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Little Leroy Brown By Cheryl Lynn This is a female domination sissy story and any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. It may be downloaded for personal use and any other use prohibited unless approved by the author. This story is not for the sweet/sentimental reader or delicate of heart. You have been warned. Comments are appreciated at [email protected]. Little Leroy Brown Lee Roy Brown was a five foot seven skinny twerp of a boy. He had an oval shaped delicate face and long mousey brown hair. If you remember the song, "Big Bad Leroy Brown," this Leroy was the exact opposite. He couldn't be macho no matter how hard he tried. If his father had been alive, things might have turned out differently. His father had been a manly man who could make quick decisions and back them up. He had been a vice-president in a world-wide oil corporation and had the big bucks to prove it. He also suffered from the stress of his position and it led to his early demise. When he passed away, his latest wife received custody of his only child, Leroy. Lara was both beautiful and smart. She fully understood what would happen when little Leroy turned twenty-one. She would lose everything upon Leroy reaching his majority and that was only a year away. It was now time to complete the plan she and her mother instigated upon his father's death. As she and her mother sat at the kitchen table discussing the final details of their plan, Lara thought back to when it all started. It was three years ago that she and her mother, Louise, were sitting at this very same table. Lara was in tears bemoaning the fact that she didn't get anything more than a yearly stipend. Leroy senior had left everything to his son. He had been married enough times to know why those women married him. He figured they bled him enough while he was alive so they didn't deserve anything more when he was gone. Little Leroy, as he was called by everyone, would produce the progeny to carry on his legacy and he made provisions to protect that. The only way for Lara to get full control of the estate was to keep little Leroy from doing so. "Mom I don't know what to do. Leroy didn't leave me anything except his rotten son to raise. Once he reaches his majority and has a child, all that money, even this house, goes to him. You know how much he hates me. I won't last a day when that happens. He'll kick the both of us out and we'll be poor again. I don't think I could face being like that again. What are we going to do?" she lamented. "Lara stop your whining. You said one of the conditions for little Leroy to inherit was to have a child? Well, what if that never happened?" Louise asked. "Mom how can we stop that? Hell, the little shit is already dating and no telling how soon he'll get one of them preggers. He's like his father when it comes to women. He didn't inherit his father's looks or build but when you add in his money and that fancy car....well...you can guess how long it will take some conniving bitch to trap him. We're doomed," she cried. "Trust me sweetheart there are ways. The first thing we do is fix it so those tramps out there can't get pregnant by him. Once we do that, we fix it so that no woman would ever want him," she replied. "Mom we can't sterilize him. He would go straight to the lawyers and we'd be sent to jail," she replied shocked that her mother would even suggest such a thing. "There are other ways to keep his penis inside his pants darling than cutting it off. Have you ever heard of male chastity and petticoat punishment? How do you think a boy would act if his penis was locked up and he had to wear women's lingerie? Under those circumstances, I don't think he would even consider going out with a girl. He would be too ashamed to take the chance she would find out," she calmly replied. "You might be right mother but...but how would we get him to agree to such a thing?" she responded still a bit confused. "Easy, we don't give him a choice. He graduates in another month that will give us enough time to prepare. I'll do some searching on the internet and obtain everything we will need. The first thing we need to do is get that chastity device on him. You know what can happen after a senior prom and we can't afford to take the chance. You leave all the planning to me dear. Mother knows how to protect her baby girl," she said with a satisfied smile. "Alright Mother but if this doesn't work, we're toast," Lara said. Ooo Little Leroy was sound asleep thanks to the drug Louise put in his drink. She pulled down his pajamas and fastened the CB3000 around his flaccid penis. As the small but sturdy lock snapped into place, she smiled. "Now let's see you get someone pregnant with that on," she said leaving the room. Awakening it didn't take him long to discover what had been done. He screamed, yelling and cussing all the way to the kitchen where he found them waiting. "What the fuck have you bitches done to me!" he screamed. "Little Leroy settle down and stop that cussing. Sit down and I will explain it to you," Louise said calmly. "Bull shit! Get this thing off me now!" he yelled. "That's not going to happen! Now sit down!" Louise screamed back. Leroy was shocked that his step-grandmother would talk to him like that. He also knew that without their help he wouldn't be able to get that thing off. He had already tried without result. He was also intimidated by her and had been since the first day she came to live with them. Louise was a big woman, way bigger than him. She weighed close to two hundred pounds and had a severe look. Her salt and pepper hair was usually tied into a tight bun at the back of her head, black horn rimmed glasses and her tight thin red lips made her look even more imposing. "Look Little Leroy, I did that to protect you. You just turned eighteen and the last thing you need is for some bimbo to get pregnant. I know your senior prom is coming up next week and things can happen that you would regret later in life. I put that on to protect you. Once you graduate, we'll see about removing it. Now, go back to your room and get dressed. School starts in an hour," she informed him. "Protect me? I know how to keep a girl from getting pregnant. So take this thing off me," he replied but not nearly as forceful as he intended. "Little Leroy, those things are not all that reliable. I know for a fact that with the CB3000 you are guaranteed not to get a girl pregnant. The only way you will get out of that is with the key I have hidden away. So, if you want out of it, do as I say. Now go get dressed like I said," Louise growled. "Alright, but I don't like it. You promise to take this off after