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A tongue in cheek look at what happens when sissies, along with those who love them, get together for a fun-filled evening. "Just Another Average Night On the Farm" By: Simonne Danielle © 2008 - 2009 All Rights Reserved [email protected] Tonight was gonna be a special night as far as I was concerned. My plan was to help Laurie's mom get ready for her date and get her out of the house as quickly as possible. Once Evelyn was gone we'd have all evening for my best friend to finally do something with my hair. Waiting for it to grow had been terribly frustrating. The wigs I'd had to endure for the past few months caused me to perspire profusely and played havoc with my scalp. Now that it was long enough -- in Laurie's never-to-be-humble-opinion, at least -- I could barely contain my excitement. It seemed like it took forever to grow out and I think Laurie was even more excited than me that something could finally be done with it. I walked in without knocking (it was practically my second home, after all) and found Laurie in the family room watching the tube. "Hey Laurie," I called out excitedly to signal my arrival. "Where's your mom?" I asked, anxious to get the festivities underway. My best friend was plopped down on the sofa in front of a large screen TV from which soft moans of sexual pleasure were emanating. "Hey," she acknowledged my arrival while still managing to keep her eyes glued to the set. "She's upstairs getting ready. She's meeting her new girlfriend for drinks. After we do your hair you're gonna stay and keep me company tonight, I hope, I hope?" Even though her greeting was as warm and loving as usual, her eyes had that glazed-over look which meant she was watching one of her special videos. Those videos always put her in a randy mood. Her tone of voice was already dripping with pent up sexual innuendo. 'Should be another fun night,' I thought smiling to myself. "Is a frog's backside watertight?" I joked. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. You know that. Just let me help her get ready. You know how she depends on me. Besides, it'll get her out of here faster. By the way, you look really, really hot! Special occasion?" "Not really. You know how I like to glamour up when I watch my favorite movies," she giggled. "Besides, I know how much an outfit like this drives you nuts." Laurie's a bit on the outrageous side. Her and her mom Evelyn have been our next door neighbors practically my entire life. Besides being best friends I guess you could call Laurie and me kissin' cousins. Even though we've just recently gotten to the actual kissin' part. And that only began about three months ago after she found out I'm much happier being a girlie-boy than the boy my mother gave birth to. She found out right after Mom innocently outed me to Evelyn. There was very little our moms didn't share, after all. It was only three months ago, though it seems like a lifetime, when Mom, during their regular morning cup of coffee get-together, casually mentioned to Evelyn how she'd come home a couple of days before and found me -- her son, and only child -- decked out in one of her prettiest slips. The midnight blue one with all that luscious lace. I was wearing her slip over a tissue stuffed bra, garter belt, smoke-gray nylons, and her brand new pair of four-inch open toe sling backs. There I was primping at her vanity with my legs crossed in that same sexy way Mom does, putting the finishing touches on my cotton-candy colored lips. It wasn't that she was upset or concerned over finding me in that advanced state of girlishness. Far from it. But it had been a long, long time since she'd seen me all pretty and girlie. And she couldn't wait to blab to Evelyn how cute she thought I looked! After all, in my formative years we had played our secret little "Mommy and Daughter" game it seemed like forever. Once I hit puberty though, all my silly boyish shyness and embarrassment kicked into overdrive. Since then I'd managed to confine my seemingly insatiable desire to envelope myself in her clothes (especially her silky underthings) to those times when she was at work or out on a date -- times when I had the house to myself. My foolish pubescent shyness simply would no longer allow me to parade my girlish self in front of my mother. It was dumb and immature, I know. On the day she walked in on me, had I simply lost track of time? Or was I just plain tired of all the hiding and sneaking around -- subconsciously wanting her to catch me? I do remember feeling both terribly embarrassed and curiously relieved at the same time. Mom's casual acceptance of that seemingly bizarre vignette quickly put me at ease -- as if she knew it was only a matter of time before I would realize my destiny. What led to her re-discovering the girlie me three months ago really doesn't matter now, I guess. Anyways, it was during those alone times that I'd find myself irresistibly drawn to not only wear her pretty things but to actually pretend I WAS her. Like I said, trying to deny all those urges was dumb. Especially dumb because ever since I was a toddler, like I said, we'd made it a game, then a habit, where at first I'd playfully experiment in her high heels. Then, as time passed, I'd don one of her way-too-large, but oh-so silky peignoirs with one of her long and flowing feather boas wrapped about my neck while she was dressing for work in the mornings or pampering herself while getting ready for a date. It always made me feel like a princess -- her princes -- and she did nothing to discourage me. In fact, she began calling me her little princess. Although only when we were alone. It was our special secret, after all. She always tittered encouragingly during those fun times saying things like, "Oh, Daniel, you have such cute legs!" Or teasingly, "Those heels would look so much cuter on you if you wore one of my skirts or dresses." Tempting me with suggestions like, "Heavens, next you'll be asking to borrow a pair of my nylons!" Even , "Princess, you really ought to consider shaving that peach fuzz from those gorgeous legs! Then you can be silky smooth all over just like me." After that peach fuzz comment, when she'd gone off to work, I did! There really wasn't anything to shave at that stage of my development. Nevertheless, the very act of soaking in a floral-scented bubble bath and emulating Mom's most feminine act was unbelievably thrilling. My smooth skin felt heavenly! And, I've kept myself silky smooth ever since! Mom seemed to like that a lot! Things just sort of snowballed from there. On more than one occasion, when I was still a pre-teen, she thought it was loads of fun to coat my lips with whatever shade of lipstick she had selected for herself. She always made it a point to summon me -- interrupting whatever I might be doing at the moment -- to let me know she was about to start on her make-up so I could join her. Mom's playful lip coloring quickly escalated to trying out different looks with the same mascara, eyeliner, blushes and nail polishes she used. Even spritzing me with her favorite perfumes. She made me feel sooo girlishly grown-up. The first time she did the whole make-up thing on me her prophetic comment was, "What'd I tell you, Daniel -- you were meant to be a girl." One time, as she made up my face and used her hot curling iron on my light blond hair to magically create a delightfully youthful and very feminine hairstyle, I gazed into her vanity mirror and couldn't think of a single reason to argue the point. All I could do was whisper shyly, "Mom, I'm so pretty ..." After that momentous day she'd spend entire evenings fussing with my hair and make-up -- even my nails -- until everything matched hers. The first time I innocently begged, "Mom, why can't I have my own nightie