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Prissy Sissy By Cheryl Lynn This is a short work of fiction rushed to a conclusion. It may be downloaded for personal use only, any other use forbidden unless approved by the author. All the usual disclaimers apply. Not for the faint of heart or sweet/sentimental reader. I was going to submit this to tgstories.com but decided to leave it short and unsweetened. Constructive criticism and comments welcome at [email protected]. Prissy Sissy Ned Baxter was a fairly normal kid, living a normal life with his mom and dad in a nice house. The house was a five bedroom three bath ranch style in a nice suburban area. The home owners association made sure the communal areas were kept up and decorated extensively during the holidays. Many of the home owners vied with one another during the holidays to see who could put out the best decorations as well. Ned really enjoyed growing up in that neighborhood. Ned was almost seventeen, five six and weighed one hundred ten pounds with shoulder length light brown hair when they moved into the new neighborhood. He usually had his hair tied into a low pony tail like his father's. His dad was thirty-one, five nine and weighed one fifty-five with collar length dark brown hair. Neither of them worked out but in good health. They enjoyed watching sports, fishing and the outdoors. With his mother's death neither had much desire to do anything other than watch sports. Occasionally they went out to eat and see a movie but that was about it. Jim owned a small computer business that he operated out of a store front. He could easily have worked from home but the home owners association prohibited home based businesses. Ned and his father's life changed when his mother got sick and passed on during his sophomore year. Everything around the house and neighborhood were painful reminders of their loss. They both decided that moving would help them get over the pain. During the summer before the start of Ned's junior year, they moved from the suburbs. They settled into an older much smaller three bedroom two bath wood framed house in the city. The houses were built closer together. Most of the neighbors' were elderly and stately oaks lined the streets. The neighborhood was exactly what they needed as it was the complete opposite from what they were use to. The only thing Ned didn't like was that there weren't any kids living in the area. They were busy unpacking when the doorbell chimed. "Hi, I'm Daphne and live in the house next door. I saw you and your daughter moving in and thought you might like some fresh homemade cookies and spot of tea," she said to his dad, Jim. Daphne appeared to be in her late fifties, wearing a blue and white checked gingham dress, salt and pepper hair cut in a short bob style, sparkling blue eyes, plump but not fat. Jim just wanted to finish unpacking but bowed to convention and invited her in. "Thank you, I'm Jim Baxter and this is my son, Ned, please come on in," he replied. "Oh I'm sorry, the long hair fooled me. I thought you had a daughter. It's a shame, it would be nice to have a young girl moving into the neighborhood," she said as she walked into the kitchen making her self right at home. "Gracie use to live here with her two girls and we were great friends. I looked after the girls until they were into their late teens while she went to work. Practically raised them myself, oh well, it's nice to have new neighbors though," she continued as Jim dug into some boxes trying to find cups and saucers. Over cookies and tea Daphne wiggled out Jim and Ned's life story and by the time she went home, was asked to watch over Ned. Ned didn't like the idea and despite all his arguing after she left, his dad wouldn't change his mind. "Look son I can see your point but you know my hectic schedule. Schools out and it seems like everyone either wants their computer fixed, up graded or a new one. Plus Quantum Engineering wants me to re-do their web site. With your mother gone, I have to have someone keep an eye on you. Daphne seems like a nice woman, knows the neighborhood and lives right next door. It's not like she's moving in. Now come on, help me hook up the entertainment center so we can watch the ballgame tonight," Jim said ending the dispute. Ooo Monday morning after Jim left for work, Ned was busy setting up his computer when Daphne walked in. "Good morning Ned. I just stopped by to see if everything was alright." "Jeez, don't you ever knock?" he said startled. Realizing he was only wearing his boxers and tee, grabbed his jeans off the floor blushing. "Sorry dear, I didn't mean to startle you. I still have Gracie's keys and your father did ask me to keep an eye on you," she said as he was stumbling around trying to get his jean on. "I don't need someone to check on me. I'm old enough to take care of myself," he yelled. "Now don't take that tone with me