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Periwinkle Pink By Cheryl Lynn This is a work of forced femininization fiction and all the standard disclaimers apply. This story is not for the sweet/sentimental reader. It may be downloaded for personal use only. Any other use by author's permission. Comments are welcome at [email protected] Periwinkle Pink Perry Mathews had just turned eighteen and graduated high school. He was a scrawny mop haired young man with bright sapphire blue eyes. He was brought up in a strict middle-income family in a small midwestern town. Perry had many friends including girls. He dated frequently but nothing really serious. He was more into hanging with his guy friends playing video games. It's not that he didn't like girls, it was just that they confused him. They were all about clothing, makeup and some screen or pop idol. Things he didn't have anything in common with. He was very attracted to them and thinking about this one or that one as he masturbated. It was so much easier hanging with the guys than with the girls. Now that he graduated, Perry had other things in mind. His parents wanted him to go to Kansas State but Perry didn't want to be that close to home. If he went there, his parents would expect him to come home frequently. He wanted more, someplace away from cold winters and freedom to be himself. Someplace also very far away to discourage his parents from visiting. When a college in Southern California offered a partial scholarship, he accepted. He loved his parents but wanted out from their thumb. Perry also decided not to wait for the fall term, packed a few belongings into his used Honda. Once he got to California and settled would transfer his college fund and savings to a local bank. "Look, Mom and Dad, I've never been to California. I need time to check the place out before school starts. That way, if I don't like it or the school, I can always come back to Kansas State," he explained after his parents bitterly complained. "Son, your Mother and I are not at all happy with this as we've told you a hundred times. You're going to be living in a different world than ours. Going to State, we'll be close by if you need help. From what I hear California is like a bowl of granola. Take the flakes out, all you have left are fruits and nuts. We don't like it but your reasoning is sound and we won't stop you. Just make sure you keep in touch. I expect you to call us at least once a week when you get there," his father retorted. "Yeah, sure Dad," he promised. "I can't wait to get there, find a place to stay and maybe find a job until school starts," he thought. ## The trip was mostly boring until he reached the Rockies and driving thru Denver. Perry wasn't a big sports fan but liked the Broncos and impressed when he detoured to see their stadium. He was even more impressed when he got to his destination. The city was about ten times the size of his, nestled against a backdrop of mountains. Perry had checkout this place and the college on-line and had an idea of what it was like. He just didn't realize how picturesque the place really was or crowded. He checked into a motel and grabbed a handful of those flyers describing places of interest. "Finely I'm on my own. No one to tell me it's bed time or what to do. This place looks fantastic. Never seen anything higher than a railroad crossing until I hit the Rockies. Now I practically have them in my backyard. Wow! I can't wait to go exploring but I need to find an apartment first. Something I should have done much earlier," he thought opening his laptop and searched for apartments available in the area. An hour later he gave up his search in disgust. Not even an efficiency apartment was within his price range. Deciding to get an early supper went to the diner connected with the motel. The waitress was middle aged with bleach blond hair held in place by a hairnet. She was wearing a yellow uniform with a white waist apron tied in a pert bow. He looked at the menu she gave him and again surprised by the prices. "Ten dollars for a hamburger and fries? Three fifty for a coke? That's twice as much as back home. I had no idea prices would be so high here. I'm definitely going to have to find a job for the summer instead of playing around like I wanted. I don't have near enough savings and my school funds will just cover that cost. Better check the want ads before I do anything else tonight," he thought unhappily. Again, he wasn't happy examining the want ads listed on his computer. He either wasn't qualified or for flipping burgers or frying chicken. Perry had worked in a fast food place a couple of years ago and hated it. "Guess I'll go to the college tomorrow and check it out. Their web site doesn't tell me what I need to know. Maybe I can get a