just like the one you're wearing!", her eyes sort of glazed over and she uttered that fateful reply, "What a lovely idea, Daniel! We'll shop for some real pretty things! Then we can pretend you're mommy's little girl!" Although, after she kept her word and bought me all those pretty things, it really wasn't pretend anymore. She began treating me exactly like 'mommy's little girl'. At least until I hit puberty when the rush of all those confusing hormones kicked into overdrive and mommy's little girl took up residence in the closet. Mom didn't seem the least bit put off by my post-puberty steadfast reluctance to play our Mommy and Daughter games. She'd sit there at her vanity, slowly applying her make-up, and smile knowingly when she'd catch me staring longingly -- as if she knew it was only a matter of time. Anyway, the day she walked in and found me decked out in her slip a few months ago was the first time she'd actually found me flying solo. To say she wasn't ecstatic over her discovery would be like saying the Pope isn't Catholic. And she couldn't wait to tell Evelyn. After she blabbed about her discovery Evelyn thought it was cute! When Evelyn told Laurie, Laurie thought it was cute, too! It was right after that innocent conversation that my girlie self made her debut at an intimate backyard cook-out. No doubt it was all that mommy's-little-girl-time which brought me to the point I'm at now. That is, completely at ease being the femmy girlie-boy Mom, Evelyn and Laurie adore and chomping at the bit to pamper the three women in my life who have accepted me unconditionally and made all this possible. And the girlie me has been a permanent member of both households ever since -- completely obliterating any trace of the former Daniel. "You look cute too!" Laurie gushed. "Are those shorts new? They really show a lot of leg. And half your butt is showing! Isn't it fun being able to wear sexy things and drive everyone so crazy?" "I can't believe all the stares everywhere I go. It's hard to believe I wasted all those years pretending to be a boy," I giggled. "I had my legs and cooch-cooch waxed this morning then spent some time in the tanning salon," I bragged. "On the way home I passed by 'Brigitte's'. Saw these in the window with this cute top." I pulled down the lacy shoulder strap of my new cropped tank to show off my tan lines. "Couldn't resist. You know me - Little Miss Fashion Whore. Hey, like I always say, if you got it, flaunt it! Right?" Last week Mom gave me my own credit card. I've been doing some serious damage to it just about every day since. Mom loves it! Says it's a lot easier and so much more fun -- two girls living together. "By the way Laurie, for the record, YOU definitely got it! And from where I'm standing girl, you definitely know how to flaunt it!" "Only for you girlfriend, only for you," she teasingly answered back. Laurie knows how to tease. She knows exactly what gets me all worked up. She knows what gets everyone worked up. If anyone knows how to work the room it's Laurie. Girls, boys, men, women. Doesn't matter to her. Not a prejudiced bone in her body. Laurie's an equal opportunity purveyor of sluttiness. And why not? She learned from the best -- her mom. And once she learned about me -- the girly me -- she was eager to teach me all she knew. Take this afternoon for instance. Sitting here in their family room she was totally engrossed in her newest T-Girl DVD, "The Untold Sexual Exploits Of Thailand's Most Notorious Ladyboys -- Part 17". She's decked out in this unbelievably scintillating black lace cocktail dress all pouffed out with a gaggle of petticoats. I wondered briefly why she was dressed to the nines at this hour of the day. Then again, I figured it's just Laurie being Laurie. With her stiletto-shod feet propped up on the coffee table the way they are, she's shamelessly showing off her gorgeous legs -- all the way up past the tops of her nylons and her garters -- right up to her glistening satin panties. She knows I'm staring! And she knows I know she knows! It's a fun little game we play with each other constantly. Especially on days when we both know we'll have plenty of playtime. Like today. Anyway, she's flashing me that seductive smile, the one she uses to tantalize me no end, and ever so slowly fanning her knees open and closed. Of course, this causes her dress to scootch even higher up her thighs. Just the way she intended. I can't decide which is more tantalizing, her blazingly bright smile or her panty covered crotch. She knows how crazy it makes me. But then, I make her just as crazy when I do the same to her. "Preview of coming attractions?" I inquire in my most lewd and salacious tone. "Do you mean coming or C-U-M-M-I-N-G?" she retorts with equal lewditity. "I guess you'll just have to wait 'til your mom heads out!" I shoot back as I hear Evelyn shouting from upstairs. "Danielle! It's after five!" That's another thing. The three of them, as if by some unspoken unanimous decree, began calling me Danielle the day Mom told them she'd found me wearing her slip and primping at her vanity. She told them that and the entire history of our Mommy and Daughter games from years before. That same day Mom hustled me off to 'Brigitte's' where she bought me the most adorable skirt and top and a pair of four inch wedgies. And panties and my very first bra! Then invited them over for a cook-out and chit-chat but mostly to introduce Evelyn and Laurie to the new me! Mom proudly proclaimed as she hugged me possessively, "I knew it! I just knew it, Danielle. You WERE meant to be a girl!" After a couple of weeks and several shopping sprees later, to my utter astonishment and delight, Mom had me in the endocrinologist's office where I 'suffered' through my first of a still ongoing series of shots designed to enhance my embarrassingly boyish chest. "With these shots I think you'll see some very pleasing results in short order," Dr. Angelica proclaimed with confidence. "Excellent!" Mom exclaimed. "It's been a terrible waste of Kleenex," she laughed. I stood there in Dr. Angelica's office probing my skinny pecs imagining futilely that I could already feel the tender puffiness Dr. Angelica predicted would occur in no time at all. After three months of shots I'm only up to barely an a-cup. But where there's life, there's hope. Mom's a generous c-cup. And I have her genes. Evelyn interrupted my reverie. "Think you can manage to get that cute little butt of yours up here and give me a hand, Danielle? I have to be out of here in less than an hour." I start heading for the staircase. I'm tottering a bit 'cuz I haven't quite broken in my new five inch cork-soled platform wedgies. "Coming, Mother!" I holler sarcastically. "Coming or C-U-M-M-I-N-G?" Laurie gurgles breathlessly as her fingers probed where only a select few have gone before. "C-U-M-M-I-N-G! Like you just did, smartass!" I yell back when I'm halfway up the stairs. "Just keep enjoying your Ladyboys!" ~ - ~ - Simonne Danielle's "Just Another Average Night On the Farm" ~ - ~ - "Don't you look cute!" Evelyn squeals as I enter her inner sanctum. "Only you youngsters can get away with wearing a pair of short-shorts like those. New?" "Youngster! Harrumph! You're not THAT much older than me. Got 'em just today at 'Brigitte's'. Like 'em?" "I love 'em! And that top is to die for!" She's putting the final top coat of gloss on her blood-red talons. Blood-red is her trademark. Fingers and toes always highly glossed in blood-red. "No bra?" she asks. "How daring! With your tiny boobs and your hair so short you could almost pass for a boy!" she teases. "Not quite, I'm happy to say. You should've seen the looks I got. I mean, the way my nippies barely poke out. People treat me like I'm a twelve year old. It's fun! And my hair's not THAT short! Laurie