The White Sissy Slave Society A Walk into Sissyhood
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The car door shut on the cocoon of my last hope of safety from intense
humiliation. My fingers trembled at the thought of what I would have to
endure to be the Sissy of my desires.
I placed my purse on the passenger seat and opened it to see the
contents. One lonely and tempting Tampon, a pink cell phone I had never
seen before and 200 dollars in cash, tied up in a pink ribbon. Oh, how I
wished I would find just a simple lipstick to give me a chance at
passing as a woman on my trip. It was not to be. I was what I am and
what Mistress desired me to be.
It was not far to the drugstore we always used. Which I had used as a
man. Now it was to be my first public ordeal of my month of
sissification. I am sure several of the clerks knew me by sight as a
man. What will be their thoughts as they view me as a feminized Sissy?
What will be my thoughts as I see them seem as feminized Sissy.
I hoped that no police were near. My nervousness and my terror were
making my hands shake on the steering wheel. And the my kitten heels,
small though they be, were a new feminine variable that I have to
account for on the brake and accelerator. The windows of the car have
become a viewing portal for the world to see this budding Sissy. At
least that was my overpowering thought as I was sure every driver
anywhere near me was staring at my head full of curlers and my lavender
spaghetti straps. At stop signs, drivers on either side of me were
surely gawking at the ridiculous sight next to them.
When I was almost at the store, my new cell phone rang.
"Sissy Wendy, are you still in the car?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
"You know, don't you, that all the drivers around you are staring at
you? They will have a great story to tell their husbands or wives at
home. 'I saw a total SISSY today, driving down the street!'"
"Yes, Mistress, I know!"
"Those are people who have just fleetingly seen you from a distance. How
do you think it will be when you are standing next to them, looking for
lipsticks, or in the check out line, holding your Tampons and Perm Kit?
"You will be a pile of quivering feminized jello!"
"Yes, Mistress, I know. That is my lot for the next month and you have
been doing a wonderful job of being a most skillful Dominatrix. I am
experiencing all the Sissydom that I have ever dreamed of.
"I am here, at the drugstore, Mistress."
" Do not think of anything! Get out of the car. Don't trip on your new
girlish heels. Walk in standard Sissy position, right now, into the
store. Make those wrist go limp, wiggle those fingers, lovingly pat your
curlers. Your first public nightmare is about to happen. You are going
to be a SISSY among real people. Let them laugh at you, sneer at your
sissiness. That is what you asked for. Enjoy it!"
I was here. Super Malibu Drugs and Beauty. This was no ordinary drug
store. This was Malibu and everything had to be fancier and plusher. I
wasn't going to sneak up and down aisles, looking for my female booty.
Here they had knowledgeable clerks in every section, especially in the
Beauty and Feminine Hygiene section.
I would be asked my needs and they would be taken care of. No solo
shopping here, not even for quivering Sissies.
I took a deep breath, wishing my top covered a well stuffed bra, opened
the door, and watched as the cute ruffled hems on my capris rustled,
teasingly, in the slight breeze, even before my Maryjane clad feet touch
the pavement with a womanly high heel click. I made sure my curlered
head avoided the unpleasantness of the car door. As I ducked to keep the
rollers from inflicting more pain, the flounces of my chemise fell down
straight and voluminous away from my braless chest. They caught the wind
also, I am sure it felt good and sexy but I was too scared to notice. I
grabbed my lipstickless purse and assumed the Sissy Position, took three
steps, patted my curlers in a most effeminate manner, and went on my way
to the humilation I had asked for. Silly Sissy Me!
With my purse hung precariously on my shaking shoulder, I minced thru
the self opening door into a world which would surely cause me pain and
suffering and intense embarrassment. By asking to be a Sissy, this is
what I wanted, craved. Now I had to endure it.
As i stood patting the rollers on my head with a motion that gave the
impression I was fluffing up my "do", time seemed to stop all-around me.