missy! I've raised enough girls to know what I'm doing," she snapped. "I'm not some silly girl. I'm a guy and you don't need to check on me. I can take care of myself," he shouted back. "Well you could have fooled me with that long hair and it's obvious that you don't know how to properly care for it either. Come with me and I'll teach you how to care for it," she stated. "Fuck you lady! I don't have to do what you say. Now get out of my room and leave me the fuck alone!" he shouted defiantly. He was steamed by her intrusion, calling him a girl and let his temper control his tongue. Daphne walked over to where he was standing with his hands curled up into fists. "Such a foul mouth on such a cute head, we'll have to correct that, now won't we," she calmly replied. Before he could react, she reached out, grabbed his right earlobe between thumb and forefinger. With a firm hold on his ear, she pulled. With a yelp of pain, Ned was forced to follow her into the bathroom. He slapped at her arm trying to make her let go of his ear but that only made her pull the harder. She was much stronger and his struggles only made the pain emanating from his ear all the more. She shoved him away as she shut and locked the bathroom door with a key she had taken from the white cotton bib apron she wore. She turned back to face him. Her eyes blazing in fury making him take a step back. "Now missy we need to come to an understanding. I'm in charge and you will do as I say. The first thing I'm going to do is wash those filthy words out of your mouth then we are going to tend to that mop of hair. You will learn to obey me or else," she seethed in anger. Ned was bending over the commode, spittle and vomit spinning around in the bowl. Daphne had thoroughly washed his mouth out with soap and he was paying the price for it. The taste of soap was still strong as she bent his head over the tub and soaked his hair under the shower spray. With his hair wet, she moved him over to the sink and began shampooing his hair. She used a small bottle of strawberry scented shampoo taken from her apron pocket to saturate his long hair. There was enough to wash his hair twice before using another bottle of conditioner. When she had finished, she wrapped his wet hair in a turban, grabbed his earlobe and led him from the bathroom into the kitchen. On the table was a pink case she had brought over and removed a blow drier and bristle brush. Thirty minutes later his hair was dry and brushed such that the ends tucked under slightly above his shoulders. "Now that looks much better. I expect you to take care of it just like this from now on. Put your shoes on and we'll go over to my house. I have everything you will need there," she said. Ned did what she demanded. After the mouth washing he wasn't going to object. "I'll tell dad as soon as he comes home and that bitch will be history," he mumbled as he put on his flip flops. Daphne's house had the same design as theirs but furnished and decorated in an ultra-feminine style. The walls were painted in soft pinks and lilacs with beige carpet or with floral wall paper and hardwood flooring. The furniture was delicate with plush upholstery and lace doilies. The house reeked of flowers and sweet perfume. Porcelain figurines and crystal knick-knacks lined the shelves. The only thing remotely masculine was a placard on the wall that said something about thirty years of service from some nut house. He was led into one of the guest rooms. "This is the room Gracie's girls used when they stayed over. Never had the heart to remove any of their things once they moved on," she said. If anything this room was more girlie than the rest of the house. The walls were painted in a soft pinkish egg shell color with a floral boarder. The furniture was delicate, painted in white enamel with gold piping. There was a lighted vanity with lavender satin skirting and matching bench padded seat, eight drawer dresser, and straight backed chair by the only window. The window had flowing soft pink with orange highlighted curtains in a lustrous material. The queen sized brass bed had a lavender chiffon canopy and matching satin skirting. A white quilted satin comforter decorated with small red rose buds, pink linens and two lace edged pillows covered the bed frame. The bedside table was covered with a white lace drape and had a pink ceramic lamp and alarm clock sitting on it. The walls were decorated with a number of framed prints. None of which a boy would ever want in his room. The most disturbing for Ned was the one of an Olympic swimmer wearing a red, white and blue Speedo that left little to the imagination. She told him to go and sit on the vanity bench while she gathered what he would need. Ned was on edge as he sat down. This was the most girlish room he had ever seen and it made him feel like he was an invader. It was a feminine sanctuary that boys should never be