says she wants to do something cute with it. Says it's finally getting long enough to work with." "I think Laurie has something planned for tonight besides doing your hair. It's a surprise and I know what it is! You're gonna cream your panties!" she whispers conspiratorially. I know better than to pump her for any more information. But her hint at Laurie's surprise might explain why my kissin' cousin was down in the family room so delightfully decked out. Laurie, it seemed, always had something up her sleeve -- and lately it was always something designed to more fully immerse me in my newfound world of femininity. Evelyn looks her usual devastatingly gorgeous self sitting there practically naked in her midnight black demi-bra and matching garter belt with its garters dangling against her creamy white thighs. That's it! I mean, no panties or hose or the sky-high stilettos she's hardly ever without. No false modesty whatsoever. Least not since she 'adopted' me as her second daughter. "Stand here in front of me, honey. Let me look at you." I do and she stares clinically -- directly at my crotch. She runs her hand lightly over my groin and sighs. "I just can't believe how you can hide equipment as large as yours inside a pair of teeny shorts like these. How on earth do you manage? Your shorts are so tight I could swear you have lips down here ... Just like mine." She giggles as she spreads her legs enough to allow me a generous glimpse of her naked vagina. "Evelyn, you know how I'm always complaining about that gaffe I've been wearing. It works great but it's so uncomfortable. And it certainly restricts my choice of fashions. Well today when I was in 'Brigitte's' I happened to walk through the pre-teen department where there was a display of the cutest little panties. That's when I got my brainstorm. I picked up a pair of silky white ones. Girls, size four. The smallest size they have. I mean really, really tiny! With the cutest scalloped lace trim. Would you believe, they're tighter and hold me in more securely than any gaffe ever has! My pecker is tucked back so tightly it tickles my asshole with every step I take. Wound up buying a dozen pair! What'cha think?" "Danielle, how many times do we have to remind you it's your clitty now! And your vagina. Pecker and asshole sound so unladylike! Get with it girl!" she chastised me. "Now let me see!" "Sorry, Mother!" I giggle back. I step out of my wedgies and unbutton my shorts, wiggling to slither them over my hips and butt -- both of which seem to be getting plumper and rounder by the minute. She scrunches down and sits on her haunches so that her face is only a couple of inches from my pantied crotch and she still can't see any tell-tale bulge. Even when she slips a finger along the camel-toe formed by the folds of skin left over from stuffing my testis's up inside she can't feel my tucked-back pecker, err ... clitty. Although, if she continues to finger me the way she's doing, these new panties are gonna be put to the ultimate test! "Amazing, Danielle! Are they comfy? They're so silky! Take 'em off. Let me see all of you. I can't even begin to tell you how excited I get every time I see you. Knowing I've had such a significant role in your recent transition, I mean. I don't know anyone more naturally feminine than you. It actually makes me wet just thinking about it." She leans back on her haunches. Not a moment too soon, either! Her soft touch is really putting a strain on things. I wiggle out of my new panties and out pops little 'danielle'. Almost smacks her on the chin. She emits a satisfied giggle and spreads her legs apart even further. I can see the glistening droplets. She latches on to my clitty and pulls me closer. "My, oh my, you're so smooth -- all over! "I'm jealous! Did you get waxed down here?" she whimpers jealously. Even still she leans in and plants just the lightest kiss on little 'danielle's' clitty. "I did! Why not let me wax you down there. Your date will love it! Guaranteed!" I had to change the subject! If I didn't I'd ruin her flawless make-up and she'd surely be late for her date. "Could you? Would you? I mean, I have the wax kit and everything. I just never had the guts to wax myself down HERE." "Silly girl! Let Mommy Danielle show you!" I retrieve the wax kit from under her bathroom sink. She's already laying out on her bed with a towel under her hips. As I run my fingertips along her vulva and the surrounding area she lets out a contented moan. I can feel the downy soft growth of stubble that's sprouted since she last shaved. "Don't get yourself in a lather Evie. Besides, this may sting a bit the first time. Don't worry though, I'll kiss it and make it all better if you're a good girl!" "Ooooh! I think I'm gonna like that!" she coos. For the next twenty minutes I slather on the hot wax and rip away every last vestige of her pubes 'til she's as smooth as the proverbial cue ball. I massage a soothing vanilla-flavored lotion onto the entire area. The scent is heavenly. She begins writhing when I slip one well manicured finger in between her nether lips and start flicking her engorged clitty. She really goes nuts when I bend over and flick her clit with my tongue. We've developed that sort of relationship ever since 'Danielle' came into the picture. "Stop! Stop! You're gonna make me ... Aarrgghh! ... Cuummmm!" I love making Evelyn cum like that. At thirty-four years old she's definitely a babe. And she doesn't mind showing it all off -- To almost anyone who's attractive enough to catch her eye -- Men and women alike. Just like her daughter. No biases in that department. Evelyn loves a good hard cock as much as she loves a juicy wet pussy. Just depends on what's available at the moment. I know what she wants next. But if we start down THAT road she'll never meet her date on time -- Probably not at all! It's happened too often lately. I'm repairing what's left of my lipstick. "C'mon, you slut! Let me help you get ready. When you get home, if you're still this horny, Laurie and I'll be here!" "Oh Danielle, I love when you talk dirty to me!" she breathes huskily. "Okay, okay! I get it. You and Laurie just want your playtime!" Then ... "Dress me like only you can. Make me into everyone's wet dream!" Maybe it's all the years of hanging off Mom's luscious legs while watching her primp and preen herself into my ideal vision of femininity. Maybe it's 'cuz the only reading material in the house has been fashion and glamour magazines and romance novels or that the only shows we watch on TV are romantic soaps and the Shopping Chanel when it features the newest fashions. Or maybe it's just my innate sense of art and fashion. Whatever it is, Mom, Evelyn and Laurie love to let me decide what they should wear. Lately they insist on it! I hardly have any time to myself! Mom even wants to enroll me in beauty school. I think I'd like that. But I digress. "Who are you meeting tonight?" "Marci. Why?" "Perfect. I have just the right outfit in mind. And, a couple of special attractions guaranteed to get her in that jealous frame of mind which'll have her begging to do anything to make you happy. By the way, when am I gonna get to meet this latest love of your life?" "Why? So you can steal her all for yourself?" she teased. I pad over to her dresser and grab a few things. I peel open a fresh packet of nylons - black, fully-fashioned, opera-length with lacey welts -- then kneel at her feet. "Someone's still awfully wet down here," I coo, as I unroll the silky donuts and very slowly slither them up her legs. I love to teasingly caress her thighs and blow soft hot breaths on her damp pussy. Drives her crazy! "Omigod, Danielle! You're making me crazy! Does your mother know the depths of your talented mouth? I certainly hope you haven't deprived her!" Evelyn's gyrating her hips