dorm room and check to see if they have any summer job offers," he thought getting ready for bed. His first stop that next morning was at Micky D's for a bacon, egg and cheese biscuit with a cup of coffee. It was close to the campus and had a good view of it from where he was sitting. Perry's next stop was the campus administration building. In student affairs he found out that since he wasn't a registered student a dormitory room wasn't available. It was also too late for him to register for summer school. From there he was directed to a bulletin board where job listings and off campus housing were posted. The secretary told him where it was but that it was pretty much picked over. After a few minutes of looking, reached up and pulled down a card. "This might work if it's still available," he thought reading the card. "Bedroom with meals provided for the right person in exchange for working in my boutique. Call 666-5555 for an appointment," it read. "I have no idea what a boutique is but should be okay. Beats the heck out of flipping burgers though. Probably has something to do with flowers," he thought taking out his cell phone. ## The job was still available, given the address and told to come right over. Perry discovered why some college kid wasn't already working there. It was located on the edge of town over an hour from campus. It was by his standards a small brick house attached to a small store with no lawn just white rocks. He wasn't happy with its location but had little choice and rang the doorbell. When the door opened a woman, he guessed was in her late fifties or early sixties greeted him. She was taller than Perry with black gray streaked hair fashioned into a bun on each side of her head. She was wearing a black satin cap sleeved blouse and gray below the knee skirt, sheer black nylons and black patent leather three-inch stiletto pumps. Her face was round and wearing full makeup. For a woman her age Perry thought she was pretty. He thought she was pretty because she was wearing full makeup with bright wet red lipstick. Something only the girls he knew wore on really special nights like the prom. "Yes, young man, how can I help you?" she asked examining him through the screen door. "Yes, ma'am, I'm the one who called about the room and job. My name is Perry Mathews," he replied. "Oh, there must be some misunderstanding. I was expecting a woman. I thought you said your name was Cherry when we talked on the phone," she replied starting to shut the door. "Wait! Please! I'm desperate and need this job and room. Just give me a chance," he desperately replied. "Very well, come on in. I really need some help and I have coffee ready. I usually have a cup or two after I close the store. Would you like some?" she said stepping back so he could enter. "Yes, thank you ma'am," he replied relieved that she would hear him out. "I don't like being called Ma'am. Makes me sound older than I am. You will refer to me as Miss. Norman. Understood?" she almost snapped. "Yes ma...Miss. Norman," he quickly replied. She led him into the kitchen which he found quite modern and told him to sit. Perry, a bit nervously sat at the kitchen table and told her he liked his coffee black. He was startled when she gave him a look and said, "You are too young to be drinking coffee like that. Cream and sugar it is then." Perry hadn't drunk coffee like that since he was a little kid. Not wanting to displease her and lose what chance he had at getting the job, he nodded his head. As he told her his life story and why he wanted the job drank it. "Way too sweet for my tastes but I really want this job. With what I'll save on rent and food, I'll be able to rent an apartment when school starts if I want," he thought accepting another cup. "Well young man, do you have any idea what a boutique is? I've never heard of a man wanting to do such a thing. No? Well, it'll be easier if I show you. Come with me," she said when he finished telling her his life story. Miss. Norman led him to the side of the house and opened a door and flipped a light switch. What Perry saw was a women's clothing store. He had absolutely no idea about any of the clothing hanging from chromed racks. "Oh," he gulped. "I...I thought it would be like a flower shop." "It's not a bouquet young man, it's a boutique. To be specific, a vintage clothing shop catering to women of discriminating tastes. I call it, La La's Vintage Fashions. I guess you didn't see the sign as you came down a side street. You seem like a nice boy but can you see yourself working here?" she replied. "Eeerrrr, yes...Ma'am," he mumbled. "Gosh, I never expected this. Guess I could handle cleaning up or moving stuff around," he thought wrinkling his nose at the heavy floral scent in the air. "That's Miss. Norman boy!" she crossly