found in. He was very uncomfortable sitting there as Daphne took the pink case she had brought over and told him she would be right back. When she came back she placed the case on the vanity and began pulling items from the drawers. Besides the drier and brush he saw several bottles of shampoo, condition and others he couldn't identify. The brush, comb and drier he could understand but when she began putting in large bristle rollers, hair pins, hair nets and setting gel into the case he was confused. She looked at him, then opening another drawer put several jars into the case. "You're developing acne and these ointments will keep your face nice and pretty," she said as she closed the case. "I don't want to look pretty and what the hell is all that stuff she put into that case. She can't be expecting me to actually use any of that," he thought as they headed by over to his house. On the way out, Daphne grabbed a pink and white stripped bib apron from behind her kitchen door. Back at the house she emptied the case into various drawers in what was his bathroom. When everything was put away except for three jars, she grabbed his chin, twisted it back and forth. "Yep, if you don't start taking care of your skin properly you will scar that pretty face with acne. I'll show you how to stop that from happening," she stated. She opened the first jar and began rubbing the pink ointment onto his face with a cotton pad. As she covered his lower face, she told him that he needed to apply this cream twice a day. "Once in the morning and before going to bed, leave it on for fifteen minutes then wash it off," she instructed. What she didn't tell him was that this lotion was a depilatory and over time would destroy the hair follicles on his face. The other lotion was a cleanser and the last a moisturizer. He had several friends that suffered from bad acne so he didn't complain. When she was satisfied that he knew what to do, she spent the rest of the afternoon instructing and helping him clean the house. He had balked at having to don the apron and doing what he called women's work. When she asked how he expected the house to clean itself grumpily did as told. He frowned as she looped the apron over his head and tied a floppy bow in the back. They cleaned until it was time for his father to come home. Daphne took him into the kitchen and taught him how to make supper. It was simple, baked chicken breasts in cream of mushroom soup, broccoli and boiled new potatoes. As his dad drove into the garage, she sent Ned to clean up. "Jim I hope you don't mind but I had to punish Ned this morning. When I came by to check on him, he used some very vulgar words and told me to get out. I washed his mouth out with soap. Young men should not be allowed to use that kind of language around polite society. If you have a problem with that, you can find someone else to look after him," she said distraughtly. "What? I'm sorry Daphne that Ned was so disrespectful. I'll have a talk with him and while I don't like to punish him, I guess what you did is alright. However, please, just tell me if he upsets you in the future and I'll take care of it when I get home," Jim replied a bit shocked. "I'll be going now. I showed Ned how to cook supper tonight and it will be ready in a minute or two. I think we need to talk some more about me watching over Ned. Would you mind coming over after you have had supper. I'll have a pot of tea waiting," she replied. Jim wasn't happy about what had happened while he was at work or that she punished his boy but he needed someone to watch the kid. As they ate supper, he gave Ned the riot act and told him that he expected better from him in the future. After the meal, he went to see Daphne. He didn't even notice that Ned's hair shined and was not in his usual low pony tail. Daphne greeted him warmly and led him into her kitchen. There she served him a cup of tea and some cookies. Jim didn't particularly like tea preferring coffee but the cookies were very good. As they talked he kept nibbling at the cookies and drank several cups of her strange bitter sweet tea. He was surprised when he got home to notice that it was almost ten o'clock. "Where did the time go," he thought as he went to get ready for bed. He had an early appointment in the morning and he was surprisingly tired but relaxed. The next morning she showed up with a small plate of cookies which she let Ned have with a glass of milk. With nothing but crumbs on the plate she took him into the bathroom. There she pulled out the bristle curlers and began putting them in his hair wrapping them tightly to his scalp. She did half his head then had him do the other half. With his hair rolled, she placed a pink hairnet over them and tied it at the back. "Ned, you want your hair to look nice don't you? To make it look nice you will have to do this every night before you go to bed then brush it out in the