in a frantic attempt to mash her pussy onto my mouth. Unless I miss my guess her girlfriend is in for the ride of her life tonight. In between blowing soft rapid puffs of breathy air against her glistening vulva as I clip her garters to the silky nylons, I manage to grunt out, "Who do think taught me, you hot bitch?" "I should have known," she gushes. "I only wish you were here all the time to help me dress -- and other stuff," she complained while she waggled her eyebrows Groucho Marx style. "What's next?" She's clenching and unclenching her thighs in a futile attempt to get herself off. The insatiable slut! I lay her out on top of the towel. No sense taking a chance of staining her best satin comforter. I spread her legs far apart. My pecker is bobbing and weaving directly over the juncture of her thighs and starting to drool my version of her own glistening droplets. "You're not gonna do what I think ... ?" Are you?" she gasps. "Not before my date! It wouldn't be fair to Marci!" "You wish!" I saucily retort. "I'll just bet you'd love showing up with a big load of my T-girl cum drooling down your legs!" "Ooooh! You tempt me so!" she whimpers. "Just lay there and keep these gorgeous legs spread, missy." I reach for my duffle-size purse and grab a few essentials from her vanity. I push her legs back so her feet are propped flat on the towel. She's delightfully and fully exposed. Both her glistening pussy AND her tiny winking rosebud! The new tube of vanilla flavored lube is gonna be perfect for both. I squeeze out a generous dollop onto her nether lips then force it inside making sure to thoroughly coat the inner linings as deep as my slender fingers will permit. I repeat the process in her rosebud before inserting one, then two, then three fingers so far I swear I could feel the other side of her belly button! "Danielle! What on earth are you doing to me? That feels marvelous!" "Shush! I'm not done yet! But here, taste this." I offer a finger and she licks it eagerly. "Yum! Where did you find THAT? It's delicious." "Marci's gonna love it!" I answer with self-assured confidence. I lean in and lick away the excess from both her luscious openings. Mind you, just to satisfy my curiosity that it really does taste as good as it smells. It does! ~ - ~ - Simonne Danielle's "Just Another Average Night On the Farm" ~ - ~ - Now for the coup d' grace. Something I've been dreaming of and planning for quite some time. I had picked up the necessary supplies a few days ago when I was out for a stroll on the Venice Beach Boardwalk. I had stopped to watch a henna tattoo artist when the idea came to me. Truly a stroke of genius. I had been practicing and my innate artistic talent would make bringing my plan to fruition a piece of cake. Using black, red, and cobalt-blue henna inks I set about my task. Faster than you can answer the question, "How does the guy who drives the snowplow get to work in the mornings?" I tattoo long black kitty whiskers, cobalt blue cat eyes, and blood red cat lips on and around her vagina. I grab a hand mirror and hold it so Evelyn has a bird's eye view of my handiwork. "What 'cha think?" I ask as she cranes her neck to look. "Ooooh! I think my pussy has a pussy!" she exclaims. "It's adorable, Danielle! Marci's gonna love it!" "Just one more tiny detail." I spread her lips and dab jet black henna on her fully engorged clit. "Now you have that big black cock you've always wanted. Not quite as big as the monster dildo you're planning on impaling Marci with. But I think it's cute!" Evelyn sighs in obvious admiration of my artistry and ingenuity. "You just lay there and let it set up while I change into something sweet and sexy for Laurie." She lays back contentedly and I head over to Laurie's bedroom to raid her closet. We're always raiding each others closets and Laurie's gonna love what I plan to wear. If I learned anything when I was still a T-Girl-in-the-closet it was perfecting the art of the quick-change. I can't even tell you how many times that helped me avoid discovery by Mom! Until things started escalating, that is. It was all that rush-rush practice that had me dressed and ready to go in less than fifteen minutes. It was Laurie's unbelievably luscious cotton candy pink Easter Sunday confection -- a full skirted satin dress, overlaid with pink French lace and dripping with oodles of white ribbons and bows. Underneath I sported a virgin-white lacey silk bra, a matching garter belt attached to communion-white stockings and a pair of pure silk lace-trimmed flutter panties. Three, count 'em -- Three! -- pure white chiffon petticoats pouffed my dress out to impossible dimensions! The only concession I made which belied my 'Little Girl' image was a pair of pink patent leather Mary Jane's with very adult five-inch heels. I covered my shortish hair with the same wide-brimmed beribboned bonnet Laurie wore to church last Easter. Pearl earrings, lace gloves and a tiny pearl-encrusted crucifix were the perfect accessories. I was hoping the crucifix would help convince God just how sincere I was each time I prayed for bigger boobs. "Omigod, Danielle! You look good enough to eat!" Evelyn exclaimed as I walked back into her bedroom. "Why thank you, Ma'am. Why don't we save the eating part 'til later, though?" I give her one of my best model-like pirouettes and swish my petticoats Can-Can style. Evelyn was propped up on her elbow eyeing my artwork in the mirror. She dropped the mirror and jammed a finger inside her pussy-pussy. "Mmmm! Pussy never tasted THIS marvelous! You're an artistic genius, Danielle! Now, can you PLEASE finish dressing me! I'm gonna be late." "Don't get your panties in a twist, Bitch! You're worth waiting for," I say to soothe her. "Sit up, if you can manage." I slip a pair of blindingly shiny red patent leather sling back open toe pumps on her feet. A gleaming midnight black dripping-with-lace silk chemise is next. It barely covers her unbelievably magnificent hips and butt. It will provide just the right amount of modesty underneath the sinfully sheer blood-red raw silk sheath I've chosen. Just the tiniest hint of lace trim on her chemise peeks out from the outrageously low cut bodice. As I slide the zipper Evelyn asks, "My panties! What about my panties? I'm not wearing any panties! I'm NOT going out without panties! I couldn't!" "Tut-Tut! Don't fret! I haven't forgotten," I assure her. "Hold your dress up." I kneel at her feet and, as she places a hand on my shoulder to steady herself, I slip a pure silk, blindingly silver bikini panty up her legs and nestle it snugly over her hips and buns. "Silver panties? The rest of my lingerie is black! Whatever are you thinking? It doesn't match!" she rightfully complains. "Just shush! There's a method to my madness. It's not supposed to match. Keep your dress up around your waist and lay back down," I order. She does. And I spread her legs as far apart as I can possibly get them. Her crotch is perfectly exposed. I grab for my tube of cotton candy lipstick and apply a generous coat to my lips. I lean in and plant a perfect lip print dead center on the silky silver gusset. Then three more imprints trail up to the lace waistband. I stand her up, turn her around and plant two more lip prints on each of her perfect buns. "There! All finished! If this doesn't make Marci jealous and hot to trot, nothing will!" I happily predict. Evelyn's turning and twisting in front of her full-length mirror. She smiles and nods in agreement. "You're so right, you little devil! I can't wait to see her reaction!" "When she asks just tell her your T-Girl babysitter kissed you goodnight." We walk downstairs, arm in arm. I hand Evelyn her tiny patent-leather red purse which she slings over her shoulder. It bounces saucily against her hip. "Before you head off Evie, there's just