snapped. "I'm sorry, Miss. Norman. It won't happen again," he quickly answered hearing the anger in her voice which made him cringe. Then added, "I..I worked last summer doing janitorial services. I can do that." "Well, we'll see. Now if, and I say if I take you on, I have very strict rules of behavior. One, is that you will have no one visit without telling me beforehand and absolutely no parties among others. I'm still not sure I want a boy working in my boutique," she stated a bit harshly. "Miss. Norman...errr...I just arrived in town. I don't know anyone and don't have a problem with that rule. Look, I'm a hard worker and will do whatever you say. Just give me a chance, I really want this job," he replied. "You sound sincere but we shall see. Okay, I'll give you a chance boy. Mind you, just one chance. If you don't do as I wish, you will be let go. You move in tomorrow morning. Just make sure you're here well before nine. That's when I open the store," she said in dismissal. "I don't know if I will like this but it's an opportunity to save a bunch of money. Knowing the prices in this city, free room and board are worth putting up with her treating me like a little kid," he thought getting into his car. ## Perry drove into Miss. Norman's driveway at six thirty. "I hope I'm not too early but she did say well before nine. Guess I'll find out when I ring the doorbell," he thought going up to the door. To his great surprise she was not only up but dressed and wearing full makeup. She was wearing a black with white pen stripping business suit and knee length straight skirt, cr?me satin blouse, dark hosiery and creme patent leather pumps with a three-inch stiletto heel. To his eyes she looked very imposing. "Go..good morning Miss. Norman. I..I'm not too early, am I?" he stuttered. "At least you're prompt, follow me and I'll show you to your room. Like I said, I wasn't expecting a boy to apply so no complaints about the room," she said curtly. "Yes ma..Miss. Norman. I'm sure I will like it," he said quickly correcting himself. Perry didn't have a sister nor had he ever been in a young girl's room either. When he entered the room, froze dropping his two suitcases to the wood floor. The room would have thrilled any teenaged girl. The parquet flooring was covered here and there with fluffy lavender rugs. The furniture was all white with gold pen stripping and delicate looking. On top of the dresser was a fancy Victorian doll. The twin bed had a lavender chiffon canopy, a bright white satin quilted spread and periwinkle pink sheets. On the periwinkle pink painted walls were posters of Elvis and other 1950's rock stars along with a couple of floral oil prints. The room had a distinctive smell of flowers. "Well, just don't stand there with your mouth hanging open. Get busy and unpack your things. You will keep this room as clean as it is now. The bathroom is right across the hall. I'll give you twenty minutes then meet me in the kitchen for a light breakfast. I'll tell you what I want and what I expect from you while we eat," she instructed leaving the room. "I don't feel comfortable being here. I feel more like a sneak in some girl's room. Like I have any choice. Don't think I'll ever get used to all this pink though," he thought beginning to unpack. Opening a drawer began tossing in his underwear. It didn't take him long to empty both suitcases. Taking his laptop, placed it on the vanity which he planned on using as a desk. Finally, he grabbed his toiletries and went to put them in the bathroom. Perry paused as he entered. Like the bedroom, the bathroom was painted periwinkle pink while the commode, counter top and bath in a darker pink. The flooring was in white tile with a periwinkle pink fuzzy rug. "Oh gawd! More pink," he thought going over to the linen closet to put away his toiletries. The first thing he noticed when opening the door was a box of tampons sitting next to a large package of panty liners on the shelf. He knew what they were from watching all those TV ads. He paused a few moments, then reached out to move them to the side. Perry was a little scared to even touch those most feminine of items. He quickly placed his stuff on the shelf; then out of curiosity took the box of tampons. With a shaking hand pulled one out to examine. Removing the pearly colored wrapping saw the pink plastic applicator with the shiny white string hanging out the back. "Breakfast is ready," he heard Miss. Norman shout and quickly replaced the tampon and wrapper into the box and on the shelf. "Coming," he shouted back blushing. A bowl of cottage cheese, half peach and a slice of unbuttered toast along with a cup of cream and sugared coffee awaited him. Miss. Norman was finishing her toast when he entered. She gave him a hard look but just said "sit." As he began eating, she got up and went into the store. When she came back carried two items in her hands. One was a periwinkle pink overall. The overall was in a light weight denim with a square neckline with adjustable straps and Y back, buttoning at the side. On the bib front was embroidered a small cluster of darker pink periwinkles and in gold, "LaLa's Vintage Clothing". The other item was a white cotton cap sleeved shirt. "When you finish put these on. This is your uniform while working in the store," she bluntly stated. "Pink? Don't you have any other ones I could wear?" he tentatively asked. "To be exact, this color is called periwinkle pink and it's the signature color for my store. And to answer your question, no. This is the only color overalls I have or will allow. If you have any objections, pack up and leave right now," she harshly replied. Taken aback by her tone, Perry swallowed his pride and replied, "No, I'm sorry. I'll wear it Miss. Norman." "Very well but when I tell you something from now on, I don't want to hear any arguments. We'll get along nicely if you just promptly do what I tell you. Hurry and finish up. We need to get the store ready to open," she kindly replied. Back in his room Perry reluctantly stripped and began putting on his uniform. The shirt confused him for a moment as the small pearl buttons were on the wrong side. The soft cotton shirt seemed to hug his torso and buttoned up to the rounded collars. Stepping into the overalls discovered they had a satin lining and a snug fit. They were tight in the crotch and seemed to dig into his ass cheeks. His boxers were bunched up as well. "This overall is a bit small on me and digging into my crotch and ass. I'll have to ask if she has a larger size. I feel like a darn fool wearing it but Miss. Norman didn't give any real choice. Other than these two small pockets on the bib, the others are just decoration. Where am I going to put my wallet and cell? Damn, they don't even have a fly," he thought ## In the store Miss. Norman gave Perry a quick tour and showed where the janitorial supplies were. She told him to vacuum the floor then wipe down the counter tops. When he finished that sent outside to wash the windows. Going outside wearing the uniform made him blush. It was rush hour and there were a lot of cars going past the shop. Adding to his embarrassment were the pink rubber gloves and boots she gave him to wear along with the white rubber bibbed apron. Perry was greatly relieved getting back into the store. "I don't think I have ever been this embarrassed. At least no one knows me here. I would have died if any of my friends had seen me," he thought. By the time he finished up outside, it was time for lunch and he was very hungry. The meager breakfast had just made a slight dent in his hunger pains. When he mentioned it to Miss. Norman, she instructed him to go to the kitchen. "I could use a bite as well. Go to the refrigerator. On the top shelf you will find some soup I made. Heat it up in the microwave. You'll find some saltines in the right-hand cabinet. Bring the soup and four crackers for the both of us when it's done. While the soup is heating make some coffee and bring us a cup. Don't dilly-dally. I have more work for you," she instructed. "Soup and four lousy crackers? I know the food is free but I'm still a growing boy. I need real food like a burger and fries. Hopefully she'll fix a real meal come supper time," he grumbled going into the kitchen. Perry spent the rest of the work day moving chromed display racks around the store. "I like to completely rearrange my shop every month or so. That way when my regulars come in. They have to look around more. They usually pick out something they didn't plan on purchasing. It's good for sales. Now that you're here, I can do it more often," she explained. By the time Miss. Norman locked the doors on the shop, Perry was exhausted. Those racks were heavy and on some the small wheels didn't cooperate. The underarms of his shirt were sweat stained as was the front when he removed the overalls. She noticed the stains under his armpits and wrinkled her nose. "Once we get inside, go take a bath and while you're at it shave those pits. I can't have you working in my shop with those kind of stains on your blou..shirts," she said as they entered the house. "Shave my pits? Guys..," he started to say when she interrupted. "I don't care what you want. Like I told you earlier, either do what I demand or pack your bags. If you have a problem call me and I'll do it for you," she snapped angerly. "I don't want to do that but I certainly don't what her to do it for me. I should just pack and get out of here but then I would still need a more permanent place to live," he thought but replied, "Yes, Miss. Norman." "What