morning. Understand? Good, let's see if we can get some work done today, shall we?" she said as he stared blankly into the mirror. Over the next couple of months nothing much changed in the Baxter household. Daphne came over every day except Sunday, checked to see that he had followed her facial and hair regiment then helped Ned keep the house clean. Every evening she would invite Jim over to discuss the day's events over her cookies and tea. Ned was kept busy enough so that he didn't have time to go out into the neighborhood exploring. The only time he and his dad did anything was on Sundays. They enjoyed getting out and doing things. Usually that involved going to catch a ball game and a movie later. Occasionally, Olivia came over from the house across the street to visit with Daphne. She was in her early sixties, overly plump with gray hair in a tight bun at the back of her head. The only makeup that she wore was a bright red slash of lipstick and pink blush on her cheeks. She had a large nose and wore thick black rimmed glasses and smelled of liniment and baby powder. When she visited, they would sit and watch the soaps while Ned did the housework. Ned didn't like Olivia as she was always pinching his cheeks, calling him a "doll" and telling him what pretty hair he had. "Back before I retired I was a pretty darn good beautician doll. I met a lot of women that would just die to have such body. What say you let me work on it a bit? I could do wonders with hair like yours," she would tease. Ooo At the beginning of August things began to change. The most notable was his father. He was spending at lot of time over at Daphne's, coming home late and going straight to bed. Only now he was looking older and more stressed. His hair a bit longer now had a lot of gray running through it. There were wrinkles and bags under his eyes where none had been before. He was looking a lot older than his thirty-one years. The biggest change though was his attitude. It seemed that whenever Daphne suggested something he did it no matter how strange the request was. Ned was surprised one Sunday as they were watching a ball game on television. His dad was in a pair of kaki shorts and his legs were shaven clean of any hair. "Dad, what did you do? It looks like you shaved your legs. What's going on?" Ned asked. "Oh, that, nothing....Daphne suggested it. Said I would feel more comfortable if I didn't have all this body hair while it's so hot out. I thought it a bit silly at first but Olivia urged me to go ahead and try it. No big deal. It will grown back but I do feel a lot cooler now. Heck, you might even want to try it yourself," he replied dismissively. "No way dad," was all Ned could reply. What Ned didn't know was that by the end of July, Daphne had Jim under her complete control. She had been giving him psychotropic drugs infused into her tea and cookies that made him highly susceptible to her suggestions. The more of the drugs he took the stronger her hold over him. He also didn't know that his father was providing certain oral pleasures to both Daphne and Olivia. Changes were also happening to Ned. When Daphne noted that his hands were red from his daily chores, she had him using a hand cream several times a day. She had insisted since he was using the cream, that he rub it onto his elbows and heels nightly to prevent chaffing. She also insisted that he keep his nails looking nice. She taught him how to use an emery board, cuticle stick and apply clear coat which he had to do daily. To further protect his hands he now wore pink rubber gloves. He had been shampooing and conditioning his hair every other day for so long it had become an automatic function. His nightly use of the depilatory and moisturizer had made his face smooth and delicate. Wearing the bristle rollers to bed at night, at first irritating, no longer bothered him. Daphne was a hard taskmaster but often rewarded him with fresh baked cookies in the afternoon. His belligerent attitude softened over those two months. He often got really upset whenever she gave him a new chore and stopped helping around the house but now he accepted what she demanded. He was doing all the house work including the ironing. When she started bringing over her own laundry for him to wash and iron, he only grumbled under his breath. He was really embarrassed when he had to hand wash her delicates then hang them to dry on the outside line. One day as he was eating his cookies, she noticed large sweat stains on his tee shirt and hauled him into the bathroom. "Ned you reek of sweat and ruined your shirt so from now on I want your body hairless. You don't want to smell like some filthy animal, now do you? No, I didn't think so. With all that hair gone, you won't sweat as much or ruin your shirts. You will use this depilatory cream daily. You don't want to stink or sweat so you will do this, understand?" she told him. He mumbled