one more detail we need to attend to," I suggest mysteriously. "Really? It seems to me you've already thought of everything. What could you possibly add?" "Just this," I retort as I extract a large amber pill vial from my purse. One of those with the safety cap. "Getting you ready has made me sooo horny! I need some relief before you leave." I start hiking my skirts up to my hips. "You want me to ...? Can't you get Laurie to help you? I'm gonna be late!" she whines. "She could, I suppose. But then you wouldn't be able to give your precious Marci a nice big juicy cummy-flavored kiss hello, would you?" "Ooooh! What a cleaver girl you are! But the pill vial. What's that for?" "You'll see. Now, how's about getting down on your knees and do what you do so well? And for heaven's sake, don't swallow!" Without giving it a second thought Evelyn dropped and inhaled the full length of my pecker. It didn't take long, let me tell you! I wasn't kidding when I said I was horny. In mere seconds her mouth was filled to overflowing with all the delicious T-Girl cream I'd been saving since last night when that nice boy, Larry ... Well, that's another story. With her cheeks almost to the bursting point, I held out the plastic pill vial so she could deposit my cream. Enough to fill it more than halfway. I sealed the vial with its safety cap and placed it in her purse. "Take a tiny sip of this every once in a while. It'll keep your breath cummy-fresh! And drive Marci to distraction!" I advised as she repaired her lipstick. "It will! It will!" she exclaimed with glee. "It'll drive her mad!" And with that, Evelyn was out the door. ~ - ~ - Simonne Danielle's "Just Another Average Night On the Farm" ~ - ~ - I make my way back to the family room where Laurie's still engrossed watching her Thai Ladyboys. I have to laugh because she's so engrossed she hasn't even noticed me standing in the doorway. I suppose it's to be expected given the fact that her fingers are buried in her pussy and she's in the throes of her god-knows-how-manyeth-orgasm! "Ahem!" I clear my throat loudly. That gets me noticed alright! She looks at me appreciatively and emits a long and slow wolf-whistle! She slides off the sofa, adjusting her dress and petti's as she walks over, and holds her three guilty fingers under my nose. They smell so ... so ... 'Laurie'. I stick out my tongue for a taste and she slips her middle finger between my lips. Her dripping index finger slides up my right nostril and she proceeds to coat my nasal membranes with her luscious juice. Her most intimate scent will be with me all night! Laurie's decadent that way. I told you she's outrageous. "Look at you!" she coos. "You've been jealous of this dress ever since I wore it last Easter. I just KNEW it!" She fluffs out my skirt and petticoats in that motherly way she has. "I was wondering when you'd appropriate it." "Does it look okay on me? I love it! And this bonnet is sooo ..." "Girlie?" she finishes my thought. "Thank you, Miss!" I giggle and drop into a deep curtsy. "Now, do you think you can REALLY do something with my hair?" "No problem, girlfriend." She snatches the bonnet from my head and leads me to the nearest bathroom. She unzips me and I step out of my dress and three lighter- than-air petticoats. With a nylon salon cape protecting my lingerie I submit to her ministrations for the next thirty minutes as she washes my barely-over-the-ears honey blond hair, snips a few split ends, and uses a blow dryer and curling iron to shape my hair into the style she has in mind. She back combs and shapes my locks into the cutest pixie- cut anyone could wish for. "Your mom said you had more than just a hairdo planned for tonight. Wanna share?" I hint as she zips me back up. "I do! I do!" she giggles. "And don't you even dare think about putting that bonnet back on! Your hair looks DARLING! If I do say so myself!" she warns. "Sooo? What gives?" I'm touching up my mascara and cotton candy lipstick. Yummy! "Well," she begins teasingly, "remember the boy in my ballet class I was telling you about? Stephen. Stephen Rifkin." "Stephen the Sissy?" I ask just to be clear we're talking about the same boy. "Not just THE Sissy'! Only the BIGGEST sissy you've ever laid eyes on! Maybe the biggest sissy of all time! I mean, some of the boys in dance class are sissies, that's for sure. But Stephen ... He puts all the others to shame! And his mother! OMIGOSH! His mother! She dotes on him worse than any of the other mothers. Even more than the girls' mothers! Such a stage mom. "Of course, being she's the owner of the dance studio, I suppose it's only natural. She's proud her son is a sissy. And protective! I mean, god help anyone who dares to make fun of her precious Stephen! I swear, she'll slit the throat of anyone who dares!" I remembered seeing this fairy-like vision of loveliness the few times I'd gone there to pick up Laurie after class. He's a terrific dancer. Our age, too. You have to be eighteen to be in our class. Slim -- petite really -- pretty legs, which I'm SURE he shaves. The black tights the boys are required to wear are as sheer as they come. You can see the dark matted hair on the legs of the other boys right through their tights. But not on Stephen the Sissy. His legs are just as silky smooth as every one of the girls in the class. I'll say one thing, though. For being so petite he sure has a very impressive package between his legs! The nylon-lycra dance shorts the boys wear are designed to display even the smallest package to maximum advantage. And Stephen the Sissy's package is no SMALL package, let me tell you! "Anyway," Laurie continues, "I've sort of taken him under my wing. Even his mother seems to have taken a liking to me. Last week we had a dress rehearsal for our upcoming recital. I got to wear my brand new tutu for the first time in class. We're doing Swan Lake, you know. The way that boy started drooling when he saw me dancing in it! Oh my! I know jealousy when I see it! I used to see it in your eyes! So I know! "It was during our first break when he spontaneously gushed how pretty my tutu was and how lovely I looked wearing it. I took him aside and offered, 'You know, Stephen, if you want you could come over my house and try this on. You could! I can tell how much you want to. I wouldn't laugh and I sure wouldn't mind. In fact, I'd love to see you in it!' I was like all gushy. He started to get embarrassed ... all red-faced and stuff ... but I could tell he couldn't resist the idea. "Predictably, he said he'd have to ask his mother's permission. She hardly ever lets him out of her sight. I asked him over for tonight. His mother was so thrilled that he'd finally made a friend his own age. She pulled me aside and gave me the biggest hug. I decided to push my luck and told Mrs. Rifkin that it'd be just me and Stephen AND my best girlfriend, Danielle. "I even confided, in the strictest of confidence you understand, that my best GIRLFRIEND, Danielle, is a sissy just like her Stephen. I know! I know! You're not a sissy in that sense of the word. But I wanted her to feel comfortable. She told me she was thrilled that her Stephen would finally get to meet another sissy -- outside dance class, that is. It would let him know he wasn't alone. Besides, she confided, she's all too aware of that massive package between his legs. She knows he's at that age when even sissies -- especially sissies -- desperately need an outlet for all that pent-up sexual energy. "She was even more ecstatic when I told her I'd promised her precious Stephen I'd let him model my tutu. 