the heck, no one will see me without a shirt for a while. Might as well get this over with," he thought once in the bathroom. Perry quickly figured out that his rarely used electric razor wouldn't work on armpits. Now that he was eighteen hoped to start seeing some real facial hair coming in. Looking in the linen closet found some pink lady's razors and a can of feminine shaving cream. The cream had a slight floral fragrance but that would be gone once he bathed. Having to take a bath also bothered him. He much preferred taking a shower. As he sat in the steaming water, was upset that the pink bar of soap smelled like flowers. Soaping up the wash cloth, Miss. Norman knocked on the door; then to his surprise and embarrassment, stepped into the room. "Sorry about the intrusion young man but I wanted to see if you needed help shaving," she sweetly said with a big smile. "No, no I did it already," he replied blushing scarlet and thrusting the wash cloth to cover his groin. "Oh, don't be so modest. You don't have anything that I haven't seen many times before. Hold up your arms so I can see if you did a good job. See that they stay that way. Well, hurry up supper is almost ready," she answered turning and leaving. "I can't believe she just walked in here like that. I was in the damn tub. Going to have to make sure I lock it next time," he thought drying off. Supper was better than his other meals but not by much. A small baked chicken breast and two sides that he didn't recognize. Miss. Norman told him the greens were Kale and the light brown Quinoa. Another cup of cream and sugared coffee was sitting by his plate. Looking down at the meager serving, Perry frowned. "Look Miss. Norman, I appreciate what you did but I think I'll just find a burger joint and have supper there," he said taking his car keys out of his pocket. "Young man! Give me those keys this instant. You're not going anywhere! I fixed a very healthy meal and you will eat what I provide. Either give me the keys or pack your bags!" she yelled angerly and stood up with her hand held out. "Sounds just like my Mom but she isn't my mother. It's too late to pack and leave now and not wild about staying in another cheap motel either. I can always leave tomorrow," he thought as he placed his keys in her palm. "Well, what do you have to say?" she demanded with a cold look. "Eerrr, sorry Miss. Norman. I'm just really hungry," he managed. "Sit down and eat before it gets cold. You need to lose some weight in any case," she replied sternly. "Yes ma'am..I mean Miss. Norman," he quickly corrected. "Lose weight? I'm already skinny as a rail," he thought. When they finished, she got up and tied pink organza apron around his waist. Seeing his puzzled look said, "You're now responsible for the cleanup. Rinse the dishes and put them in the washer. Wipe down the counter tops and table. Then you're free to do what you want. You look tired and think you should just go to bed. We have a busy day tomorrow. I have a shipment coming in that will need to be sorted." "So much for my first day with Miss. Norman. If I had known it was going to be such a pain, never would have agreed to stay here. Everything from this room to my work uniform are just too girly and I'm still hungry to boot," he thought getting into bed. Looking up and seeing the canopy groaned and turned over. Despite his day, fell asleep quickly. ## The next morning, he was given a fresh uniform after breakfast. She told him to get dressed and meet her in the shop. Again, she had him vacuum, dust the display cases and then wash the outside windows. Like yesterday, embarrassed about being outside but not as much. Lunch was watercress sandwiches with some carrot sticks and a cup of that sweetened coffee. He hated all of it and seriously considering leaving that afternoon once the shop closed. That afternoon, Miss. Norman had him unloading the boxes of new inventory. Most of the boxes contained dresses, skirts, blouses and shoes from the 1950's and early 1960's. Except for the shoes, all the rest had to be hung on hangers. It was easy work and he didn't mind as it was better than shoving metal racks. He was surprised that he actually liked the feel of chiffon, nylon and satin blouses he had to put on padded hangers. Perry imagined what some of them would look like on his old girlfriend, Sally. Blouses Sally would never think of wearing. They were way to frilly and lacy for a farm girl like her. It wasn't until he opened a box filled with panties and matching camisoles that he took pause. A pair of panties slipped out of the cellophane as he took the packet out of the box. Perry intended to put them back into the packet but stopped as he touched them. They were so sensual to the touch and light as a feather. Perry couldn't help himself as