The store was quite busy. Too busy for my liking. Excellent for
Mistress' purposes. To my left were check out lines and ahead of me to
my left were the normal stock of any drugstore. My sissy business was
ahead of me to my right - Beauty and Feminine Hygiene. Sales women in
pink smocks, floated and fluttered around the area, shelving stock,
selling items, doing makeovers, whatever it took to get real women as
beautiful as possible. Soon a sales woman would approach me, probably
with a smirk on her face.
The stoppage of time was over. Real time took hold of me. I was an
unwelcome, ungainly sight to behold in a sea of freshly coiffed and
precisely painted matrons and their female offspring. Heads around the
area popped up from their quest for the perfect foundation, to see me, a
blatant MALE sissy, trespassing on woman's turf. Older customers stuck
their nose up or snickered behind their painted nails. Younger customers
laughed out loud but then seemed to wink and say: Come on in, Fruit, you
may be interesting. But they were really about their business which was
to make themselves more beautiful for their man or for their woman. As I
flitted down one aisle one young (24 or so) lady stopped me in my tracks
and patted my rollered head.
"You go, girl!" And winked at me.
I heard one very young lady, possibly here for her first pink lipstick,
ask her mother: "Mommy, what it that?"
"That is a Sissy, love, I will tell you more later at home. Don't
stare!"
I was totally out of my depth, not knowing where to turn, wanting to
avoid the laughter and the pointing. I don't know why? That is what I
asked to happen to me. Boy, I was getting it! Just to have a fully
coiffed head of hair would have made my day. I am sure Mistress will
take care of that detail some horror laden day quite soon.
Then there she was! Walking directly towards me, a pink smock encasing a
no nonsense woman, a woman who radiated her femininity in a powerful
way, which said: don't waste my time. I am woman, hear me roar.
Her eyes were on me. I was her prey. I was the unknown bug, better to be
squashed than to have invade her holy of holies.
She stopped three feet in front of me and looked me over from head to
toe. Taking an inventory of all that could be wrong with this strange
critter. I knew that I was found wanting. I wasn't a woman, my God, I
wasn't even a man! She spent an ungodly amount of time gazing at the
myriad rollers perched upon my worthless head.
Then she spoke to me.
"Gee, sweety, that is a lovely brickwork pattern of rollers on your
head. Did you do that? I'm Judy, by the way."
Huh? I don't hear her roar!
"Thank you, Judy, no I didn't. My mistress put my hair up last night. I
am looking forward to her styling it when I get home. See, I am her
Sissy. And she says she will make be look like Doris Day if I am a good
Sissy and follow her instructions. That is why I am here. I have a list
of items I must buy to help with my journey to sissydom and femininity.
Can you please help me be a good Sissy?"
"Well, my land, you have a very great Mistress if she can do a wet set
like that! You are one lucky Sissy! Imagine having a Mistress who can
give you any hair style she wants you to have. You just might spend the
rest of your sissy life in well ordered rows of tight curlers. What more
could a Sissy ask for. My husband appreciates a nice wet set and a
quality "do" now and then. I have made sure of that. Most men need some
strict and demanding feminine discipline from time to time. I know all
about sissies.
"What can I do for you, Sissy???"
"I'm Sissy Wendy, thank you very much. Number one on my list are
Lipsticks. I need three, but they must be colors that will make me more
and more of a sissy. I do love the idea that Sissies adore lipstick."
"I am sure you do, darling. Do you have any special color you know you
want or your Mistress wants you to have."
"I want to wear Revlon's lipstick color - Fire and Ice. I have heard
that all sissies have to have that particular shade. It seems to be a
rite of passage into Sissydom. Other than that one, I am sure you might
know of colors that would work best for a sissy like me."
"Honey, there are so sissies like you. Each sissy is different. Just ask
my husband. They are all worthless or they wouldn't be sissies. I bet
this is your first time out as a sissy and you are scared shitless.
LADIES, we have a new sissy here! The first things he wants are
lipsticks! Does anyone have any suggestions for this newbie sissy?"
Many of the women who scared me as I minced into the store had now
gathered around Judy and I. Most were now smiling.
"My thirteen year old daughter just picked out a lipstick called
BubbleGum Pink. What could be more "sissy" than that! I would love to
see this little twerp with BubbleGum Pink on his lips."
