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I was exhausted. Being a boy was never this tiring. My feet, currently
in three inch mules with a fuzzy pom-pons at the vamp, were killing me.
According to Mother, my period was at it's strongest, and I totally
believed her. I felt bloated and my nipples, even caressed as they were
in my soft silk peignoir, were sorely irritated. The waist cincher,
which was to be my latest nighttime punishment attire, cut me almost in
half.
After a whole day of abject humiliation as a boy being subjected to the
female rites of bra fittings and shoe fittings and dress fittings and
learning women's restroom rituals, I returned home to an evening of
Marie and Mother and Father making me do a fashion show of all our
purchases.
I was made to model each and every piece of lingerie and clothing. But I
had to change into each outfit right in front of everyone. If a dress
required a different bra, I had to change my bra while Dad and Marie
followed every movement to be sure each gesture and bend of the wrist or
arm was as feminine as it should be.
Father seemed to most enjoy watching me struggle into the All-in-One
Foundation garment. He audibly gasped as my little breasts popped into
the sturdy cups of this frightening apparel. I think I saw a tear in his
eye as he stood behind me and ran his hands over the curves which the
All-in-One created at my waist.
Father turned to Mother and sighed: "I had one just like Wendy's when I
was 17. I will never forget the feel and the constraint my body was
subjected to at that time. I had to wear it all the time. Three months!
You know, I don't remember if I hated those three months or loved them."
Marie's high point of the evening was zipping me into my jet black
bustier with the red satin demi-cups. She stood behind me and very very
slowly inched the zipper up from the top of my panted buns to right
above the middle of my back. With each inch up the bustier gathered more
of me into it and pushed more of me to the waiting cups. Marie watched
this progress with gleaming and smiling eyes. When the last inch was
done and the closure complete, Marie reached her hands around me from
behind and cupped her hands under the filled red satin cups of the
bustier and gave them a gentle upward squeeze and push. Like magic the
underwires of the bustier settled under my pathetic boobs and the push
up power of the bustier created a cleavage to match Marie's own. Marie
laughed in my ear.
Mother, as she had done in the store, thoroughly enjoyed making sure my
strapless bra was in just the right position to make the strapless,
sunflower yellow, with white polka dots, sundress, which she zipped up
for me, a stunning statement of womanly fulfillment or distressed male
humiliation. While it was indeed the former, she loved that, for me, it
was the later. She pointed out to Father that the white patent 4 inch
pumps just made the ensemble.
Now the fashion show was over and I was to prepare myself for bed. The
peignoir was selected from those purchased today and lovingly draped on
me by Mother. I was currently seated at the vanity and having applied my
nighttime lipstick, I was starting to set my hair with the thirty
prickly rollers arrayed in front of me.
Father came up behind me and rested his large hands over the pink inch
wide satin straps stretched taut on my shoulders. I was having,
naturally, a hard time setting the back of my head. He took the roller
from my hand and, having given me a squeeze on the shoulder, he expertly
rolled the rest of the curlers tightly and secured the net over my
roller set head. He rested his hands on both sides of my head on top of
the rollers and gently applied pressure. The feel of his hands and the
sharpness of the prickly rollers pushing into my scalp is something I
will never forget. Then he silently left me, and I was alone with only
the task of changing my tampon, sitting under the dryer for 15 minutes,
and then to a nightmare filled sleep, dreaming of petticoats and
crinolines and of fathers who knew how to roller set and 16 year old
boys who might turn into 17 year old girls.
In the morning I awoke from a troubled sleep, having still not gotten
used to sleeping on a roller set. I rolled out of bed and immediately
slipped my feet into the satin mules at my bedside. Mother had made it
abundantly clear that a sissy's feet never touched the floor unless they
were on heels. I went to the bathroom and did my morning female
toilette, fervently wishing that my period would soon be over. Then I
slipped off the negligee and the mules and for an instant stood only as
a boy, except for the rollers in my hair and the lipstick still clinging
to my lips. I looked fleetingly at my reflection in the mirror, and
sighing, I put on the ruffled lavender shower cap and showered and
shaved as Mother had instructed me yesterday.
When I was done in the shower, I opened the door and Mother stood there
holding a huge fluffy pink towel.
"Here, son, dry yourself and I will show you how to wrap this towel
around yourself just like all women do in the morning."