the prom?" he said giving in. "We'll see, now go," was her curt reply. After he left, Louise turned to her daughter and said, "What did I tell you. A piece of cake, that boy has the spine of a jelly fish." Leroy attended his senior prom but unlike his few friends didn't get any. His date, Joanne did her best to get him to do the dastardly deed but failed. She had planned to use that moment to become the first Mrs. Brown. To say that she was aggravated by his lack of follow through would be an understatement. Poor Leroy bore the brunt of her anger but didn't dare tell her why. The only thing he could do to explain his disinterest was to tell her she didn't turn him on. Of course that only made her madder. When he dropped her off, she called him all kinds of names and screamed that he was nothing more than a faggot when she slammed the car door. "Well, if nothing else, that damn cage let me find out what a bitch Joanne really is. I can't wait to get this fucking thing off. Wearing it was like getting a kick in the balls tonight. Louise promised to remove it and I really need to get some relief," he thought as he drove away. The next morning when he demanded that she remove it, she put him off saying, "You graduate in four days. We'll see about it then." He stood in front of her, fists clenched at his sides, trying to control his temper. "I want it off now! You promised," he yelled. "Not going to happen today Little Leroy. You can yell and scream all you want but it stays on, at least, until you graduate. Surely, a great big man like you can put up with a little inconvenience for a few more days. It's for your protection. We don't want any unwanted pregnancies," she calmly replied. Ooo Graduation was over and Leroy was ready to do some serious partying over the next few months before heading to Harvard. His father had contributed enough to their endowment fund to assure his acceptance. When he got home after the ceremony, the house was strangely quite. "Where's that bitch Louise? I want this damn thing off me and I want it off right now. I've never had this bad a case of blue balls in my life. Dianne was sitting next to me at graduation. She wanted me to meet her after the ceremony and she is some hot. Joanne still isn't talking to me but that Dianne would be one fine screw. Damn! Where the fuck is everybody?" he mumbled as he went to the kitchen. The maid and cook were nowhere to be found and that was even stranger. He couldn't find Louise and Lara either, so he went up to his room. When he got there he was surprised to see that his wardrobe and closets were completely empty. The only things he found in his closets were a few coat hangers lying on the floor. To make matters more confusing, the room had been stripped down to the bare walls. "What the fuck! Where's all my stuff?" he exclaimed as he pulled off his tie. He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard Louise's gruff voice behind him. "As you can plainly see, we've removed it. We have a new room and clothing prepared for you. Come along Little Leroy and I'll be glad to show it to you," she said. "What do you think you are doing? I liked everything the way it was. Where's all my stuff and where's the servants. I'm hungry and wanted the cook to fix me something," he demanded momentarily forgetting about the CB3000. "The maid and cook are not your concern. Lara decided that she needed some new faces around here and let them go. She also hired a new nanny to take care of you," she said as they walked into the servant's quarters. "A nan...nanny? You have got to be kidding. I'm eighteen and more than old enough to take care of myself and what are we doing up here? This is the maid's quarters," he snapped back. "Aaaahhhhh, here we are. Little Leroy say hello to your new nanny, Madam Simms," she said stepping back behind him. Leroy's jaw dropped when he saw Madam Simms. She was built and even looked a lot like Louise but younger. He guessed her age to be somewhere around thirty-five or so. She was big like Louise but instead of flab it was all muscle. She was wearing a mid-calf length black dress with starched white cuffs and high collar. The dress was partially covered by a white plastic bib apron. Her hands were concealed by a pair of white rubber surgeon's gloves. Her chestnut colored hair was fashioned into a chignon and she wore absolutely no makeup. He was intimidated by her the moment he saw her. "So you are my new ward. Turn around, so I can get a better look at you," she ordered in a deep stern voice. "Fuck you!" he shouted and turned to flee. Louise was right behind and prevented him from getting away. He felt a strong hand grab him by the scuff of the neck and literally jerked into the air. Before he could react, he found himself draped over Madam Simms's ample lap, his slacks and boxers around his knees and a wooden hairbrush slamming down on his upturned butt. He had never been spanked before and between the shock of feeling totally helpless and the stinging pain, was in tears. He flung his arms and kicked his legs to no effect at first then just cried and screamed in pain. Madam Simms slammed two more strokes of the brush, one to each cheek and pushed him to the floor. He curled up into a ball crying like he never had in his life. The pain and heat from the paddling radiated through his entire body. He was left there for a few minutes until his crying became intermittent sobs. "I trust that you have learned a very valuable lesson here today Little Leroy. I will not be insulted, I will be respected and I most certainly will be obeyed. Obeyed immediately and without question, do you understand or would you like some more of my brush?" she stated. "N....no ple.....please....no more," he sobbed. She reached down and smacked him again with her brush. "You will answer me by saying either 'Yes Madam Simms' or 'No Madam Simms'. If I want to hear anything else out of your pie hole, I will ask. Now, do you understand?" she snarled. "Ye....yes Madam Simms," he replied. "Good, now it is time for your next lesson," she said reaching down and grabbing him by an earlobe. He screeched in more pain as he was pulled to his feet. She quick marched him into the adjoining bath. The slacks and boxers around his ankles made it difficult for him to keep up until he was able to kick one leg free. The tub was already full of multi-colored bubbles and the room was filled with an overpowering smell of flowers. Hanging from the shower rail was a large red bag with a white rubber hose attached. His vision was blurred from all his tears but he could see enough to be very afraid. She bent him over the tub, holding him behind the neck. He felt something greasy poking