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Periwinkle Pink Part 2 By Cheryl Lynn This is a force feminization fiction story. Part 1 should be read first for this to make sense. Any similarity to real life is purely accidental. It is not for the sweet/sentimental reader. All standard disclaimers apply and may be downloaded for personal use only. Any other use by author's permission. Comments are most welcome at [email protected]. Periwinkle Pink Part 2 As Perry stepped out of the bathroom, he was blushing as pink as the towel he wore around his waist. Miss. Norman hadn't stopped with just shaving his legs and chest but his butt and groin as well. He did protest but all she did was mention a few of his media friends and silenced further complaint. She had treated him like a little kid and now without any pubic hair felt like one. Not only that but he now smelled like a girl. His bath had a strong lavender scent as did the body lotion he had to use as well as the feminine deodorant. He let out a groan as he saw what was laid out on his bed for him to wear. The scarlet panties with the black lace insert, the matching camisole, the periwinkle overalls and a white translucent nylon cap sleeved shirt. There was no mistaking this shirt to be anything other than a girl's blouse. For a few minutes he just stood there, holding back tears. "This has gone far enough. I'm a man not some silly sissy like she thinks. I should put on my clothes, pack my bags and get out of here but she has that picture and one of me with that big stain on my pants. She said she would post them on the internet, if I don't do what she says. If my parents or friends see those, I won't be able to go home again. Man, I should have gone to State like they wanted. I'm so screwed," he sadly thought picking up the panties. Miss. Norman was waiting for him in the kitchen. She had changed out of the pink sweats she had worn while embarrassing the hell out of him in the bath. Her hair was in a big puffed out pageboy and in full makeup. She was wearing a pink paisley print below the knee A-line dress with short puffed sleeves. The full skirt was flared out by white net petty coats and her legs clad in black seamed hose. A pair of strappy pink sandals that matched the dress on her feet. They had four-inch spiked heels making her much taller than Perry. Miss. Norman might have looked grandmotherly but her demeanor and disposition, intimidated the hell out of Perry. "You took your sweet time sissy. Sit down and I'll give you your breakfast," she briskly stated. "Plea...please Miss. Norman, don't keep calling me that," he replied blushing. "Don't call you what sissy?" she responded. "That," he answered blushing harder. "You'll have to be more specific sissy," she snapped. "Sissy, plea...please stop calling me a..a sissy," he said barely above a whisper. "That's what you admitted you were last night isn't it? You're wearing panties and pretty camisole under your uniform, aren't you? Do you know any young man who does that?" she questioned bringing him his breakfast. All Perry could do was stare down at his plate. He blushed even brighter as she spoke. "I'm not a sissy," he said barely above a whisper. "Did you just say you weren't a sissy? Well, perhaps if I sent your parents those pictures, what do you think they will call you?" she snapped loudly. Hearing that, Perry's eyes got as big as saucers, the blush turning ashen white. His whole body shaking as he imagined how his parents would react. For several moments he couldn't even speak. "No, no you can...can't do...do that. Please, I...I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want...I...I promise. Jus...just don't do that," he managed in a panic. "Then tell me that you are a sissy and love wearing feminine lingerie. You had better sound sincere otherwise I'll have to send those pictures to get your parent's opinion," she stated with a broad smile. "I'm a sissy and can't thank you enough for letting me wear pretty panties and camisoles. I...I just love how they...they make me feel Miss. Norman," he spat out quickly. "I can't believe I just said that but I had too. I don't even want to think how my folks would react seeing those," he thought. "Very well sissy, eat your breakfast; then, we'll go pick out some pretty lingerie for you," she replied sitting at her place and beginning to eat. ## Perry's blush was back in full force as he stood beside the stacks of panties and camisoles he had unpacked yesterday. Miss. Norman told him he wore a size 6 panty and medium camisole and to select a dozen matching sets. "The one thing common among women is that they always make sure that their lingerie matches. Now that I have measured you, you know what sizes and how many you need to find. I know you will take your time to select only the most feminine and lace frilled ones you can. All sissies just love to fondle fine lingerie just make sure you don't pick out more than two sets in white. Sissies just love all the different pretty colors. You