiss. The girls from the pep squad...coming here to see me! More than likely, coming here to torment me! Mistress Smokey had exceeded all her previous efforts to humiliate me! MISS RONALD! I couldn't even imagine who she might be! I was still holding my head in my hands. Hoping beyond hope that I could just disappear. Suddenly, I felt the light touch of a hand on my shoulder and heard the most effeminate baritone voice lisp into my ear, "Hi Sweetums! I'm Miss Ronald. Let's begin with a warm and sensuous wash." Then he squealed with girlish delight, "I just love your color! Did you do it yourself?" He ran his fingers sensuously through my hot- pink pin curls. MISS RONALD was a sight to behold. I had never seen anything like him...ever! He stood almost six feet tall. He probably weighed no more than a hundred thirty pounds, dripping wet. His platinum-blond hair was done in a perfect French twist with tiny tendrils curling delightfully across his cheeks. His eyebrows were nothing more than ultra-thin arches, barely visible unless the light bounced at just the right angle. His make-up was perfection itself. Powder-blue eye shadow blended into a dramatic silver on his upper lids. His lids were lined with liquid black liner which extended well beyond the outer corner of each eye. Ruby-red lips...lips which had been injected with about a gallon of collagen...and soft rose blush on his cheeks highlighted his button nose. I could feel his long acrylic nails massaging my scalp. It actually felt soothing. They were the same ruby-red as his lipstick. He wore the standard ultra-sheer uniform worn by all the beauticians. White nylon slacks and a white nylon tunic. Underneath the sheer uniform his obviously expensive lingerie was seductively visible and testimony to the very good living he made at the salon. Under his tunic was a shiny silky emerald-green camisole trimmed with the most delicate antique-white French lace. The tiny spaghetti straps were fashioned from the same lace. The delightfully feminine garment was all the more incongruous laying against his flat chest. Miss Ronald's tunic had been hemmed so it fell to just above the waistband of his slacks. A three-inch wide sterling silver belt, encrusted with diamonds, circled his tiny waist. Matching emerald-green French tap panties covered his black satin garter belt. The satin garters tugged at his pale, sea foam-green nylons whose welts were tantalizingly visible just below the lacey hem of his panties. The bulge tenting his slacks told me he was just as excited to be running his fingers through my hair as I was having him do it. He was perched precariously on a pair of silver lam? open toe pumps with six-inch stiletto heels. He was just as 'at home' in his sexy heels as I was in my Mary Janes. Dramatic chandelier style earrings of silver and diamonds dangled from his ear lobes. His flowery perfume assaulted my senses. "Oooh Smokey! You are just such a devious bitch!" He screeched. "I so adore your little sissy! I could simply eat him alive!" "Do your job properly, Miss Ronald, and you just may have your way with the little darling!" She squealed back. "Gina, Elsa, and I are off to do some shopping. You have your instructions and we expect to see nothing short of perfection when we return a few hours from now. Toodles!" Miss Marcella, the oh-so attentive receptionist, came running over. She whispered breathlessly in Miss Ronald's ear, "Oh goody, you haven't started! The girls from my pep squad just showed up. They're dying to see Smokey's new pansy-boy! Can they come over for just a sec?" "Of course, Dahhling! Of course! By all means bring them over!" He lisped, ever-so gleefully. My worst fears were about to come true! Six of my high school's finest were about to have their jollies at my expense, to demean and insult me, to humiliate me far beyond anything Mistress Smokey had done so far! "Sit up straight, sissy Timmy!" Miss Ronald ordered. "Show them you're proud to be the sissy you are! And remember, smile, smile, smile! Mistress Smokey has given me the phone number for your probation officer. I have instructions to make a call if you aren't the perfect, happy sissy you've been trained to be!" He lisped ominously. Despite his stern warning I scootched down into the soft leather cushion of the chair, hoping beyond hope that it would just swallow me up. It was not to be. In an instant I was surrounded by six of the most gorgeous girls, all decked out in their cheerleader finery...ultra-short red, white, and gold pleated skirts, white V-neck sweaters, with a red and gold, eight-inch high "S" emblazoned over their ample busts. Matching ankle socks, and tennis shoes complimented their seductive uniforms. As they bounced their way across the salon, their shiny gold satin panties were proudly displayed. They spewed bubbly jeers and taunts of derisive humiliation. "Oh my! Have you ever seen anyone looking like such a sissy!" Squealed Alycia. "He's sooo girly! Look at that hair! Sissy-pink! Yuck!" Cooed Bethany. "He's a walking insult to every girl in school! God! Those velvet shorts...and check the sissy pantaloons! My god, how does he walk in those heels?" Yelped Mary Ann. "His stockings and garters are to die for! I have to get a picture!" Exclaimed Amber, who yanked a digital camera from her purse. "Lots of pictures! One with each of us!" Suggested Carrie. "And a group shot, too! Miss Ronald, will you take that one?" Marcella asked. Miss Ronald grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. He whispered in his annoying baritone lisp, "Smile sissy-boy, smile! And don't forget your manners...curtsy for the real girls!" I pasted my patented 'happy-smile' on my face and stood before the gaggle of teenage girls. My face was as red as my velvet shorts! One by one I curtsied in humiliated supplication and greeted each in my squeaky, simpering voice. "H...he...hello, Miss Alycia." I whispered with one hand on my hip and the other extended in a dainty, limp-wristed salutation. "Nice to see you, Miss Bethany." She grasped my extended fingers and shook my hand...quite obviously mocking me! "Hi, Miss Mary Ann." "Hello, Miss Amber." She mocked me by returning my curtsy with an exaggerated sissified curtsy of her own! "Nice to see you, Miss Carrie." I dropped into my deepest curtsy as I once again deferred to the threatening stare and obvious authority of their leader, Miss Marcella Maricone. She smiled victoriously as she snapped picture after picture of my sissified submission to each member of the squad. With the group of girls standing in a semi-circle behind me, Miss Ronald ordered me into another deep curtsy and took several more embarrassing group shots. "You know, girls," Miss Marcella chattered to the group, "we do need a mascot for the squad. We've been talking about it forever! I think this is the perfect opportunity to add a seventh member. What do you girls think?" She was holding my hand and twirling me for everyone's inspection. Miss Bethany responded with an a most hateful comment. "I don't know about the rest of you but there's no way I'm gonna let a pansy sissy like him wear one of our uniforms! It would be too humiliating to be seen with him representing our school like that!" "Oh Bethany, you're sooo right!