at his puckered anus. "Ouch! That hurts!" he yelled. She slapped him hard across his enflamed upturned butt. "This is lesson number two. This is called a cleansing douche and you will be doing this every morning and evening from now on. I suggest you get use to it because you will be doing this yourself after today," she barked. The nozzle felt like a baseball bat as Madam Simms worked it in and out of his opening. It not only brought a fresh flow of tears to his face but cramps as she finally let the water flow. With his belly bloated from the quart of water, he felt the nozzle withdraw and something else pushed up his aching rear end. "Since this is your first douche, you will keep it in until after your bath. Don't you dare expel any of it before then or that last spanking will feel like a love tap. Now hold still while I put this on you," she ordered as she began spreading a foul smelling cream all over his body. She finished applying the cream and the only area not covered was from his nose to the top of his head. As it burned and foamed, he was hopping from one foot to the other as the cream worked on his flesh. As he hopped, he clinched his ass cheeks together as tightly as he could. He had to overcome a strong desire to expel the fluids inside of him. When he thought he could endure no more, she shoved him into the shower and turned on the cold water. The cold water brought goose pimples to his flesh but at least the burning stopped. His relief was only momentary as he noticed the hair from his body washing down the drain. A completely humiliated and dominated Little Leroy exited the shower and helped into the tub of bubbles. Madam Simms took a natural sponge and began scrubbing every square inch of his thin body. Satisfied with her efforts, she helped him out and gave him a fluffy towel to pat himself dry. "Pat, don't rub after you get out of your bath from now on. Otherwise you will damage your skin," she said. "Like I could damage it any more than you already have with that damn hairbrush," he thought but didn't dare say. Dried, she allowed him to use the commode. He hugged his stomach trying to ease the cramping as the foul fluid emptied. When he had finished, she gave him a bottle containing a floral smelling pink lotion and instructed him to sooth it onto his body. "This is a skin moisturizer and you will use it after you bathe," she stated. Next she put his head over the sink and began shampooing and conditioning his hair. His hair was so dirty she repeated the process two more times. Finished with his hair now smelling of strawberries, she wrapped it in a pink hand towel turban style. To add to his humiliation, she gave him a can of feminine deodorant spray. As he sprayed it between his legs, the missing pubic hair emphasized his chastity. His poor penis and balls looked so small tightly tucked away in their prison. Ooo She left him standing naked in the middle of his new room as she rummaged in the bureau drawers. Leroy was absolutely stunned by what he saw. He didn't have much of a chance to look at it before but now he was bewildered by what he saw. The walls were painted in pale lavender with pastel floral pink boarders. The wooden floor had white furry throw rugs scattered about. An egg shell white with gold trim spindle twin bed was near the far wall. Large pink satin ribbon bows were attached to each spindle. Bright white satin cushioned comforter, pink sheets, pink pillow cases with ruffles and pink ruffled skirts made up the bed. Next to the bed was a matching bedside table draped in pink satin ruffled skirting. Sitting on top of it was a doll lamp with a lavender colored shade and alarm clock. Against another wall was the matching six drawer bureau where Madam Simms was taking out clothing. Next to that was the matching lighted vanity, again, frilled with pink satin skirting and seat. The last two pieces of furniture were a matching desk with a pink computer and a straight back chair. The aroma of flowers permeated the room. The room was disturbing enough but the wall hangings were even worse. On the wall directly across from the headboard of the bed was a large framed picture of a naked black male body builder. He was in a pose that left the size of his manhood on display. Another picture displayed two young men, dressed in classical 17th century French style, apparently playing leap frog. On closer inspection, he noticed that was not what they were actually doing. In a way, the third picture was more disturbing than the others. It depicted a very old fat woman completely naked. The other pictures made him cringe but that one sent a shiver of disgust up his spine. "Put these on," Madam Simms ordered breaking him from his observations. He started to protest but gritted his teeth and held back. The look in her eyes, made any objection futile. Leroy was holding a pair of very lacy very feminine pantaloons. They were surprisingly light despite all the material and lace in his trembling hand. The ultra-soft nylon was pale pea green in color, mid-thigh length but the overlapping white floral lace hemming would reach to the knee. The fancy lace was threaded with bright emerald green satin ribbons. As he pulled them up his hairless legs, a shiver went up his spine. He wasn't positive if it was a shiver of disgust or pleasure. When he saw the next garment, he backed away in fright, holding his arms out in front of him. "Ple....pleas....please no, Ma....Madam Simms," he begged. He thought it was some kind of straight jacket at first, realized it was a corset but unlike any he had seen before. It was white canvas with broad shoulder straps, steel boning ran vertically a half inch apart up and down its wasp waist length. Two diamond shaped satin panels were on the front and one each at the hips. The bra cups, while small, were cone shaped and stiff. Six garters dangled from the hem of each leg. Leroy didn't know much about corsets, other than what he saw in his girly magazines but knew enough to be afraid, very afraid. "Don't you dare question my judgment! Step into this immediately or taste the backside of my brush," she ordered. "There is no way I can wear this," he thought as he pulled it up his torso and slid his arms through the straps. He was right in being afraid of that vicious garment. By the time she had the laces pulled as tight as she could, Little Leroy was feeling faint. He could barely breathe and the stiff canvas while softly lined was cutting him in two. The wide straps pulled his shoulders down and the steel boning crushed his ribs. With the corset securely laced, there was absolutely no way for him to bend. His back was held ram rod straight, his shoulders back and his chest