still have to do the pre-opening cleaning so don't take too long. While you're doing that, I'll find you some dainty nighties and pretty bras. After you put all your lingerie in your room, I'll show you how to remove the panty/camisole sets from the packets and properly hang them for display," she instructed. "Nighties? Bras? Did I hear her right? I don't want to wear a nightie much less a bra," he thought looking up in surprise. "That's right sissy. I did say you needed some appropriate sleepwear and the bras because you defied me this morning. Besides, all sissies would just love to have a pair of girls all their own. Now, get busy," she stated glaring at him. Daring Perry to argue with her. Biting his tongue to keep from saying what he wanted, replied, "Yes. Miss. Norman." After selecting his panties and camisoles, most in bright primary colors and glistening pastels, Miss. Norman approached him carrying a number of items in her arms. She deposited the pile on a counter top and examined his selections nodding in approval. "Very pretty lingerie just perfect for a sissy. Now, stand up straight and let me see how this nightie looks," she said smiling and picking up a periwinkle pink double layered baby doll. It had puff chiffon sleeves with eyelet lace hemming, slightly rounded neckline and billowing skirts just reaching below his groin. The top layer was in a cr?me chiffon, the underskirt a shimmering periwinkle pink nylon. The matching panties were full cut with white ruffled lace hemming the leg openings. Putting down the nightie picked up a scarlet satin bullet bra. The band had a floral lace overlay and the cone shaped cups glistened in the light. There was a small scarlet satin ribbon fastened between the cups. "Alright sissy, time to put on your very first bra. Now strip to the waist so I can see if this is the right fit," she demanded. Shanking, wishing that the ground would open up and swallow him, Perry lowered the top of his overalls and removed the blouse. He felt a chill run up his spine as Miss. Norman slid the thin satin straps up his arms. As she fastened it behind him, felt his masculinity fade away. "I can't believe this. I'm a man but all I'm wearing now is women's clothing. Why is she doing this to me? I'm not a sissy no matter what she says," his mind screamed. With the bra fastened, she checked the fit running a finger under the band; then, adjusted the slides on the shoulder straps. Stepping back, she was all smiles. "Stay right where you are. I need to get something," she said leaving him standing there blushing furiously. When she came back, stuffed two pink satin covered foam pads into the bra cups. "There that will do for the time being. Sissy, I don't want to see you hunched over any more. It's back straight or I'll find something to keep it that way. As a sissy you should be proud to show off your girls. Now put your lingerie into some bags and we'll go to your room and put them away," she said with a giggle. In his room she removed all his boy underwear, showed him how to neatly fold his delicates and put them into the empty drawers. Putting his old underwear into the empty bags, left the room while he finished putting things into the drawers. "I'll just toss this into the garbage bin. You won't be needing them anymore sissy," she said. By the time the store opened, Perry was still wearing a scarlet satin bullet bra under his blouse. That was humiliating but having her put pink satin pads into the cups was mortifying. Now his chest stuck out crisply and no way to hide the hideous mounds. Miss. Norman had to threaten Perry to get him outside to clean the windows. The only thing he was remotely pleased about was that the rubber apron hid to some degree his chest. After another meager lunch was happy to be in the storage room hanging lingerie on their hangers. The last place he wanted to be now was in the shopping area. Thankfully there was enough clothing to hang to keep him there until closing time. Still he had to face sweeping up and rearranging the clothing on the racks before he could escape to the seclusion of the house. Back in the bathroom Perry was taking another lavender scented bubble bath. This time she had him add a cap full of lavender oil that would help keep his skin soft. In his room was dismayed to see a set of periwinkle pink full cut panties, a matching bullet bra and camisole on his bed. It was obvious that she intended for him to always be in lingerie. Perry had trouble fastening the four hook and eye closure on the bra strap. He just couldn't get his hands in position to do so. With no choice had to ask Miss. Norman for help. At the last moment he realized he was only wearing the semi-sheer panties. Stepping one leg into his jeans, she walked in without knocking. "No need for putting on pants sissy. You have nothing to hide from me. Even that silly bump in your panties. It's not that big anyway but big enough to tell me you just love wearing panties. So, why did you call for me?" she said with a