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Porn Story 2.
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Penny Farthing.
My feet were sore and my temper close to boiling over by the time I
reached the salon. The silly outfit I was wearing and the way people
sniggered or abused me on my journey meant I was exhausted when I went
through the door.
"The sissy's here again," said the receptionist in her little girl
voice, but to me it sounded like the roar of a lion about to eat me.
The salon owner sidled up to me, "Well hello, Robin, don't you look
different. I'm glad to see we helped you come out of the closet?albeit
it a rather fetishistic one, what can we help you with today?some
extensions or colouring?"
"Um?no thank you, I'd like you to dye my eyelashes and fit permanent
individual false ones."
"We're rather busy at the moment, but if you come back at midday, we'd
be delighted to help you then, glamour-boy. I do like your boots, you
must tell me where you got them, but that um, bulge in your hot pants is
very unladylike."
I glanced down at my groin and a certain treacherous part of my anatomy
was standing at attention, despite my discomfort at my situation. Was I
enjoying this humiliation? I hoped not, but I did want to get somewhere
private and give it a tug with my pretty hands. I suddenly remembered my
other instructions.
"I need to get some of this nail varnish to repair any chips and I'd
like the matching lipstick."
"Oh, pink lipstick with a red outfit, the colours could clash,
especially such a bright pink, perhaps you'd better have a red one as
well, let me see." She held up several shades of red against my see
through blouse. "Yes this one I think. What do you think?"
I blushed and felt something even harder in my panties. "I don't know."
"Go for this one?here, the mirror is over there, try it."
My face feeling on fire, I said, "I've never done this before, can you
show me?"
"Oh dear little Robin redbreast," she pointed at my blouse and bra, "You
are, too," then in front of the whole salon she showed me how to apply
the red waxy substance to my lips.
"It's a strong colour, and supposed to be kissproof, so you should be
all right with your boyfriends, whatever you're kissing." I nearly
swooned at this, feeling a trickle of sweat run down my back as the
women clients who'd been sniggering all the time at my appearance and
discomfort, began to laugh loudly.
"Could I interest you in the latest perfume we're trialling, it's very
feminine, so just right for you?" Before I could say anything she
squirted it all over me, "It's called Enticing, how appropriate. Before
I could decline she snatched my card and handed it to the receptionist.
"I've booked you in for twelve o'clock, oh and I've taken the costs of
the eyelash treatments while I was at it. Don't be late." She handed me
an appointment card - La Femina Salon, and she wrote my name as Robyn
Redbreast at the top of the card.
I turned to leave this place of torment, when she called me back, "Oh
sissy, don't forget your makeup and perfume." Blushing furiously I
turned back and took the small pink plastic bag she proffered.
I struggled on towards the office, I really needed to pee and my feet
were now burning so every step was painful. Howls of derision and nasty
jibes accompanied virtually every one of those paces until I finally
reached the relative sanctuary of the office.
Reporting to Mrs Heller, who reprimanded me for being an hour late but
complimented me on my choice of lipstick and its match to my blouse, I
was told that my carriage was far too butch for a sissy and that the
girls would assist me in improving it.
I begged leave to go to the toilet and then to ease my aching feet, and
was given five minutes to refresh myself, "Don't forget to refresh your
lipstick every time you go to the loo, I don't employ scruffy women
here."
I was about to protest that I wasn't a woman, then thought better of it.
I was to all intents and purposes a sissy?an effeminate male, who'd
already given two blow jobs?I was horrified.
I pulled down the wretched skin tight PVC shorts and to my horror
couldn't pee, it was too rigid. In the end I splashed cold water on it
and sat on the loo before it stood up again. The after peeing I pulled
it off, once more imagining the hands belonged to Ruth, who was a real
beauty.
I tucked it back beneath my legs, hoping the panties would hold it
there, it was becoming a bit of a liability in the shorts, I didn't need
to get myself arrested for lewd behaviour or exhibitionism.
I washed the anal plug which had popped out when I bent down and
replaced it?my bum felt quite sore and I was sure it made me walk funny.
I washed my hands and refreshed my lipstick?not that I could see any
difference in it from before.
Taking a deep breath I walked out into the office and the amusement of
my co-workers.
"You need to walk more like a sissy, Robin," said Ruth her eyes
sparkling with malevolence. Then they made me walk up and down the
office.
"Not enough hip swing," said Big Pat, one of the older women.
"Too big strides," added Lizzie, one of the twenty somethings.
The upshot was they tied some string between my boots restricting me to
no more than a twelve inch step, and I was made to place one foot across
in front of the other. I was mincing and with their insistence I had to
swing my bum and hold my hands above my waist, wrists flexed, showing my
painted talons?I was close to tears and total collapse an hour later.