out. Madam Simms stood back and watched him trying to catch his breath. She was pleased with the overall affect the corset had on his body. His waist was pulled in a good five inches and the shoulders had taken on a more feminine slope. "You will find it easier to breathe if you do it from your upper chest and diaphragm. Try taking small, even breaths. Go sit on the vanity stool before you fall down," she instructed. He plopped more than sat when he reached the stool facing away from the mirror. The corset didn't allow him to bend his back at all. It took him a minute or two to even out his breathing. As he sat, she removed the turban and began brushing his hair. She parted it down the middle and across the forehead. Taking the brush, she swept the right side up high on the head and fastened it into a pony tail. She did the same on the left then secured them in place with bright green chiffon scrunches. To finish the look, she combed the hair hanging down his face back and over the left ear. A bright pink butterfly shaped beret was used to hold it in place. With his hair done, she picked up a pair of tweezers. Cupping his chin in her left hand, she tilted his head up and began plucking his brows. Tears were flowing down his cheeks by the time she had them shaped into thin feminine arches. Even without makeup, his face had a definite feminine look. She handed him a tissue and told him to dry his tears. She took his right hand and attached one inch long oval acrylic nail extensions to each finger then repeated the process on his left. With that completed, she varnished each nail in a bright florescent pink polish. As she was doing that, Leroy looked down at what she was doing in wide eyed disbelief. "OMG! What is this woman doing to me? First she forced me into this horrid corset and now she's painting my nails. What the hell is going on?" he wondered. Madam Simms picked up a jar of theatrical makeup and began applying the foundation. She covered his face from the hairline down to the base of his neck with the matte white cream. A bright metallic green eye shadow was applied to his lids and extended up to the thin brow. Ebony black liquid eye liner was used to give his eyes an Egyptian look. Bright pink rouge was used to draw two large circles on his cheeks and a luscious vibrant red lipstick to form Cupid's bow lips. A heady dousing of a floral and spice scented perfume completed his look. "Sit still while I get your stockings and shoes. Don't you dare look in the mirror until I tell you to," she barked. The sheer knee high black seamed nylons had floral lace welts with bright emerald green satin bows. The shoes were bright pink patent leather pointed toed pumps with a three inch stiletto heel. She held him by the hands as she pulled him up and steadied him as he rocked on the unaccustomed heels. "I will be lenient for now as you are not use to wearing heels but I assure you that my patience is limited, so pay attention. You will walk with your back straight, head up, arms at your sides, elbows at a ninety degree angle, wrists limp, and fingers spread. You will move your legs from the hip, placing one foot toe first in front of the other from now on. I will give you one hour to practice. Any misstep thereafter will be punished with a stroke of my crop. Do you understand? Good, now let's finish dressing you," she instructed. Teetering on his heels and constrained by the corset, Leroy could not run or escape as he so desperately wanted. If he wasn't in so much pain, he would have believed that he was having the worst nightmare ever. His eyes bulged and his blood pressure skyrocketed as he saw what she intended for him to wear. "No...No, please Madam Simms....I....I don't want to be some silly girl. Please not a dress," he stammered. "What? You think we want you to become a girl? Ha! Now that is a funny one. No, Little Leroy, you are not destined for womanhood. You are going to become a full fledged faggotity sissy by the time I'm finished with you," she laughed. The dress she put on him was more like a bazaar emerald green ballerina costume. It had huge semi-transparent white puffed short sleeves with two inches of floral lace trimming. Emerald green satin bows decorated the sleeves just above the lace trim. It had a square cut bodice with white chiffon overlay formed into a high ruffled collar which was secured by a large emerald green satin bow. It had a fitted waist and pleated satin skirt. The skirt was held out almost horizontally by stiff white net crinolines with floral lace and emerald green satin bows evenly spaced out on the hem. To make it even more humiliating, a wispy white nylon bib apron daintily adorned with lace was tied in a great big bow at his back. To complete his dressing, Madam Simms gave him fingerless lace gloves with emerald green ribbon. Three tiers of floral lace now floated about his wrists as she tied the emerald ribbon bows. A white bag purse was hung from his left wrist and a fancy lacy handkerchief with a green and pink floral design was given to him to hold daintily between his right thumb and forefinger. If Madam Simms had not held on to him, he would have fallen to the floor in a faint when she led him over to a full length mirror. "Wha....what have you done?" he managed to whisper. "Nothing less than I told you Little Leroy. Now come along, I will help you learn to walk in your heels like a proper sissy," she replied. Leroy was too dismayed to offer any resistance as he walked around the room for the next hour. His legs were trembling in pain and exhaustion when she finally called a halt and let him sit. He wasn't allowed to rest. She immediately began teaching him how to sit properly in his dress. He had to stand with his back to the vanity stool, legs just touching it, slowly lower himself down to the edge of the seat, keeping his knees tightly together while bending them and lift the hem of his skirts as he sat. Seated, he was then required to turn his knees at a slight angle, tuck them back under the seat while keeping them close together. The final movement was to place his hands, palm over palm, into his lap. Once he could demonstrate the proper way to sit, he was allowed to rest for a few minutes. He was put back to walking around the room until he reached the bench stool, then had to properly sit, get up then continue walking. The difference, this time, was that when he made a mistake, she gave his exposed thigh a stinging whack with her crop. Little Leroy became an apt pupil under her strict instruction. Madam Simms was satisfied enough with his swishing swaying sissy mincing. Now she began teaching him how to and when to perform a curtsey. "Little Leroy, you will perform