haughty look that intimidated him. "I...I'm having trouble putting this thing on," he replied holding up the bra. "That is not a thing sissy! Call it by its proper name and who it belongs to," she snapped harshly. "It...it's a bra...my...my bra," he stammered blushing fiercely. "This is so embarrassing having to call it my bra. Why is she being so mean to me?" he thought. "Very good. You're learning sissy. Pull it back up your arms and I'll position your hands so you can hook your bra properly," she almost sneered. By the time he got it hooked Perry though his arms would fall off. He let out a sigh of relief when he got it hooked. His relief was short lived as she had him undo it; then, re-hook it. Miss. Norman made him practice until she was satisfied that he wouldn't need any help in the future. "Don't forget the pads sissy," she said. "Suppers ready, hurry up," she added stepping out of the room. It didn't take him long to finish dressing but put on a long-sleeved flannel shirt instead of the tee he had planned on wearing. Even with the shirt untucked, he thought the bulges on his chest too prominent. "I've got to talk her into stopping this before it goes any further. I'm not a sissy like she claims. It's essential that I get her to delete those damning pictures too," he thought heading to the kitchen. Sitting on his dinner plate was a large square of white stuff and salad. The salad covered most of his plate. It was a mixture of dried diced apricots, slivered carrots, alfalfa sprouts and kale with sesame seeds sprinkled on. The dressing was a mixture of sesame seed oil and wine vinegar. Later he found out that white stuff was tofu. Unknown to him, they all had high levels of natural estrogen. He looked from the food to Miss. Norman, a question on his lips when she said, "This is what I normally eat at least four times a week. It is very healthy and keeps my weight down since I seem to overdo eating regular meals. After we finish eating, we'll talk some more. Sit up straight and no slouching." Sitting up straight bothered him, doing so brought those hideous mounds clearly within his view. "How do women put up with these things? When I look down, I can barely see my toes when I'm standing. Now they're right in front of me and getting in the way," he thought grimacing. Perry was about half-way through his supper when Miss. Norman hit his hand with her spoon. "Back straight sissy!" she barked. "Yes Miss. Norman. Sorry Miss. Norman," he replied sitting up. "That hurt," he thought. The meal finished, Perry was once again at the sink rinsing the dishes when Miss. Norman placed an arm around his waist. The other arm under his left, cupping the bra cup. He felt her breasts pressing into his back and her hips against his bottom. In moments he felt her hand begin messaging his penis. The feeling coming from his panties had kept it in a semi-hard state of arousal. Now it was quickly becoming very erect. He knew what was coming and dreaded it. "Tell me what you're wearing sissy boy and how much you just love them," she whispered into his ear. Her hot breath and smell of her perfume only making his penis harder. "Oh, no, not again," he thought trying to wiggle away with no success. "Please stop Miss. Norman, please, I can't do this," he begged tears beginning to brim. "Just tell me the truth and I'll stop if you really want me to. Tell me that you are a sissy and how much you love your pretty lingerie," she whispered. "I'm a sissy an...and I love my lingerie," he blurted in an attempt to stop her. "Oh, that's not good enough my little sissy. Tell me what you're wearing under those ugly boy's clothes. Do it enthusiastically so I know you really love what I have given you," she whispered squeezing his testicles making him winch. "I...I'm wear...wearing panties with lace inserts at the hips, a camisole an...and a...bra," he reluctantly mumbled. "Sissy you have so much to learn. Now whose are those and describe them better," this time hissing while squeezing a bit harder. "They're mine. I...I'm wearing pink...," he began when she whispered, "Periwinkle pink sissy." "Yes, I'm wearing...wearing my periwinkle pink panties with white lace inserts at the hips, m...my matching bullet bra an...camisole with white lace on the top and bottom," he managed as she renewed massaging his erection through his jeans. "The top is called a bodice sissy and the bottom a hem," she instructed. Now, tell me again what you are wearing, do it happily, and admit what you are," she demanded. "Oh, not again, this is so demeaning and humiliating," he thought but replied, "I'm wearing my periwinkle pink panties with white lace inserts at the hips, my lovely matching satin bullet bra and my pretty camisole with white lace on the bodice and hem. I love the feelings I get wearing such pretty lingerie. I can't help it, I'm a big sissy." "That was much better sissy. I can tell you really do love them and your little tinkle is as hard as a rock. I think you deserve a reward for being so honest