he took the pair of scarlet semi-sheer full cut panties with a black floral lace insert on the front from the box. For some unknown reason, began rubbing them on his cheek. A big smile on his face thinking about how Sally would look in them. Unfortunately for him, Miss. Norman chose that time to enter the storage room. It wasn't until the flash went off on her cell phone that he noticed she was there. His face turned as scarlet as the panties that floated down from his hand to the floor. "Pick your panties up off the floor sissy boy. You'll have to hand wash them later," she said, turned on her heels and went back into the shop. His face burning in shame, bent down and picked the panties up. Having no pockets to put them in, stuck the panties inside the bib of his overalls. As he stood back up, realized he had an erection and shifted it into a more comfortable position. Still blushing he began to unpack the box. "What have I done? Now she's going to think I'm some kind of pervert. How the hell can I even explain why I was doing that? I don't even know myself. Shit!" he thought. As they were getting ready to close for the night, Perry was sweeping behind the counter. He wasn't blushing now and Miss. Norman hadn't said a word about what had happened. That all changed when she came up to him holding the scarlet panties in her hand. "Look what I found on the floor. Aren't these your panties little boy?" she said. "I wonder how they got on the floor?" "Yo...you tol..told me I...I ha...had to wash them...n..and didn't have a pock..pocket to put the..them in," he stammered blushing brightly. "That I did sissy boy; however, I meant for you to leave them out so you could pick them up later. Not stick them in your pants! No! Don't say anything. We'll discuss this after supper. Get back to sweeping. I want to close," she snapped clearly irritated. "Now she's going to kick me out for sure. Oh well, I'm too mortified to stay in any case. I planned on leaving anyway," he thought. Once the shop was closed and they walked back into the house, she handed him a bag. Looking inside saw the panties and the matching camisole. The camisole had two-inches of black floral lace hemming and the bodice stitched in elaborate black floral embroidery. He quickly shut the bag. "Go take your bath and since you seem to like those so much, wear them when you come to supper. Don't you dare to think of arguing with me on this sissy boy! If you don't, I'll make sure that college of yours gets a copy of that picture I took. You know the one with you rubbing them on your face and that bulge in your pants. Now, scat. I'll see you at supper and we'll discuss your future with me," she stated harshly. "No! Please, you can't do that!" he replied scared by her threat. "Are you arguing with me sissy boy? If you are, I'm ready to email that picture to the registrar. Didn't I just tell you to go and take a bath. This time you will get the bubble bath from the closet and add it. I'll know if you don't," she hissed. "No...no I wasn't arguing Miss. Norman. I'll do wha..what you say," he capitulated blushing and headed to his room. "What have I gotten myself into? I don't want to wear that stuff much less take a bubble bath. I don't even know why I did what I did in the first place. I can't let her send that picture to the college either. I'd never be able to show my face there. If she just wants to humiliate me, well, she's already done a damn good job. I'd have no choice but to go back home in shame. Tell my folks I failed; then, I'd be right back where I was under their thumb and no telling what will happen to that picture. I hope she will be satisfied now and delete it," he thought finding the bottle of lavender scented bubble bath. Finished with his bath Perry gingerly picked up the camisole and looked at it. "It's very pretty and sexy but on a girl. Not me," he thought as it slid down like flowing water on his body. He was surprised to feel his penis jerk as the sensuous fabric settled. Stepping into the panties did the same thing as the nylon crotch caressed his ass and groin. "Damn! Why am I getting an erection? These are girls' clothes for crying out loud," his mind screamed. Trying to suppress the weird feelings, quickly put on his cargo pants and pull over shirt. He did feel a little better once he had on his clothing hiding his shame. Miss. Norman was waiting for him when he entered the kitchen. She had changed out of her business suit and had her hair up in a high ponytail. A vivid red satin billowing sleeved blouse with a V-neck exposing some of her ample bosom. A wide black patent leather belt with a gold buckle at her narrow waist and just below the knee black straight skirt. Red hose and black mid-calf patent leather boots with a four-inch stiletto heel completed her