a curtsey when first meeting anyone. You will do a curtsey when asked a question, told to do something before responding and again after you do that. You will curtsey whenever entering or leaving a room as well. If a situation arises in which you are not sure what to do, always curtsey. Now, take the hem of your pretty dress between your thumbs and forefingers, lift them gently, place your right foot behind and your left slightly forward, then bend at the knees while looking at the floor. Any questions? No, now begin," she ordered. After nearly three hours of practice, he was taken down to the kitchen where he was introduced to his step-mother and step-grandmother. Lara and Louise were thrilled at his change and clapped their hands in glee as he dropped into a deep curtsey. "Madam Simms if I hadn't seen it with my very own eyes, I never would have believed it possible. He is absolutely precious," Lara beamed. Ooo Leroy woke from a troubled sleep to the sounds of a little girl singing "I'm a Little Tea Pot." Groggily, he swept his hand over the alarm clock trying to hit the snooze button. He stopped as he heard the gruff voice of Madam Simms. "Get out of bed sissy. It's time for your bath. We have a lot to do today. Now get your sorry ass out of that bed," she ordered. "Damn, it wasn't a nightmare, it was real," was his first thought then grimaced in pain. There wasn't a single spot on his body that didn't hurt. He tried to move. He tried to comply with her demand but his body wouldn't move. "I....I can't...I hurt all over," he moaned. "A bit stiff and sore are you? Well I guess I should have expected this on your first morning. You'll do better once you are up and had your bath," she said grabbing his hands and pulling him up right. He screamed as his muscles cramped with spasms painfully. Finally she had him sitting up right on the edge of the bed. He spent the night in his corset. His only other clothing was a mint green nylon puffed short sleeved baby doll nightie. It had a rounded neckline that was heavily ruffled with pale green chiffon. It was double layered with pale green knife pleated chiffon over skirt. As he sat on the edge of his bed, she slipped a pair of clear plastic mules with three inch spiked heels on his feet. A white puff of feathers was attached on each toe. "Okay, now slowly stand up. Here let me help you," she said handing him the matching robe. With every muscle in his body protesting, he managed to lift his arms enough to slide the robe on. Like the nightie, it was made of a very soft sensual nylon, semi-transparent with three quarter length sleeves trimmed lavishly in white lace. With each step the pain lessened and when she removed the corset the relief was palatable. The hot, perfumed bath was the most pleasant thing he had done since coming home from graduation. He had always hated baths but he would quickly learn to love them. Finished the bath, he performed the humiliating douche as Madam Simms observed. He was surprised and embarrassed when his imprisoned dick began oozing liquid as he worked the nozzle in and out of his poor bum hole. He blushed scarlet when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, Madam Simms smiling gleefully. After applying moisturizer all over his body and dusting it with fragrant talc, he was secured back into the hated corset. Back in his room, she selected his clothing for the day. A pair of bright white nylon pantaloons with two inches of layered pink floral lace hemming at the legs, a matching camisole and sheer white knee highs with pink satin bows attached to the welts completed his lingerie. A soft pink chiffon billowy high necked blouse was buttoned up his back. It had a ruffled collar that tickled his chin and full lacy jabot tie. The balloon sleeves had satin cuffs with four pearl buttons. A pair of bright pink satin short-shorts with a back zipper and button fastening was pulled up his legs. A pair of white patent leather Mary Jane styled shoes with a three inch block heel completed his dressing. His accessories included, white lace fingerless gloves held in place with fluffy pink chiffon scrunches, his white bag purse and lacy hankie. She brushed his hair into a high pony tail and held in place with a bright pink satin ribbon tied in a fancy bow. The only makeup she applied was a bit of mascara and bright florescent pink lipstick. After spraying him with the heady floral spicy perfume, she pronounced him ready to go. "Go....go where?" he asked. "How do you address me?" she demanded as she slapped his thigh with her hair brush. "Madam Simms, please, go where?" he amended. "That's better. We are going to your salon appointment of course. You don't think we'd neglect a sissy's pampering do you? Getting pampered is what makes being a sissy so nice," she said with a chuckle. "I....I can't go anywhere looking like this!" he gasped in shock. "Don't be silly, of course you can go out looking as nice as you do. Of course you have some rough edges but that will be taken care of at the salon. Pick up your purse and hankie like I showed you and let's go. Unless, that is, you would rather have another spanking," she threatened. Ooo By the time they reached the strip mall in a seedier part of town Leroy was a nervous wreck. On the drive over, he sat as scrunched up in his seat as he could. At every red light, he broke out in a cold sweat fearing he would be seen. As far as he could tell, no one seemed to take particular notice of him. Madam Simms was unusually quite during the trip but every now and again glanced his way with a knowing smile on her lips. Faded lettering on the window of the salon identified it as "Lady Olga's House of Beauty." The inside of the shop smelled of harsh chemicals and sweet perfume. The floor was a pink and white linoleum tile checkerboard. There were three beautician stations that looked as if they had seen better days. Three old fashioned metal domed hairdryers sat hovering over three equally old chairs. As they entered, a stocky blonde older woman walked up to them. "Madam Simms it is so good to see you after so long. Welcome to my humble little salon and who is this dainty sissy?" the woman greeted in a guttural voice. "Olga it is good to see you too. This is my newest sissy, Little Leroy. As you can see he needs some work. Say hello to Miss Olga sissy," Madam Simms replied. "Hel....hello," he said with a swallow of fear. Madam Simms gave him a swift and painful swat to his butt, "That is not the way I taught you to greet anyone. Now let's see a nice curtsey or I'll get out my brush," she snarled. Leroy felt like a total idiot as he grasped the edges of his tight shorts and dipped into a curtsey. "OMG! What is she