about how you feel wearing pretty lingerie and admitting you're a sissy," she purred as she brought him to another orgasm. Perry's orgasm was just as euphoric as last nights but didn't stain his jeans as much. Still there was a very noticeable wet stain on the crotch. When he recovered tears of shame were running down his cheeks. "Tears of happiness I'm sure sissy. All sissies love to cum in their pretty panties. Dry those tears and let me help you get ready for bed," she said taking him by the arm. "What's the matter with me? I shouldn't have cum like that. I should be with some pretty girl like Sally giving me a hand job. Not some old lady while dressed in lingerie. Could I really be a sissy?" he thought sniffling. Back in his room, he stood still sniffling as Miss. Norman unbuttoned his shirt then his jeans. When his jeans slipped to his knees tried to back up but stopped as she grabbed his hand. "Stand still while I help you undress sissy," she snapped making him freeze. She moved in closer to him staring with cold eyes deeply into his. He felt her finger nail running up his wet panties, tracing his semi-hard penis. "My, my it is so obvious you love your panties. You really are a great big sissy if your tinkle is this hard after just messing your panties," she commented, lifted her wet finger up to his lips. Perry tried to rear his head back uttering, "Pleeeaasssseee no." "Go on sissy. I know you want too. All sissies love the taste of cum. Now, before I decide to upload some pictures and comments on your laptop. Suck it clean like the good sissy you're becoming," she snarled forcing her finger into his mouth. He was on the verge of vomiting when the finger popped out of his mouth. Seeing the look on his face, whispered into his ear, "Don't your dare get sick on me sissy. If you do, I'll be very upset with you." Perry gulped loudly, forcing the bile back down his throat. She proceeded to remove his wet panties and placed them on the bed. "Your first time tasting cum sissy?" she asked giving him that cold stare. "Ye...yes," he softly admitted. "I have a way that should help you become a better sissy and learn to like all the other sissies do. Go clean yourself up, put your camisole in the hamper then get back here so I can get you dressed for bed," she stated with a sly smile. Wearing only the bra Perry reentered his bedroom fearing what she had planned next. He was hoping she would have him remove the horrid bra and give him the baby doll to wear. She did give him the nightie and matching panties but made him leave the bra on. "Sissies love their bras and only take them off when they bathe. Get under the covers and I'll tuck you in," she said. It was only nine o'clock and Perry wasn't about to complain. The quicker he got into bed the quicker this disastrous day would be over. He watched as she picked up his soiled panties and folded them so the wet part was visible. "This will help you learn to just love the taste of sperm," she said pinching his nose and shoving the panties into his mouth. She quickly placed a hand over his mouth. "Now sissy don't you dare spit your pretty panties out. I'm going to sit here and read from my favorite romance novel. You will keep those panties in your mouth until I'm satisfied they are squeaky clean. If not, you know the consequences," she stated sitting down with book in hand. Almost an hour later, she stood putting the book down. "Open up sissy. Let me see what a good job you did cleaning your pretty panties," she said smiling broadly. They were soaked with his saliva as she held them up. "Very good sissy. I'll just put these in the bathroom so you can properly clean them in the morning. Pleasant dreams sissy," she said leaving the room and turning out the light. The taste of worn and cum stained panties wasn't that bad, what made it totally disgusting was knowing what was on them. He was just thankful most of his earlier discharge saturated his jeans. Sleep was very fretful that night. ## When the alarm went off the next morning, Perry slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was a tightness around his chest. With that awareness, his eyes flew open and he sat up as he remembered. "It wasn't a bad nightmare. I'm really wearing a bra and nightgown," he thought bringing his hands to cover his face. "How did I let things go this far? I should have walked out of here as soon as she gave me that stupid uniform. Now I'm stuck or Miss. Norman will let my parents and all my friends know of my shame." As bubble bath began filling the tub, Perry examined his naked body in the full-length mirror. There was no mistaking the red indentations on his chest for anything but a bra's outline. Adding to his shame was the total lack of body hair. Shaking his head and not wanting to face this new day, he stepped into the heavily scented lavender bath. When he walked into his room Miss. Norman was waiting. "Sissy, pull that towel up around your chest. Sissies always keep their chests covered. It's only proper. I laid out