'We could make it a slumber party even!' I boldly suggested. She loved the idea and promised to drop him off at seven ... that's about fifteen minutes from now! Can you believe it?" "He is cute, Laurie! And that package between his legs! I can't wait! Mmmm!" I licked my lips. "I know what you mean! Believe me, it's the first thing I noticed," she laughed. "I can't wait to get my hands wrapped around it!" "Just your hands?" I challenged. "Asshole!" Laurie shot back. "That too!" I flipped up my skirts to show off my own butt. The two of us primped and preened while waiting for the doorbell to chime. Laurie praised my choice to wear her Easter dress as a stroke of genius. But she wanted me to look even more 'sissy-fourteenish' than I already did. At her insistence I took off my Mary Jane's with their five inch heels and traded them for a more conventional pair with a very babyish half-inch heel. She also toned down my make-up but said my cotton candy pink lipstick was perfect! For my part, I'd gladly wear diapers and ruffled plastic panties just to get an up close and personal glimpse of Stephen the Sissy's magnificent package! As we waited on pins and needles Laurie informed me that Stephen's mother had been in almost daily contact with her. "Danielle, you can't believe how excited she is. She calls me everyday -- sometimes three or four times. She's been trying to pry information out of me about what our plans are. She even made a few suggestions of her own. She did tell me, in no uncertain terms, that she felt it was high-time for her Stephen to enjoy the full sissy experience. She even winked at me to let me know what she meant by the FULL sissy experience. I promised her that, after tonight, she'd have the perfect sissy she's always dreamed of -- and much, much more. I didn't want to spoil the surprise. But I've been shopping all week to make sure we'll have everything ready. I think even you are gonna be impressed." Just then the doorbell rang. Right on time! We ran to answer it. I don't know what it was we expected to see. But it sure wasn't the eighteen year old Stephen we knew from dance class standing there. When Laurie flung the door open we were treated to the sight of Mrs. Rifkin with her arm wrapped protectively around the shoulders of the loveliest creature ever. This vision -- this creature -- looked nothing like the boy Stephen from Laurie's dance class. As Laurie and I stood there, mouths agape and with perplexed looks on our faces, Mrs. Rifkin took immediate charge. "Good evening Laurie. And of course you're Laurie's best friend, Danielle," she gushed as she grasped my hand. "You've come my studio to retrieve Laurie many times. I so wish you'd consider enrolling in my classes. You have a dancer's grace and movements. So nice to finally meet you. My goodness, I had no idea this was to be a formal get together! I wish you would have told me. Your gowns are lovely, girls!" Laurie, thinking fast and not wanting to embarrass Stephen, quickly stated, "Oh no, Mrs. Rifkin, it's not what you think. Danielle and I were just trying on a couple of my new dresses. I guess we must have lost track of time! We were about to change into our comfy's when you rang the bell." Then, "Stephen, you look adorable. Your outfit is positively charming! Isn't it, Danielle?" she gushed. "Heavens! Where are my manners? Don't just stand there. Please, come in. Come in!" Mrs. Rifkin gently but firmly guided her son into the foyer. "I suppose Stephi's ... ahem, Stephen's ... outfit is a bit over the top," she commented. "But you did say this was to be a sissy slumber party, didn't you? It's so exciting -- Stephen's very first slumber party! And, you did promise to let my Stephi ... Stephen ... try on your tutu, right?" she winked. "I can't remember the last time he's been this excited! Actually, he selected this outfit himself when we went shopping a couple of days ago. Isn't that right, sweetie?" "Yeth, Mummy," the 'vision' replied timidly with the most delightfully coquettish lisp. I couldn't really tell if he was embarrassed to be wearing such an outrageous outfit. The rouge on his cheeks camouflaged any natural blush! "I'll admit I did fuss with his hair and added a touch more make-up than he normally wears at a recital," she giggled sheepishly. "I couldn't resist, really! The curls and blond highlights were an afterthought. This being Stephen's first slumber party and all." Laurie was obviously as enthralled as I was. "I think Stephi is more appropriate, Mrs. Rifkin. Don't you, Danielle? And his hair and make- up is perfect!" I just nodded dumbly, flashed my friendliest smile and swiveled my hips to swish my petti's, sissy style. The shorts and shirt he was wearing weren't exactly designed for a girl or a boy. But they were the perfect outfit for a sissy like Stephen -- A ten year old sissy! -- A ten year old Little Lord Fauntleroy sissy! Dark maroon, skin-tight velvet shorts hugged his hips and butt and flared out so dramatically at mid-thigh they almost looked like he was wearing a skirt. And the cuffs! They had to be two inches wide -- hot-pink ruffled satin, no less! His shirt -- blouse really -- was the palest pink chiffon with a two-inch wide ruffle of white satin running the length of the front. And a Peter Pan collar trimmed with the most delicate scalloped lace. And sheer ballooning chiffon sleeves ending with the same ruffled satin cuffs that buttoned tightly at his slender wrists. Hot-pink satin suspenders with white satin ribbon lacing running their entire length! Omigosh! His shorts have no zipper! Ooops! I take that back. It's at the back. Just like the pearl buttons holding his blouse closed. And, to top everything off, there's that package. His skin tight shorts were designed to emphasize and call immediate attention to that gorgeous package. It's huge! Yum! Omigosh! He's wearing barely-over-the-knee stockings! Pure-white topped with two inches of delicate elasticized white French lace which leave about three inches of creamy white thigh delightfully exposed. His shoes! The most delicate ballet slippers I've ever seen! Pink! With satin ribbons wrapped about six times around his slim ankles and calves. Goodness! Is that really lip gloss and a thick coat of mascara! Mummy had even given him a manicure -- at least I assumed it was Mummy's doing. In any event his nails were filed into delightful ovals which extended slightly past his fingertips and had been glossed with the most delicate shade of pale-pink polish. And did Mummy Rifkin pluck his eyebrows into those delightful finely-arched shapes? They certainly look different than the last time I saw him. He's even wearing white lace gloves. Talk about your Stage Mom! Mrs. Rifkin is All-World! "Well, I suppose I should leave you three to your slumber party. You certainly don't want an old fuddy-duddy like me interfering with your fun." ((I'm sure she's at least thirty-four!)) She kissed her sissy on his rosy cheek, leaving a large dark-rose lip print. "Have fun, Stephi. Don't stay up too late. And for heaven's sake watch what you eat. Have to watch your waistline and we don't want this cute behind to get bigger, do we?" She groped one cheek of his bubble butt in a proprietary manner. And, with those admonitions, she turned to leave. Laurie had already grabbed Stephi's hand and was leading him to the family room. "Wait! Wait! I almost forgot!" yelled Mrs. Rifkin, turning back inside. "I packed this overnighter for Stephi. Just a few things I thought might be fun for your sissy slumber party, sweetums. Oh, and this camera. It takes video, too! My Stephi's first slumber party wouldn't be complete without lots of photos for his scrapbook. Would you girls mind? Enjoy! Ta-Ta!" ~ - ~ - Simonne Danielle's "Just Another Average Night On the Farm" ~ - ~ - If the contents of Stephi's overnighter were anything like the overnighter itself, Stephi was in for a real treat! A shoulder bag the size of Rhode Island. White satin background decorated with a band of sissy-boy angels cavorting amongst pink, yellow and blue