planning on doing to me here? I don't like the looks of this, no not one bit," he thought. "Nicely done sissy, follow me, we have a lot to do to make you a presentable sissy," Olga said with a devious smile. His shorts, blouse and camisole were removed and he was given a pale purple plastic smock to put on. The smock tied at the neck with a white ribbon and had short bell sleeves. He was taken over to the nearest station and leather straps used to secure him in the chair. As the last strap was fastened about his wrist, he was shaking in fear. He had never been restrained much less been in a salon and he was scared to death by the experience. His hair was washed, patted dry and combed through to remove tangles. Olga then began working a smelly white paste into his hair and then placed a plastic cap over it. They left him sitting there with the smell of the lotion filling his nose while they had a cup of tea. When they returned, the chair was leaned back over the sink and the lotion washed out. His hair was patted dry and she began styling it. She removed the frayed ends then, parting the hair just above the forehead, combed it down over his eyes. He noticed that his mousey brown hair was now white as snow. Before he could blink, he felt her shears cutting the hair into bangs. Leroy was in a panic and would have fled if he weren't strapped to the chair. "OMG! OMG! What is she doing to me? I've got to get out of here," his mind screamed as he pulled fruitlessly at his bonds. A stinging burning pain emanating from his thigh stopped his struggles. "Little Leroy, don't push your luck. I will have no problem taking you over my knee, pulling down your shorts and pretty pantaloons and pounding your ass until it glows," Madam Simms growled. "He won't be going anywhere strapped down as he is. Besides, I like a little fight in my sissies. It's much more fun that way. Now, let's put in those highlights we talked about," Olga said. Olga separated strands of his hair, coated them with another paste and wrapped them in foil. Working methodically, she soon had his head covered in aluminum strips. He was freed from the straps and taken over to one of the dryers. He was secured to the chair and the machine turned on. Leroy couldn't hear a thing as the loud noise from the machine droned into his ears. As he sat, Olga removed the artificial nails and formed new porcelain ones in their place. When she had finished, the nails extended a good half inch past the tips and varnished bright lavender with small white heart shaped decals. His toe nails soon matched his fingers. Taken back to the styling station, she brushed, teased and worked his hair into a big bouffant flip then set the style with a can of lacquer. To finish it off, she set a wide satin lavender band with a bow at the center over the part pinning the ends over the ears. The two women stood in front of him smiling broadly at what had been done. Leroy hadn't seen what they did as the mirrors were covered but he knew that it was bleached white and positively hated it. His ordeal was not over. Olga retrieved a funny looking contraption and placed it against his right ear. Four stinging pops later, he had four gold studs in that ear. The same procedure was done on his other ear. When she was finished, tears were streaming down his cheeks. "Why look at the little sissy Madam Simms, crying silly tears over nothing. I know of a lot of girls that have had twice as many put into their ears without shedding a single drop," Olga laughed. Her comments only made him cry all the harder. He knew that he was now marked for life. He didn't know of any boys who had four piercings in each ear. He didn't like it either when they kept referring to him as a sissy. He wasn't a damn sissy or at least that was what he was telling himself. "Once you have the sissy out of his training corset, I have the most delicious bouquet of pansies pendant you could use as a navel decoration," Olga said. "You're so right Olga. Nothing quite says sissy like a pansy or two. Let's get to his makeup. For now, I want just the permanent eyeliner and lips. After I have decided on his final look, we'll be back," Madam Simms replied. Dressed back in his shorts and blouse, Leroy stood before the full length mirror, his mouth agape. He wanted to rub his eyes in disbelief but Madam Simms stopped him before he could ruin his makeup. The image reflected back at him shouted sissy. The chiffon blouse clearly revealed the lacy camisole and pointed cups of the corset tented the blouse. The tight short-shorts clearly showed the small bump at his groin. What shouted sissy the loudest was from the neck up. His lips had been pumped up with collagen into a full Cupid's bow and painted a glistening florescent pink. His eyelids coated in a radiant blue eye shadow, long fake ebony eyelashes brushed his pink cheeks but it was the hair that took his breath away. It was a platinum white with bright pink highlights. It was teased high and big at the top before flowing down tight to the sides then flaring out in a stiff upswing at the base. The lavender satin band separated his bangs which were in stiff spiral waves across his forehead. It was a style no one had worn since the fifties. It made him look ridiculous and would attract a lot of attention wherever he went. As he gawked at his image, Olga folded a rectangle of lavender silk cloth into a triangle and put it over his head, tying it under his chin in a floppy bow. If the hair had been styled in a more natural and traditional manner and his makeup muted, Leroy could have passed on cursory inspection as a girl. With the elaborate bleached style, overly done makeup and mode of dress drawing close attention, there was no doubt he was a boy, a great big faggot sissy boy. He was now someone who would be viewed as repulsive and abhorrent by the general population. "Well, don't you think you should give Miss Olga a polite curtsey and cheerful thank you for all her hard work?" Madam Simms said prodding him in the side. "Yes...errr....thank you Miss Olga," he said dipping into the required cursety. "Little Leroy you can do much better than that. Let me hear an enthusiastic thank you this time," she reprimanded. "Oh Miss Olga, thank you so much for the...the beau....beautiful hair and all. Eeerrrr...I...I can't wait until I can wear some....some pretty...pretty dangling earrings. Thank you," he forced himself to say. As they left the salon, Leroy was more than ready to go back home. He knew how he looked and didn't want anyone to see him like that. To his horror, they didn't go home but to a nearby mall. He sat trembling in his seat as she pulled into a parking space. He felt nauseous and faint, as