"Excellent choice, Madge. I remember when my 15 year old, football
playing son was getting into all kinds of trouble. The only thing I
could ever do to put a leash on him was to make him wear Candy Apple Red
lipstick, 24hrs a day for a week. Geez, when that week was up he was so
confused about his future he couldn't cause any more trouble. He finally
hung up his cleats and went to Beauty School and majored in Makeovers."
"Thanks, Ladies! So, we have Fire and Ice, BubbleGum Pink, and Candy
Apple Red for Sissy Wendy's lipsticks!"
"Wait a minute!!! We've got a real live Sissy here. I want to see the
Sissy put on one of those lipsticks! I love to see men, and sissies, put
on lipstick. Every time my hubby does it I get so hot! I think he might
have a surprise coming to him tonight. I'll take one of those Candy
Apple Red lipsticks myself!"
It seems that there are a hell of a lot more men out there who qualify
as sissies them I had imagined. And these women seemed to love making
any man around into a simpering Sissy whenever the spirit moved them or
them their clueless husband did something so horrible he would be
encased in a corset for the next month.
"OK, Sissy Wendy, this is your first time out in public as a sissy,
right? Do you have any skill in lipstick application?"
Oh, my God, how I had wanted so badly to be wearing lipstick when I came
in this store! Now I had to put lipstick on in front of all these women
and girls. I had no skill in putting on lipstick. I was a man before I
became a sissy. My sissy training is certainly going into high gear,
very fast.
"No, I have no training in such a womanly action. But since I am a sissy
and there are a lot more of you women than there is of this sissy, I
will make my lips a pretty as I can."
"What color do you want to try?"
"My mistress told me to buy the most sissy colors I could. She said
nothing about wearing any of them home, but I better follow her demands
and go with the BubbleGum Pink lipstick."
"Excellent choice for a Sissy. Here you go, sweety, I even opened the
tube for you."
She handed me a tube of sparkling pink, extended to it's fullest height.
My fingers slowly wrapped around the the unaccustomed object. Then she
handed me a compact with the mirror open. Both my sissy hands now held
items I was totally unfamiliar with. But I had seen Mistress applying
her lipstick hundreds of times. I ran a flashback of Her Highness
seductively painting her beautiful lips through my little Sissy brain as
fast as possible. I brought the mirror up in front of my face and saw
there in the mirror a humiliating crown of prickly rollers positioned
over the bland unmade-up face of a useless, clueless man. Then I slowly
brought the shimmering tube closer and closer to my trembling lips. The
intent group of real women and girls started to clap rhythmically,
louder and louder, as I carefully brought the creamy silken confection
to a point hovering just under my top lip. The chant became GO GO GO and
I went went went. The lipstick came in contact with my virgin lips and I
has gone. I had never felt like that before. Pink electricity surged
thru me. Cream piled upon cream as my lips plumped up with the mass of
BubbleGum Pink lipstick I was reveling in. As the color left the tube,
millimeter by millimeter, my lips were transformed into the vision of
Sissyhood I had always stored in the back of my brain, waiting for this
miraculous tube to release my sissy completion.
The compact mirror held delights for me to behold. At that precise time
I was finally free to be the Sissy I wanted to be. Elizabeth Taylor had
never done a better job on her lips than I did on mine. The women and
girls cheered! Even though I was nothing but a Sissy, I had passed a
test that few men would ever try, let alone succeed at. I had performed,
and performed well, a truly womanly act. An act, which even though I was
just a Sissy, they acknowledged as a first significant step for a Sissy
into their Sisterhood.
Each woman there with me in the lipstick aisle, came up one by one and
pressed their hands on the rollers on the sides of my head (I was, after
all, a Sissy and I had to accept pain from all women, not just my
Mistress) and gave me air kisses.
So far this Sissy stuff isn't as bad as I thought it might me. You just
have to be the right kind of Sissy.
I still had the rest of my pansy list to go. Tampons couldn't be anymore
embarrassing that lipstick, could they?
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