a "yes" and nodded his head. His eyes had a glazed over look as he stripped. She then covered his body in a cream that soon began foaming and smelling like rotten eggs. He stood passively until it began to burn his skin. He wanted to protest but decided the pain was worth it if it removed his ugly body hair. As he applied a soothing moisturizer to his denuded skin he felt like something was wrong but continued his task without complaint. About mid-August things took an even more strange twist. Jim always wore a coat and tie to the office but now began wearing flare legged slacks and pastel colored poly long sleeved light weight shirts with an open collar. He kept his long hair loose which now seemed to have a lot more curl than before. He was also gaining a lot of weight thanks to a high caloric diet Daphne convinced him to go on. Ned on the other hand was loosing weight. Over his objections, Daphne had placed him on a strict vegan diet. She made sure there was nothing else to eat in the house. Jim took all his meals over at Daphne's or Olivia's place. Ned complained bitterly about it with his dad but it didn't do any good. Jim made it very clear that Ned would do whatever Daphne told him to do. Since they moved Ned had no contact with the outside world except on Sundays when he and his dad did something. His only contact was through his computer with his old friends. He spent every night after cleaning up the kitchen, e-mailing or surfing the net. Like any teenager, he spent a lot of time looking at porn sites. He was sexually frustrated as he spent so much time alone and with all his chores unable to get out and meet any girls. As time went on, he spent even more of his private time looking at porn and finding self relief. By August he was still in contact with a few of his friends but that number was dwindling and the e-mails short and terse. There just wasn't very much he could talk about with them. He wasn't about to tell them he learned an easier way to iron pleats. He was sitting at the computer in his pajamas one evening while his dad was with Daphne. His pajama bottoms around his ankles, his hand pumping vigorously on his rock hard dick and the beautiful blonde on the screen screaming "I'm coming!" when Olivia entered unseen into his room. "What the hell are you doing you pervert!" she screamed making him fall off the chair. His dick quickly shriveled in fear and embarrassment as he tried to pull his pajama bottoms up. As he was scrambling to do that Olivia marched over to him, grabbed him by the upper arm and easily pulled him over the chair's seat. With his bare butt exposed, she began spanking him. She didn't stop until it was cherry red and his wails of protest subsided into flowing tears. She then grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his feet. "You're coming with me. I have something that will stop that perversion of yours in its tracks at the house," she said dragging him, pajama bottoms around his ankles from the room. Approaching the front door Ned lost his pajama bottoms and he tried to pull away from her. With his weight loss he was no match for the large woman as she dragged him out the door, across the street and into her house. Once outside Ned stopped struggling as he didn't want anyone else seeing him. It would be mortifying if anyone saw him naked from the waist down and an old woman manhandling him like he was just a toddler. He was taken into her bedroom and pushed into a corner. "You keep that nose pressed into that corner," she ordered giving his bottom a hard slap. Ned was terrified. He had never been spanked before and his poor ass was throbbing. His tears had slowed down to a trickle but were replaced by a growing panic. "What is this old woman planning on doing to me? Wasn't that spanking bad enough? I can't believe she caught me doing that. Shit, I've never been so humiliated. Scared the crap out of me when she barged in like that," he thought. "Alright pervert get over here," Olivia barked. She was sitting on the bed with an evil grin on her face. "This was my husband's years ago. Almost threw it away when he died but glad I didn't. Spread those legs and keep your hands at your sides," she said as he stood before her. Ned's eyes got as big as saucers when she reached out and grabbed his penis. Seeing what she had in her hand, he wanted to run but she had a firm hold on his most private parts. He watched on in horror as she slid the pink tube over his penis, pressed his balls back up inside his groin before covering it with a pink shield. With the device in place she brought the thin straps connected to the tube and shield to the middle of his back. He heard several clicking sounds as the straps were drawn tight against his skin. Standing up, she took him by his shoulders and marched him over to the full length mirror. Gazing into the mirror, Ned saw that his penis was pulled down between