I was told to take my PVC jacket off, a short bum freezer thing, and go
and make the coffees. "Like the bra, are you wearing matching panties?"
teased Big Pat as she took her coffee. I minced back and fore swinging
my hips and taking tiny steps of heel to toe. Finally, I was allowed to
have a coffee myself, using the only mug left I picked it up and
examined the rude picture on the side of it, a pair of painted lips with
the tongue licking them and the motto, I love boys, beneath it. I
blushed, but I was so thirsty I forwent my embarrassment and made myself
a coffee. It was my first drink of the day unless one counts the
encounter with the delivery man.
"When you go to the salon, get yourself two more bras, one in bright
pink and the other in black with matching panties?better get two pairs
of panties for each and another red pair. Oh and you need a handbag. Get
yourself a small black patent one, and better get some tampons too, no
girl should be without them should they ladies?" Mrs Heller instructed
me before I left.
"Oh, Robin, I want you to walk like they showed you all the time from
now on. I'll ask one of the girls to follow you, to make sure you do."
I minced down the stairs and along the high street, aware of the stares,
sniggers and derisory comments, as I wiggled with tiny steps along to
the department store, where I bought the required underwear and found a
little handbag. The girl who served me, could hardly hold back the
laughter, and made a point of saying, "Sir," when she handed me my
purchases.
I put my small wallet in the handbag and hung it over my shoulder, then
with the carrier bag over my wrist, I minced my way to the salon.
"Hello, sissy," boomed the receptionist and I felt myself shrink, "She's
here, the sissy I mean," she shouted across the salon in her baby voice,
but it boomed in my sensitive pierced ears.
"Hello, sissy, come along?just think, in a few weeks you can wear dangly
earrings, I have a set of hoops you'll just love, we'll fit them when
you come in for your next waxing." I sat and endured them placing
Vaseline under my eyes and on my eyelids. Then they mixed something and
I was told to sit very still. For the next hour the beautician poked
things against my eyelashes and held them for a few moments, and I
became aware of eyelashes getting heavier and longer, at least on my top
lids. Then she painted them several times, and I had to open and shut my
eyes as instructed, each time I was aware of the length of the lashes,
which she finally fitted in some device to curl them upwards.
"I've done your eyebrows to match?you'll need to come in monthly to have
it all renewed, oh and you need to come in next week to check your
nails. I've dyed the edges of your eyelids too, so it looks like
eyeliner?looks quite fetching, your boyfriend will love it."
I looked into the mirror as she swung me round. The eyelashes were huge
sweeping things and I looked like an unemployed chorus girl.
"I need to show you how to mascara them," and she then made me follow
her instruction with a miniature bottlebrush she shoved in this tube of
black goo. "You need to do it thickly every morning and they'll retain
their curl. Now do it again and renew your lipstick, like a good sissy."
Blushing sweating and my hands shaking I applied even more of the black
goo to my already heavy lashes and then placed the tube in my little
handbag, and painted my very waxy feeling lips with yet another of the
sixteen hour, kiss-proof lipstick. I thought I looked like Jordan, who
always wears far too much makeup, and seems to act like a slag. Maybe we
had more in common than I originally thought.
I returned to reception and the harpy on the counter. "Your office
phoned to remind you to not to forget your tampons. Don't forget your
appointment next week for your nails. Bye, sissy," she said loudly as I
took the card from her and placed it in my little handbag, then minced
my way back to the office via the chemist's shop.
There were sniggers as I collected the box of feminine hygiene products
and returned with them?they refused to give me a bag?back to the office.
I arrived at the office feeling very hungry and tired with feet that
were on fire and a sense of being made more and more absurd in my
appearance to the general public. I wondered how long this punishment
was going on and what long term effects it would have on me both
physically and mentally. If I'd been sent to prison, I'd have at least
known how long I would serve, this in-house punishment seemed a bit
uncertain in that respect. Prison would have got me a criminal record
and possibly being put on the sex offender's register, but hormones and
implants? They could affect me for life. I caught sight of my luscious
red lips reflecting from the glass in the door, how long would that last
and would I ever be able to go back to being a man afterwards.
The girls roared at my eyelashes?they were more like a drag act than a
normal female?but then they didn't want me looking like normal female,
they wanted me to look ridiculous, humiliation was the name of the game.
I felt a stirring in my groin. Despite being trapped in my panties, my
persistent peenie managed to wriggle free and bulge in the front of my
shorts again.
It was noticed by Mrs Heller, who gave me a glass and told me to wank
off into it and bring it back to her. I did with the greatest of
pleasure and was back with her some ten minutes later, I even renewed my
lipstick without being told.
"Good girl, now you need to lose a little weight so you'll be having a
weight reducing milk shake every lunch time." She filled the glass
containing my ejaculate with strawberry milkshake and stirred it with a
teaspoon. "Drink up?the extra protein will be good for you."