wild flowers. How perfectly sissy! In the family room Stephi was tripping all over his tongue trying to make apologies for 'Mummy'. I placed a comforting arm around his shoulder and whispered, "Don't be embarrassed, Stephi. My mom was the same way with me once she discovered I was a sissy. Your mom's just showing her pride! You have no idea how lucky you are to have such an understanding mom! We both are!" "Thank you, Danielle," he sniffled. So cute! And, he smells divine! What IS that perfume he's wearing? "Are you girlth gonna change? Or are you gonna wear theeth pretty gownth all night?" Sissy Stephi lisped innocently. That LISP! It's as divine as his perfume! "Actually, we really were planning to wear these. For a while, anyway," I teased, then swished my skirt and petti's for effect. "You could wear one too, if you want! There's lots here to choose from and we're all the same size!" "Or you could try on my tutu!" Laurie suggested. "That's what you really want, isn't it?" "Oh yeth! Yeth! Could I? It'th all I've thought about thinth danth clath! Could I? Pleeth!" "Of course you can, Stephi!" Laurie said, turning on her charm. "Let's you and me go up to my room. I'll help and we'll come back and surprise Danielle. Okay?" "Ooooh! I can't wait! Thith is thooo exthiting! Danielle, you thtay here. I really want to surprithe you! Okay?" "I promise, Stephi. I can't wait to see you in your tutu! But, hurry! Please!" I really couldn't wait to see that package of his encased in a leotard and peeking out from under Laurie's short tutu. "While we're gone, Danielle, why don't you break out a bottle of wine? Mom left us a couple of Pinot Grigios in the fridge. There's some cheese and crackers, too." "Wine?" Stephi naively asked. "You guyth drink wine? And your mom knowth?" "Silly! Of course we do," Laurie responded. "No sissy slumber party would be fun without it! C'mon now. Let's get you changed." Fifteen minutes later they returned. Laurie had outdone herself -- exceeding all expectations. Stephi the Sissy was ECSTATIC! His eyes sparkled like diamonds. His knee-high's had been replaced with the sheerest of sheer pale-pink tights. She had spray painted, or so it seemed, a pink satin leotard on his willowy, size six frame and that was topped by her three tiered eight-inch tulle tutu. And, he had boobs! Not much to brag about, really. No bigger than my barely a-cups. But they were boobs! With the cutest little nipples making pointies under his leotard. Talk about exposed! Those ultra short layers of tulle did nothing to hide Stephi's monstrous and completely out of control boner! It was threatening to bore a hole right through the pink satin encasing it. As it was, it was pointing straight up and almost touching his belly button! The cutest tiara sat atop the mass of golden curls his mummy had so thoughtfully created. And his dance shoes! Omigosh! Honest to goodness pointe shoes which only the most experienced ballerinas dare to wear, let alone dance in. And dance he did! Stephi tripped the light fantastic all the way across the family room, pirouetting on his toes, arms rounded high above his head, until he melted comfortably in my outstretched arms in perfect fifth position. When he wrapped his arms around my neck and pressed his open mouth against mine, sharing a lot of tongue in the process, it was my turn to melt. Did Laurie put him up to THAT? Or did the darling pouf think of it himself? Who cares! As his hot tongue probed deeply I looked across the room into Laurie's laughing eyes. When his red-hot poker threatened to bore a hole through the multiple layers of my dress, three petticoats, and panties so it could duel with my own raging pecker, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. This previously closeted sissy was truly a world class kisser! I could only imagine how those butter soft lips would feel wrapped around my cock! Or how his steel hard tongue would feel probing deep inside my sissy-pussy! Mummy Rifkin was right about one thing, though! Her outrageously sissy son is definitely at that age when he desperately needs an outlet for all his pent-up sexual frustration! When he finally broke off that phenomenal kiss and I was able to catch my breath -- I think it was three days later! -- Laurie and I settled onto the settee where we sat like doting parents as our sissy prot?g? performed to the music of Swan Lake. Stephi had found his true calling and true sissy paradise. Laurie and I shared photographer duties, taking dozens of stills and a lengthy video clip. Mummy was gonna be thrilled! "I took a bunch of pictures while Stephi changed into my tutu," Laurie confided during an interlude when Stephi was retrieving more snacks from the kitchen. "Look at this one. It's too precious!" She flipped through the digital images 'til one appeared showing our sissy stroking his sissy-clit through a pair of silken panties Mummy had included in his overnight satchel to wear under his leotard. "Pretty panties," I observed. "Especially pretty wrapped around that magnificent ramrod of his." "If you think those are pretty, you should have seen what he was wearing under his Little Lord Fauntleroy shorts," Laurie whispered. "Positively the most adorable satin sissy-pettipanties -- with rows and rows of ruffles across his bottom -- and simply dripping with oodles of ribbons and bows." "Those pointe shoes aren't yours. Where'd they come from? And his boobs! Are those your idea?" "Nope. Mummy's," she replied. "Stephi told me he begged her for the shoes. His boobs are just a pair of foam falsies tucked inside an a- cup trainer. Mummy hid them at the bottom of his overnighter with a note which said she thought every sissy in a tutu should have his own teensy boobies. Stephi's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw them! You wouldn't believe what Mummy included in that bag. In her note she even said she wants to talk about getting Stephi started on girlie pills if all this works out tonight." I've got to get Mummy Rifkin together with Mom and Evelyn. Those three have a lot in common. Stephi returned from the kitchen with a fresh tray of goodies -- En Pointe, no less! After he set the tray down and poured fresh goblets of wine he sat himself down on my lap. He assaulted my mouth with more mind-bending juicy kisses -- which set my whole body tingling. Three glasses of wine later, somehow -- and I SWEAR I don't know exactly how -- my hand found its way to the satin covered tent pole under Stephi's leotard. As if they had a mind of their own my fingers began lightly tickling the outline of the tip of his clitty, then down its satin encased shaft and finally, to the bulging sack imprisoning his squishy nuts. Stephi moaned contentedly as he humped his groin wantonly against my digits. I was pretty sure no one had touched him there since Mummy had bathed him as an infant. "Ooooh! Danielle! What are you doing?" he moaned. "No one'th EVER touched me there!" It didn't stop him from continuing to hump my hand, though. "You wanted to come to a sissy slumber party, Stephi. It's what we sissies do, silly," I cooed into his ear. "We do THIS too," Laurie giggled. Laurie slid off the settee onto her knees and began nuzzling his crotch. It didn't take long before Stephi's entire body shuddered and that familiar tell-tale gooey stain appeared. Stephi was on sensory overload. I could hear Laurie sucking his life's juices from the satin leotard and the wispy nylon of his tights. He was still humping his softening pecker against my hand -- desperately trying to achieve even more relief. When he realized that wasn't going to happen so fast he offered, "I think I'd like to try on one of your dretheth, Laurie. I love thith leotard and tutu but it'th definitely rethtricting. Besides, I wanna wear grown-up thtuff like you two. Could we go up