his legs. He reached down and tried to get it off but it didn't budge. "That will cure you of your filthy habit. I had my late husband in that for thirty years and he could never get it off try as he might. You can use the bathroom with that on but you are going to have to sit to pee. The only way that's coming off is if I take it off," she said with a giggle. "Yo....you can....can't do this to me! I'll tell my dad! He'll....he'll...." Ned began to protest. "He'll do nothing of the sort pervert! He's been in one just like it for over a month now," she snarled. "You....you're lying. My....my dad would never let...let anyone do that to him," he stammered in defiance. "Fine by me pervert, let's go ask him right now," she replied grinning. "Wha...what? I can't go out looking like this. I'm practically naked," he gasped. "I can fix that," she said walking over to her dresser and pulling out a pair of white granny panties. They were probably big enough to fit three of Ned but she pulled them up his legs anyway. "You just hold on to them until we get over to Daphne's," she said grabbing his wrist. Ned was beet red by the time they arrived at Daphne's house. It was bad enough having to walk out in the open clutching the panties but having his father seeing him like this would be devastating. All thoughts of his predicament were forgotten as soon as they entered the house. Standing in the kitchen was his father. Daphne was sitting at the table sipping a glass of wine. Ned stood frozen, the granny panties sliding down to the floor as he stared in disbelief. He probably would have slunk to the floor if Olivia wasn't holding his hand. His father was dressed in a black cotton with white collar and cuffs knee length maid's dress. His legs covered in opaque black support hose and black three inch pumps were on his feet. His hair was in a bun with a white lace ruffled maid's cap with long black streamers fastened to it. Pink rubber gloves were on his hands and the plate he had been washing dropped, as if in slow motion, to shatter on the floor. As if from afar Ned heard Olivia say, "I caught this pervert wanking off to some bimbo on his computer. Took care of him just like we did his father but he didn't believe me so I brought him over to see for himself." "James, show your son what we do to perverts around here then clean up that mess you just made," Daphne demanded. Slowly his father raised his skirt and petticoats to reveal black satin panties. Blushing fiercely, he pulled the panties down to reveal his imprisoned groin. Putting everything back in place, he curtsied, said "Yes Mistress," and began cleaning up the glass shards. Ned regained his focus when Daphne grabbed his other hand and was being marched into the guest room. "Wh...What have you done to my dad? Wha...what are you gonna do with me?" he croaked. "We didn't do anything that your father didn't want. We just encouraged and brought out his true calling. As for you, you'll have to wait and see. Don't want to spoil the surprise now do we?" Daphne replied as he was shoved into the room. Ned looked around wondering why they had brought him here. His curiosity was answered when Daphne said, "You will be staying here until your father has a chance to make some changes at your house. Now to see if we can find something more appropriate for you to wear." "I don't want to stay in this sissy room. I want to go home to my own room," his protest came out more like a whine. While he wasn't given nearly as much of the psychotropic drugs his ability to disobey was weak. His actions were more like a petulant little girl than anything else. In the recesses of his mind he was fully aware of what was happening but, try as he might, couldn't fight what was being done. He could only look on as if a bystander in horror at the changes he was undergoing. The best thing Ned could do was glare at the two women that controlled his life. With Olivia he could be a little more belligerent as she wasn't the one implanting suggestions into his mind. "Hold out your arms Ned," she said as she slipped the nylon straps of a yellow with white lace frilled training bra up his arms. When the bra was secured, she handed him the matching high leg panties. He turned scarlet when she patted his panty covered groin. "Perfect, from your reaction I can tell you are fully aware of what we are doing but helpless to stop any of it. Let me find a nice nightie for you then we'll put you to bed," she said. The yellow nightie was a double layered nylon and chiffon with a square cut neckline frilled with white lace and bright satin ribbon at the center. The short sleeves were large puffs with lace fringe secured with yellow satin ribbons. Dressed for the night, she had him sit at the vanity and perform his night time beauty regiment. She smiled brightly as he easily rolled his hair and set it for the night. "Tomorrow Olivia will give you a nice