I half gagged as I thought what was in the drink?but then I'd tasted
worse, straight from source, so I managed to gulp it down. "I'm aware
that your bulge means you must be enjoying all this, so I've arranged
for something to be done about that, but for now, go and do some work?or
you'll be working very late tonight to make up the time your beauty
treatments have taken.
Utterly dejected I went back to my desk and started doing accounts, the
phone rang about half an hour later. I dealt with the call and was
reprimanded by Lizzie who thought I should talk with a much more
feminine voice as part of my new identity. The others agreed and
coached me into producing a rather breathy, husky voice which to my ear
sounded like a telephone tart on one of these sex chat lines. When I
said that, they all agreed that was what they wanted me to sound like.
"Hello," I purred sexily as I answered the phone, "this is Robin, how
can I help you?"
"Robin?what the hell? This is Ron Heller, put me through to my wife." I
gasped and immediately transferred the call. The girls thought it was
very funny, but insisted that I continue to use the sexy voice.
A short time later, in walked Dr Robertson, carrying a doctor's bag. He
kissed Ruth, said hello to the other girls and then to me, said, "Hello,
Sissy, love the eyelashes," he laughed dirtily and went into see Mrs
Heller. Two minutes later, I was summoned to her office.
"Come in Robin, a few more things for you to take in, we saw the
appointment card for the salon, so we're going to change your name to
Robyn Redbreast, the Robyn spelt with a Y, as is the usual female form.
On your way in tomorrow, call in here," she handed me a solicitor's
business card, "and do a statutory declaration to change your name to it
officially, then you can notify officialdom afterwards. I've had our
personnel record changed to reflect this."
I gasped in absolute horror?how long was this going to go on for?
"Well you could say thank you."
Shocked I managed to utter a croak of thanks.
"I think you should do a curtsey whenever you come to see me, from now
on, go on, do one."
I tried to curtsey and nearly fell over, much to Dr Robertson's delight.
Whereupon, it was decided that I would do a bob, just bend my knees and
then stand up again. She made me practice this several times. I was on
the verge of tears.
"We decided that your erections were demonstrating too much enjoyment
from this punishment, so asked Dr Robertson what we could do to prevent
them. He did suggest several medical alternatives from castration to an
injection which destroyed the nerves, but instead we've decided on a
chastity belt, which he will fit in a moment."
Dr Robertson pulled this metal contraption out from his bag. Some ice
cubes were produced and a few moments later devoid of shorts and
panties, my willy was held against the ice and then while in its tiny
state, was enclosed in the stainless steel tube. A metal hasp was closed
around the back of my scrotum and the curved metal tube curled around
between my legs. I was told to put my panties back on.
Thinking I could get this off when I went home, I was disabused of that
by Mrs Heller holding up some tiny keys, "If it needs to come off,
you'll have to come and ask me, Robyn girl, won't you?"
"Yes, Mrs Heller," I bobbed, "may I put my shorts on now?" She flung
them to me and I pulled them up my legs. Even with such a tight fit, the
tube was invisible giving me a flat female type of appearance. I gasped.
"Dr Robertson thinks he had better examine your nipples while he's here.
Well, come on girl, get undressed."
I struggled with the buttons on the reverse of the blouse and then
removed my red bra. Mrs Heller was intrigued and fascinated by my large
pencil rubber nipples protruding from my almost flat chest. "Can you
make them bigger?" she asked the doctor.
"I can, you'd like me to?"
She nodded emphatically and I gasped. I kept quiet hoping they'd forget
I was there even though it was my nipples they were playing with. He
removed the plastic supports wiped my nipples with antiseptic and put
another syringe full in each one. He pointed to my lips and she nodded,
I got injections in my lips.
I was now standing with protruding lips of twice the size of my
originals, and my nipples were easily an inch long and three quarters of
an inch in diameter.
"Can you make them wider, I want her to have real suck me nipples."
Once again, I suffered the pain and indignity of having collagen
injected into my tits. They were now an inch in diameter and looked as
if I was breast feeding a vacuum cleaner.
"They look as if they should have a baby attached, pity you can't
breastfeed, Robyn, I'm sure it would become you."
"We can induce lactation, but not pregnancy," smiled Dr Robertson.
"You can make her produce milk?"
"Yes, with a series of injections."
"When can you start?" Mrs Heller was so excited.
"Now, but it might take a few months for the glands to become active."
"Do it," she said looking at me almost hungrily, "I shall have breast
milk in my coffee all the time."
I suffered more injections and new plastic supports were glued on,
presumably to stop me playing with them.
"Say thank you to Dr Robertson, Robyn."
I mumbled some thanks and she frowned at me, "In the way a sissy thanks
a man." In the next moment he pushed me to my knees and my huge lips
engulfed his penis. Mrs Heller was fascinated and promised me that her
husband would be a regular donor to my new diet.
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