I stood there in my high heeled and rollered nakedness and my Mother
watched as I dried every square inch of my softening body. When I was
done drying Mother took the towel and had me raise my arms a little and
she tucked one end of the towel under my right arm, high on my chest,
and tightly wound the fluffy towel around my body and ended up tucking
the other end snuggly into the top of the towel at the front. I had seen
pictures of women wrapped this way doing their makeup and now I was one.
"You know, Sissy Wendy, that you could go down to breakfast just like
this.Your sister does it all the time. It feels soooooo cuddly and
girly, all snuggled up in a warm sexy wrapped towel. But not today.
Since we bought you so many outfits yesterday you really should be using
them as soon as possible.
"So, to work. Today i want you to put on pantyhose, that nice panty
girdle you adored yesterday, the off white molded cup bra with the
offset straps, the short cream silk half slip, the lilac thin cashmere
sleeveless shell and the lilac twin-set sweater, the cream colored knee
length pleated skirt and the cream classic 3 inch pumps. Don't do any
make up as yet. And I will come back and help you accessorize. Do I make
myself clear, Sissy?
I mumbled: Yes Mother.
"WHAT did you say? Do you want to have a little session with those cute
little clothespins! You will speak as a proper young lady. No mumbling,
No griping at what you have to do. We have gone to a lot of expense to
teach you a major lesson in life. Your father learned his lesson many
years ago. And I bet you didn't know, from time to time he still needs
to be reminded that he has a feminine side. So don't you ever mumble to
me again, young lady!"
"Now get dressed. You have some wonderful surprises, which you won't
like, today."
Mother left me to do her bidding. With all the practice I had yesterday
with changing and recharging any and all types of female finery, I had a
pretty good idea of what came first and how to install the pieces on a
boyish body. The girdle and the pantyhose helped do some curve forming
and mother had laid a set of small breast pads in with the bra she
selected. Slipping into the slip and the skirt and tucking in the shell
and stepping into the heels, I was ready to shrug on the lilac cardigan
with the pearl buttons. The look screamed for a pearl choker. Maybe
Mother would have one when she "accessorized".
I was dressed as instructed and contemplating what to do with my
rollered head when Father came back in the room. He didn't say a work
but pointed to the vanity and I knew that he wanted me to sit facing the
mirror. I smoothed my skirt as I had been instructed by mother and sat
looking at myself and my father in the mirror. I was the one in curlers
and a twin-set.
Without a word being said, Father took off my shower cap and started
unrolling the tight set from the previous evening. The curls left the
rollers in barrels and father kept them that way until he unrolled my
entire head. Then using a small brush he worked on each area of my head,
expertly and lovingly. He brushed the set into into a shining lustre and
into a height and volume that Marie would die for. Then he brushed and
styled my hair till the crown was brushed back and high and the sides
fell over my ears and tucked into a pageboy on the sides and in the
back. He installed a beautiful small silver comb at the base of the high
crown, just where the hair started to form the pageboy. He took the can
of hair spray on the vanity and in short and long bursts he finalized
what would be my hairdo for the morning. He then took a small bottle
from the vanity and sprayed a few quick bursts of "Intimate" perfume
onto his coiffure creation.
He turned and with out a word left the room and left me stunned at what
he did and that he did do it. And stunned at how I looked. I took my
hand and in a upward patting motion as I had seen my mother do countless
times, I patted my hairdo as I looked into the mirror. If I wasn't a
boy, I would love the girl.
Just then Mother came into the room and saw me. She smiled and turned to
the woman who was with her.
"This is my son, Wendy."
"Wendy, meet your Mary Kay representative, Imogene."
"Hello, Wendy, I think you and I are going to become great girl
friends."
"Wendy, don't sit there with your mouth open. Tell Imogene about all the
make up you have."
"Mother, other than your lipstick that you told me I could borrow, I
don't have any makeup."
"Perfectly true, you little sissy. but that is why Imogene is here.
"Imogene, where do you think we should start? A sexy look for night
time, day wear, goth, teeny bopper, innocent little girl, trashy slut,
Ladies Who Lunch?"
"I have done this before. Is he controlled?"
"Yes, very! Wendy, tell Miss Imogene how your period is going."
"Now, Wendy!!!"
"I am a little bloated and have a slight swelling around the nipples."
"OH, Yes, I am going to be great friends with your son! Please have your
daughter or husband bring up my case from the hallway. I want to start
right away. Wendy how do you feel about Maximum Length Extending
Mascara?"
to be continued....
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