haircut Ned. Won't that be a nice treat," Daphne said as she tucked him in. The next morning Ned woke up disorientated and confused until he remembered what happened. He groaned and a tear leaked out of one eye as he sat up in bed. He wanted to be violent. He wanted to rage and throw things but couldn't summon up the will necessary to do it. Daphne came in soon after, had him step into a pair of pink fuzzy bunny slippers and follow her into the kitchen. He was afraid to let his father see him like he was dressed but he wasn't anywhere around. After breakfast, she took him into the bathroom and showed him how to prepare a bubble bath using lots of scented oils and bath beads. As the bath was filling he coated his body in the depilatory cream. With his body moisturized, powdered with scented talc Daphne showed him how to wrap a towel around his chest. Back in the room, he was given a fresh matched set of lingerie. He struggled a bit with the emerald green training bra but with a little help, adjusted the straps and had it hooked. The panties were a full brief cut with white floral lace inserts at the hips. She handed him a container of baby powder and instructed him to sprinkle some into the high waist panty girdle before putting it on. The girdle was a muted emerald green and bright green satin front panel with an elaborate floral pattern stitched in silver thread. The girdle reached above his navel and pulled his already thin waist in another two inches. The back seam dug into his bottom, separating and enhancing his cheeks. Dressed in his lingerie, she gave him a pair of pale green nylons and showed him how to knead them up his legs and attach the welts to the girdle's garter tabs. Stepping into a pair of low heeled white pointed toed pumps he went to the vanity. With the rollers removed his hair fell in gentle waves past his shoulders. Daphne put black mascara on his lashes and bubble gum pink lipstick on his lips finishing up with a spray of sweet floral perfume. Handing him a sheer pale green nylon wrap led him back into the kitchen where Olivia was waiting. Throughout the entire process Ned's mind was screaming "No! I don't want this" but couldn't physically resist. An hour later he was taken back to get dressed for the day. His hair had been bleached to a brassy golden blonde hue then cut into a tight prickly flat top. "That's right Ned. We all know that you don't want to be a girl. You have said so often enough so we decided that what you really want to be is one big prissy sissy. With that hair cut, flat chest and the girl's outdated clothing nobody will recognize you as anything but a big sissy. Ooo Staying with Daphne had been extremely traumatic for Ned. He spent his days carrying a purse and learning how to move with an exaggerated mincing wiggle, elbows tucked in, wrists limp and speaking in an artificially high lisp. Other than plucking his brows into feminine arches his face wasn't dramatically changed. During the day he wore skin tight short-shorts with frilly feminine blouses covering his training bra, panties and girdle. In the evenings he wore tight leggings or pants like Capri's and peddle pushers with chiffon or satin blouses. When he wasn't practicing, he had to read romance novels and gay magazines. The gay magazines were a stumbling block for him but a dose of her drug and telling him how much he just loved looking at the pictures and reading the articles solved that problem. Ned hadn't seen his father for three weeks and when he did was shocked. Jim's hair was in a tight bun at the back of the head, completely gray and wearing a pair of Olivia's thick horn rimmed glasses. It was obvious that he was having a hard time seeing anything. His face was heavily powdered with bright pink blush on his cheeks, vivid red lipstick and heavy blue eye shadow. His eyebrows had been plucked out and black pencil used to draw them back in high thin arches. He had gained at another ten pounds and seemed to have aged twenty years. He was wearing a bright yellow cap sleeved cotton blouse that hung untucked over his expanded belly. The top of the blouse stuck out at the top with what appeared to be sagging DD breasts. The hem of a white girdle could be seen above the belt line of the pair of polyester lime green stretch pants. The pants hugged his lower torso like a glove and he was wearing a pair of black flats. Olivia was standing nearby giving him directions as he clumsily moved around. A strong aroma of liniment and baby powder filled the room. "OMG! What have you done to my father?" Ned blurted out stunned. "Ned come on over and meet your new momma Bertha Lou. Thought it'd be more fitting to have your father looking like someone who would have such a prissy sissy for a son. You'll have to give her a hand until she gets use to wearing her glasses. Figure another couple of weeks before her eyes completely adjust," Olivia said with a laugh.