dressing. As usual in full makeup with red glossy lipstick that matched her blouse. Perry found her quite imposing and blushed. As he got nearer, could smell her spicy perfume. "Sit!" was all she said picking up two plates. There was a four inch by five-inch filet of salmon, some Kale and green beans on the plates. The usual cup of sweetened coffee already at his place. He was hungry but each swallow was hard. All he could smell was the scent of lavender emanating from his body. His mind too occupied about what she was going to say after they finished. The soft sensual feel of wearing a camisole and panties also helped to take his mind off his food. With the meal finished, he cleared the table and put the dishes in the sink. As he was doing that, Miss. Norman stepped up behind him and put an arm around his waist pressing her breasts into his back. Perry did the only thing he could, he froze. His mind screaming, "What's going on?" "Yum, you smell very nice sissy boy. Are you wearing your pretty cami and panties?" she whispered into his ear as her right hand lowered to cup his groin. Her left hand cupping his left breast. "Oh, yes you are, aren't you? Tell me sissy boy what you are wearing under your pants and shirt," she whispered while beginning to move her hands in a circular motion. Perry was becoming very confused. "What's going on? Is she coming on to me?" his mind questioned even as his penis jerked into full erection. "I asked you to tell me what you are wearing under your clothes? Now tell me," she demanded giving his balls a squeeze making him jump. Realizing his delicate position and as much as he didn't want to admit it answered, "A..a..cam..camisole an...and panties," he managed. This time she pinched his nipple and demanded, "You can do better than that sissy boy. Describe them and sound enthusiastic about it like I know you are." "Describe them like I enjoy wearing this stuff?" he thought but another pinch started him talking. "I'm wearing a red with black lace decoration camisole an..and red panties with black lace on the front," he gasped. "You can do much better than that sissy boy. Tell me how delighted you are to be wearing your pretty camisole and panties. I just know you love them. Your little tinkle down here is telling me the truth. If you don't sound really excited and love what you're wearing, I will have to email that picture to your parents. Oh yes, I got your media contacts while you were in the bath from your laptop. You know you shouldn't be leaving it on when not around," she said giving his balls another hard squeeze. "No, please, don't do that," he gasped truly frightened out of his wits. "Then tell me you love wearing your dainty pretties and that you are a sissy. I know that's what you really are. Despite any protestations, your erection tells me the truth. Now tell me!" she demanded this time beginning to rub his erection. Perry was bewildered by how this much older woman had taken so much control over him so quickly. His mind was reeling and he did have an erection that he couldn't explain. If nothing else it should have wilted with the shame. Instead, as she rubbed it through his pants, throbbed with need. "Tell me sissy boy. I know you can do it. You need to admit what you are. You're certainly no man wearing such delicate women's lingerie. Admit that you just love your new dainties and a sissy boy," she purred into his ear. Perry hadn't masturbated in a while and as she rubbed the silky material over his penis made it erect. The sensations coming from his chest as the slinky fabric rubbed across his nipple was too much. He needed to cum. It would be mortifying if he did but the sensations were overpowering. Sally had once given him a hand job which felt great but nothing like this. He was almost there when she stopped. He was left panting and gasping. Miss. Norman's hands were still on his crotch and touching his chest when he bucked, her hands moved with him leaving no feeling. "Now, now sissy boy. If you want me to continue, tell me who you are and that you love your lingerie," she whispered into his ear. Her hot breath sending more tingling into his brain. "I..I love my silky lingerie an...and I'm a sissy," he gasped. "Oh no Cherry, that didn't sound very sincere. Now tell me how much you love your pretty camisole, panties and are a sissy," she instructed beginning to message his groin. "Please..," he began but she squeezed his testicles again making him flinch. "I love my pretty red panties and camisole. I really, really do. They feel so wonderful and I can't help it. I'm a sissy," he exclaimed defeated. "Better but let me hear you say, 'Miss. Norman, please let me wear pretty feminine panties and camisoles all the time. I just love them as only a real sissy can,'" she instructed running her