Madam Simms opened the car door. "You said you couldn't wait to get some nice dangly earrings. I'm just fulfilling your wish Little Leroy. Now get your ass out of the car and follow me. You make even the tiniest bit of trouble or act less than enthusiastic while we are in there and I'll tell everyone who you really are and I'll bust your ass to boot. Now put a smile on your face, remember how I taught you how to walk and let's go," she ordered. He initially had ideas of running away or maybe even telling a security guard about what had been done to him but he hadn't thought it through. Now that she mentioned it, no one knew who he really was. Now the very idea of anyone finding out who he was terrified him more than he thought possible. He would be the laughing stock of the entire city. He would be ridiculed and humiliated every where he went. He would never be able to live it down. "No, I can't do anything to draw more attention than I already do. I can make a break for it later. Later, when I have my own clothing back, right now I would be too humiliated. I have to bide my time until I can get away from this bitch," he thought. She took his hand and led him through the mall. He kept his eyes straight ahead as he wiggled his satin covered butt down the hall. He didn't' have to see them to know that every eye was upon him. He could hear some very derisive commentary over the click-clacking of his shoes. Even the sales lady at the earring kiosk had a difficult time not letting her scorn show. In the end Madam Simms purchased four sets for him. One set was large red plastic hoops and the other two dangling chandeliers. The final pair was large pink solitaire studs. The pair he hated the most was the golden chandelier ones with the dangling small bells. Ooo Over the next two weeks Madam Simms kept him busy drumming in her lessons on his toilet, deportment, makeup and making him speak like a little girl. She had decided that he needed to change his voice on the way out of the mall. They made a stop at a nearby electronics store where she purchased a small recorder with ear buds. Next, she pulled him into a large book store. There she purchased several "books on tap." "I want you to repeat every word you hear exactly as it's spoken. Make sure you pronounce each word in the same tone and inflection that you hear. As with the heels, I will be lenient but you best make good progress or else," she said as she placed the recorder on his lap. She then plugged the ear buds into his ears, put a tape in and pressed play. To his dismay, he heard a little girl's voice begin reading "Peter Rabbit." The voice pronounced it Pweeter Wrabbit. From that point on Leroy was listening and repeating everything he heard almost twenty-four hours a day. The only respite he received was when he was practicing his makeup application or sleeping. Even then he was forced to listen to the little girl reading various children's books. At the end of two weeks, his voice had taken on a lilting sing song quality but couldn't get into the high range of the little girl. With judicious use of the crop he came close enough to please her. Towards the end of the second week, a large number of boxes were delivered to the house. From all the excitement generated by the women at their delivery, Leroy knew he would not like whatever was in them. His concern was justified when he was told to take them to his room. Madam Simms took two of the boxes to her room. All three women were gathered around him as he opened the first box. It was filled with plastic wrapped panties and matching camisoles. He was told to take them out and display them on his bed. Seven pairs of pantaloons and camisoles and seven sets of bloomers and camisoles in soft pastel colors dripping with floral lace and satin ribbons were stacked neatly on the bed. The next two large boxes contained twelve stiff net crinolines with nylon yokes and frilled with elaborate lace and delicate bows. Six of the crinolines were bright white with red, pink, blue, purple, lavender or yellow satin bow decoration. The one inch wide lace hem matched the color of the ribbon. Three crinolines were a bright red and three a bright yellow. Each had the same delicate lace and bow decoration as the others. Another box yielded seven wasp waist boned corsets similar to the one he already wore. These corsets were made of lustrous satin with fancy lace hemming and thinner satin straps. The pointed bra cups were covered in intricate lace overlay or embroidered in a silver fern pattern. Six garter straps ending in satin bow covered tabs dangled from each. One corset was a ruby red with black lace detailing, one bright yellow with chocolate lace, the others were lavender with white lace, royal blue with white lace, black with red lace, bridal satin white with pink lace, and the last, amethyst with black lace. The next box contained slips both full and half with very elaborate lace detailing at the bodice and hem. They were in the same colors as the other lingerie and made of a slinky satin. Another box held stockings. The hosiery was mostly knee highs with lace welts and satin ribbon bows. Several others were anklets frilled with ruffled lace and the rest were thigh highs. With the smaller boxes unloaded, his bed was overflowing with lingerie. Now he was instructed to open the larger boxes. With trembling fingers, Leroy opened the first. To his horror, he removed a dress. What made it horrible was that it was a dress suited to a five year old and very lavish. It was a bright lavender bridal satin baby doll style dress with a square cut neckline. From the neckline cream colored chiffon rose up to form a pleated ruffled high collar fastened by a thin bright purple satin ribbon. The chiffon material also formed huge bubble short sleeves supported by fine wire boning. A thin band of purple satin ribbon formed the cuffs from which flowed four inches of ruffled lavender floral lace. A wide purple satin sash, just under the bust, tied in a large bow at the back. Small pearl buttons closed the back. The hem of the dress was trimmed with three overlapping layers of purple floral lace interlaced with small lavender satin bows. He stood dumbfounded as Madam Simms took it from him and placed it on a hanger. "A very pretty dress if I must say so myself. Don't you ladies thing Little Leroy will look stunning in this? Open the next box sissy," she commented as she held it up. After seeing that dress, Leroy didn't think things could get worse but as he removed the skirt and blouse in the second box, he wasn't so sure. The skirt was a black bridal satin hobble skirt that would reach to his ankles and had a kick pleat at the back. Just above