tho I can change? Pleeth!" the darling sissy panted. Oh god! That lisp! We didn't have to be asked twice! Our sissy slumber party had certainly got off to an excellent start. Stephi, the sissy eager beaver, led the way to Laurie's room like he owned the place. As we caught up with him, he was already stripping out of his dance shoes, tutu, and his sticky leotard and tights. Laurie was snapping off photos every step of the way. He turned towards the camera, posing in the cutest manner, and held his foam rubber titties to his chest so the tiny nipples were poking out from between his fingers. "I LOVE having titties!" he exclaimed. In short order his incorrigible sissy pecker was poking out from between my fingers. I simply couldn't resist! I stroked him lightly as I dropped to my knees and allowed my skirts to flare out in a circular pattern on the floor. He thrust his hips forward in one insistent motion and buried his pecker deep in my throat. The poor dear had no experience -- no finesse. There was so much we could teach him. He squealed with delight as I urgently ran my tongue up and down his shaft and around his clitty tip. I massaged his squishy sack with the heel of my hand and tickled his sissy-pussy with my finger tip. When he moaned and gurgled all the right signals I slipped my finger inside -- all the way to the hilt. His knees began to buckle but he managed to balance himself by holding onto my shoulders. His frantic humping of my mouth didn't last too long. He gushed six thick ropey strands of goop into my mouth. I swallowed furiously. Losing only a few drops was a credit to my expertise. And it saved Laurie's Easter dress from a cummy disaster. "Stephi, I've never seen anyone spurt so much goo! You're fantastic!" I squealed spontaneously. "Mummy made me thave up sinth danth clath!" he innocently replied. "She told me a thecret. That all thithy slumber partieth include lotth of thquirting!" He was giggling like he'd just confessed to stealing a Milky Way from the candy store. I turned the sweetie around and removed my finger in favor of my tongue. He tasted divine! "Stephi, you taste marvelous back here! I could keep my tongue buried in your sissy-pussy forever!" I slurped. "Mummy thought it would be a good idea to douthe before we left to come over here. She said a thithy should always be kithing fresh." He giggled that delightful giggle yet again. Then, to my astonishment, he asked as he looked longingly over his shoulder, "Danielle, what you jutht did for me ... I mean, I've never done that to anyone. I've never had the chanth! Do you think I could ... You know, would you let me ... um, I want to do THAT to you!" Laurie and I looked at each other in amazement. This was certainly a first. I mean Laurie, and even her mom, had happily sucked my pecker countless times. But BEG me to let them? NEVER! As much as I knew they loved sucking me, they had NEVER begged! Real girls just never beg! Here was Stephi the Sissy begging! Even as my tongue was still buried deep in his patootie, the little dear was begging to suck my pecker! How could I refuse? As always, when someone wants something as badly as Stephi, there's a bit of room to negotiate. And negotiate I did -- for Laurie's benefit, to be sure. And anyways, his ongoing training would require that he become equally proficient lapping pussy as slurping clitty-cocks. I was certain Mummy would insist on it. "Stephi, if you want to do THAT to me you're gonna have to do something in return. I mean, that's only fair, right?" "Ooooh, Danielle, I'll do anything! Anything at all! I thwear!" Such a dear! Beautiful AND charmingly eager. "What you want to do to me ... Well, I want you to do the same to Laurie. Can you do that?" "What? Ohhh! You mean lick ... between Laurie'th legth? I've never ever done THAT! I've never even theen between a girlth legth! Well ... exthept for Mummy. You know, when I help her dreth or help her bathe. But I've NEVER put my tongue there! I wouldn't even know what to do!" he wailed all in one breathless outburst. "Oh, Stephi, you silly sissy, let us teach you!" I encouraged. "Yes, Stephi, let us! It's actually one of the most essential duties every sissy is lucky enough to perform," Laurie lectured. "And, he has to learn to perform eagerly and willingly for every real girl whenever he's asked. Right, Danielle?" She winked at me conspiratorially. "Yes! Absolutely, Laurie!" I heartily concurred. "Even though every girl, between her legs, you know, is unique, there's certain basic techniques a sissy needs to perfect. After we teach you the basics you'll quickly develop your own improvised skills. I know I did. Besides, there's no higher calling than for a true sissy to be able to give real girls the pleasure they deserve!" I added. "Really?" Stephen the Sissy asked with wide and sparkling eyes. "But Danielle, you're not a thithy! I mean, you just theem to take charge of everything. How can YOU possibly be a thithy?" "Ah-ha! That's the magic of being a true sissy!" I really did need to educate our willing but so na?ve student. "Outside the bedroom a true sissy is a take-charge sorta gurl. He's every girl's best friend and every boy's mistress. It's only in the bedroom that a sissy is obedient and utterly submissive to his lady's every whim and ultimate pleasure. When a sissy is in bed with a boy, however, it's an entirely different matter. Although a sissy appears to submissively and wantonly offer his mouth, his tongue and his pussy, he quickly learns how easily ALL real boys are controlled and manipulated by the little brains lodged inside the head of their incorrigible peckers. You'll soon discover that controlling those little brains quickly leads to being showered with gifts you have yet to imagine." May as well get the little pouf started down this road with the proper attitude. It'd make Mummy so happy! "Can you teach me, you guyth? I really want to know everything there ith to know. Thereth tho much!" Such an innocent and eager little beaver. "Stephi, you're gonna make your mummy so proud!" Laurie lectured. "Okay then. Rule number one ... A sissy can never even begin to please a girl unless he looks his sissy best! That means always wearing his basic sissy frillies and his perfect sissy make-up." "Frillieth? Make-up? But, how? What in the world are bathic thithy frillieth?" His charming lisp was keeping me ramrod straight and NOW I was beginning to leak into my panties! "Ooooh! So anxious to learn. Good for you, Stephi. Danielle, can you help me? Stephi, I'll use Danielle to demonstrate just what I'm talking about." I obediently wiggled my way across the room. Laurie unzipped my dress and helped me step out of it and my three fluffy petticoats. "Now you see Danielle in his basic sissy frillies," Laurie continued to lecture in her most authoritative manner. I stood before Stephi the Sissy in just my lacey a-cup bra, satin lace- fringed garter belt, nylons and lace-trimmed flutter panties. My sissy clitty was rampant and at the ready. "Aren't you forgetting one teeny detail, Laurie?" I helpfully offered. "Oh my! You're right, Danielle. Your shoes!" Laurie exclaimed. "But, he ITH wearing shoes, Laurie!" Stephi pointed out. "Yes, he is, Stephi. But not the shoes required to show Danielle at his sissy best. These low-heeled Mary Jane's will never do. Let's try these." She retrieved a pair of her sky-high strappy sandals which I stepped into effortlessly. Five-inch high stilettos to be exact! ~ - ~ - Simonne Danielle's "Just Another Average Night On the Farm" ~ - ~ - "Now you see Danielle at his sissy best!" declared Laurie. "Ready to please any girl with his magic tongue or whatever other tools might be at his disposal! But first we really must see to YOUR sissy frillies, Stephi." As Laurie began rummaging through her lingerie drawers Stephi t