red varnished nail up his trapped penis. "Miss. Norman, please...please let me wear pretty feminine panties and camisoles all the time. I just love them so much as only a real sissy can," gushed out of his mouth before he could stop them; then, burst into tears. "Why those must be tears of pure joy," she said then whispered, "Now aren't you glad that you admitted who you truly are? Now tell me those are happy tears." "Why is she torturing me like this? I've never felt so humiliated in my life," he thought then said, "I'm a sissy an..and crying tears of joy now that you know." "I'm very pleased my sissy. Now, I think it is time for your reward," she whispered and began stroking him more excitedly. It wasn't long before he had a massive climax. The thin nylon had no means of holding it back and it seeped into his cargo pants creating a large stain. He collapsed and if Miss. Norman hadn't a good hold around his waist, would have slumped to the floor. "What a good sissy you are. See, when you do what I ask you will be rewarded. I'm more than happy to grant your fondest wish. I'll give you plenty of pretty panties and matching camisoles since it makes you so happy. I think it only proper for you to thank me, don't you?" she said with a broad smile. "Ye..yes Miss. Norman. Thank you," he answered as waves of guilt spread over him. Seeing that she had pushed him as much as she could this night, helped him stand. "Why don't you go clean up your little mess and wash out your pretty panties. There is a bottle of Woolite ? under the sink. You'll need them for tomorrow. Good night sissy," she said walking away. Humiliated beyond belief, Perry couldn't wait to get away from this crazy woman. He rushed to the bathroom as he felt cold cum begin dripping down his thigh. Perry shut the door but discovered he couldn't lock it. Giving up, quickly stripped off his sodden pants and the panties. He wanted to toss them both into the trash but knew he couldn't. After cleaning up, washed the panties leaving them on the counter top. Sleep did not come easy for him that night. ## He was awakened the next morning by Miss. Norman. "Come on you lazy sissy. Get up. We have a lot to do today and you need to select all your pretty lingerie," she gruffly said pulling the sheet and comforter off him. Seeing that he was wearing boxes and a tee shirt, her eyes flared in anger. As he started to turn over, she slapped his ass hard. "Sissy what's the matter with you! Wearing those horrid boxers and tee shirt. I know you messed your panties but not your precious camisole. Looks like I'm going to have to get you some proper nighties today as well. Now, get in the bathroom. I have your bubble bath waiting," she practically shouted making him cringe. With his butt stinging Perry got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. Sure enough, there was a pile of multi-colored bubbles filling the tub and the strong smell of lavender. He was reluctant to get in and smelling like flowers but he did. Perry was too scared not to do it. This time the water felt oily as he sat with bubbles floating around his chest. The smell of lavender even stronger than before. His hopes for some peace so he could contemplate his situation didn't last as Miss. Norman entered wearing a white rubber apron. He watched in shock as she went over to the linen closet. There she removed some pink lady's razors and the can of feminine shaving cream. Putting the items down on the edge of the tub said, "Time to get rid of the rest of that ugly body hair. Keep quite while I shave your chest and legs or I just might accidently cut you. I'm sure you hate it but just didn't know how to get rid of it properly. Every sissy I have met kept their bodies hair free. Well, I'm going to show you and expect you to keep doing it." "No, please Miss. Norman. Haven't you done enough to me already? Look, I just want to go home. Back to Kansas and promise not to say anything to anybody. Please just let me go," he begged as tears filled his eyes. "What? Let you go when you just came out as being a sissy. Oh no, can't do that. You have so much to learn and it's obvious you still refuse to recognize who you really are. Oh no, you need me to teach you what you need to know. I would fail in my civic duties if I refused or stopped helping you. I know you feel desperate and after you messed your panties...well you really need my help. I promise when you leave here, you will be a proper sissy and enjoy it," she replied raising his left leg and squirting shaving cream on it. To Be Continued Author's Note: Happy Holidays to all my fans who have enjoyed my stories. I was going to post this to a pay site but felt I needed to give all who have supported me this year a present. Thank you so much for reading and purchasing my stories.