the kick pleat was a large pink satin bow. The blouse was a pink chiffon leg-of-mutton style with button collar and large ruffled lace jabot. As with the dress, it had huge bubble shoulders supported by fine wire boning. The tight fitted sleeves ended in three inch dark pink satin cuffs with five inches of layered lace frill. The next box yielded three sets of Little Lord Fauntleroy styled short sets. They were in emerald green, amethyst, and red velvet. They came with softer pastel matching chiffon blouses. The blouses had large lacey peter pan collars buttoning at the neck and long sleeves lavished with lace at the cuffs. The final box contained shoes. Three shoes matched the Fauntleroy sets in a Mary Jane style and three inch block heels with metal taps. While wearing them, everyone would know where he was on the hardwood or tiled flooring. Three pair of open toed pumps in black, yellow and white satin with four inch spiked heels and half-inch platform soles were taken out and placed beside the first three. Two four inch spike heeled sandals in silver and gold followed. The last pair was the scariest. They were black patent leather ballet boots. The padded blunt toe pointed almost straight down and the boot laced to just above the ankle. Leroy stood in stunned amazement at the display of clothing and shoes. He had never seen such outlandish clothing even in his wildest fantasies. As he gazed upon them, a wild panic look filled his eyes when he realized what it meant. Without thought or reason, his flight instincts took control. He turned away from the bed and ran as fast as he could in the three inch heels that he wore. He made it to the door before he was dropped like a brick. Madam Simms stood off to his left holding a taser in her hand with a big smile on her face. "Isn't this a lovely thing? I'm glad I decided to order it when we got the clothing. Now, if you ladies will excuse us, we have clothing to put away. Yes, I know, you want to see him modeling all his pretty frou- frous but that will have to wait. Perhaps arrangements can be made to do it this evening...after dinner," she said. Ooo At dinner Leroy was very uncomfortable after walking around the table and showing the women his new outfit with a curtsey. Under his amethyst velvet Fauntleroy suite, he wore his new smaller wasp waist corset. It shrunk his waist another two inches. Even with the corset, his clothing felt tight. The shorts were very tight in the crotch and ass. The satin cuffs of the shorts didn't reach mid-thigh, exposing the frilly lace of his pantaloons. He wore sheer purple knee highs with large purple satin bows at the knee and his Mary Jane's. Even as he sat, the metallic "Clip" sound the taps made on the flooring echoed in his ears. It had been a very miserable day and any belligerence had died after she used the taser a second time. When the maid placed his plate in front of him, his eyes lit up in surprise. For the first time in ages, he actually had something tangible to eat. There was a quarter piece of Cornish Game hen, broccoli and small roll on the plate. The delicious aroma coming from his dinner made his stomach growl in anticipation. At the moment whatever they had done to him didn't matter. All that mattered was the food. Madam Simms was sitting beside him and made sure he ate in a delicate and feminine manner. He would have normally used his fingers to eat the hen but now cut it up into very small pieces. One small piece of meat, chewed ten times, before swallowing. He would have given anything just to be able to gobble up his meal. He also had problems keeping the lace frill covering his hands from dipping onto his plate. He was very surprised that he was feeling completely full before he finished two thirds of his meal. Plus the slow pace of the meal was fatiguing. "I'm worn out. I could have eaten all of it in ten seconds but now I have to take tiny bites and chew forever. Even drinking tea is a pain. They serve it in those tiny cups that don't hold shit with those small handles you can barely grasp. If I hear her tell me to use my thumb and finger while sticking my pinky out to sip it, I think I'll cry," he thought. With dinner over he was excused. He followed Madam Simms back to his room where she had him strip completely. She proceeded to redress him in his new lavender baby doll dress filling out the skirt with three white crinolines. He was then taken back to the entertainment room. When he entered, he was blinded by the spot lights. He was led over to a corner and told to curtsey, do a twirl, curtsey making sure to display his lavish petticoats and then with a big smile say, "I just love my new dress. Isn't it the prettiest thing ever?" When he did as instructed, Madam Simms took him back to his room for another change. Back in the entertainment room, he was made to repeat his previous actions. He had a much harder time doing that this time as he was wearing the hobble skirt. "Golly, I can't say enough about how much I adore this precious skirt and blouse. Don't they make me look so sophisticated," he was told to say. Leroy was mortified as he stood beneath the bright lights the first time and his humiliation didn't ease with each new performance. The dresses and velvet shorts were horrible but the final item he refused to put on. That got him another shock aimed at his crotch from her stun gun. He didn't put up a fight once he revived but with each item, he felt part of him die. The last outfit was a bright deep red nylon baby doll nightie with a matching lace thong. The nightie and thong were hemmed in white boa feathers and came with a transparent chiffon negligee also trimmed in feathers. A pair of clear plastic four inch spike heeled open toed Malibu slippers with a tuff of red feathers at the toe were on his feet. In his right hand, he carried a realistic pink gel dildo about eight inches long and two wide. In his other hand he carried a tube of cherry flavored lubricant. Wrapped around his left wrist was a long red chiffon scarf. Before they entered the entertainment room, he was instructed to perform his curtsey, then kiss the head of the dildo making sure to leave a visible red lipstick imprint then say, "I have so many new toys to play with now. I love being a great big sissy." He tried to refuse, he wanted to refuse but she pressed the taser up against his balls. Her meaning was all too clear. Wishing the earth would swallow him up, Leroy did as he had been told. When he finished, the house lights dimmed and he could see the audience. Louise and Lara were seated as he expected but he collapsed to his knees as he saw both Joanne and Dianne running from the room. "OMG! My life is over," he moaned.