your sunflower yellow lingerie for today and a clean uniform. Hurry up and get dressed," she said moving to the side folding her arms under her ample bosom. Perry quickly slid the full cut yellow panties up his legs and settled them just below his navel. Dropping the towel, reluctantly picked up the matching bra. Sliding it up his slender arms the easy part. Hooking the four clasps was a bit difficult but he managed without too much effort. Using his thumbs and two fingers grasped the ends of the band, pulled them out slightly and starting with the bottom hook and eye worked his way up. As he did that Miss. Norman smiled broadly. "Sissy you're a natural at that. In no time at all you won't even have to think about it. I'll get breakfast while you finish up," she said and walked out the room. The white shell blouse had yellow eyelet lace adorning the collar and semi-sheer. He picked it up and put it on with a sigh. While the bib overalls would hide the front, the bra band and straps were visible at the Y-back. Stepping into his sneakers, went to the kitchen. "I only agreed to take this job for the summer. I've got a good two months plus left. I can't wait for school to start and get away from Miss. Norman," he thought sitting at the table. Next to his plate of cottage cheese and half peach was a saucer with a large purple and small pink pill. When he looked questionably at Miss. Norman, she told him that they were vitamin supplements. Now that they were on her four-day vegan diet, they were needed. There was no since arguing, so he popped them into his mouth. Lunch was totally unsatisfying for Perry, tofu lentil soup with four saltine crackers. After he returned from putting the dirty dishes into the washer, Miss. Norman called him over to the shoe section. "Sissy I'm tired of seeing you in those horrible sneakers. Come over here and I will find you something more suitable," she said handing him a pair of white nylon knee highs. With the socks on, she measured his foot and brought over a shoe box. Inside was a pair of pink (periwinkle pink) patent leather Mary Jane's with a bow on the round toe and three- inch block heel. Just below the ankle there was a narrow leather strap fastening into a small gold buckle. That little buckle gave him fits. That little tine kept moving out of the way when he tried to shove it into the small hole. Miss. Norman giggled and told him he would get better with time. When he stood, felt like he was going to do a face plant but quickly adjusted his center of gravity. After walking for a while, felt more comfortable but hated this addition to his growing sissy wardrobe. He spent the rest of the day in the store room reading 1950's fashion magazines. As he read took notes as Miss. Norman said she would test him after supper. When he was taking his afternoon bubble bath, Perry was anxious. He knew what was coming and dreaded it but had no way to stop it. He thought about claiming to be sick and just go to bed but that was too lame. She'd never go for it. Reluctantly, he got out of the tub and remembered at the last minute to wrap the towel around his chest. He put his lingerie on, a flannel shirt and his last pair of clean pants. Stepping into the last pair of shoes he had, black loafers headed to the kitchen. Miss. Norman had tossed his beloved sneakers into the trash. The meal sitting at his place was the same except the salad had crushed peanuts. Beside the plate was another saucer with the pills on it. After supper, Perry answered most of her questions correctly then sent to take care of the dishes. The moment he had been dreading arrived as Miss. Norman clasped him around the waist. "Nooooo, please, not tonight," he begged. As her hand touched his crotch, it twitched noticeably. "I think my little sissy protests too much. Your little tinkle is telling me a different story," she whispered into his ear making him do a little hop. Her hot breath into his ear and nip on the lobe sent tingles running up and down his spine. He let out a moan as her nails ran up the length of his semi-hard penis. It didn't take him long to reach full erection. "I see my little sissy is all excited down there. Tell me what you're wearing under those ugly clothes and what you are. Remember to describe your pretty lingerie in detail," she whispered stopping her hand leaving it cupping his crotch. "I still can't believe I'm excited by what she is doing. I hate it. It should be wilted like old lettuce from my embarrassment. Better just do what she wants and get this over with," he thought. "I'm wearing sunflower yellow nylon panties with white lace trimming the waist band and leg openings. A matching satin bullet bra and camisole with a floral embroidered bodice and two-inches of lace at the hem. I just love them and they feel so good next to my body. I can't help that I'm a big sissy," he blurted. "Very good sissy. It's always good for you to admit what you are. I'm still not convinced that you are sincere in your admission. Now repeat that you 'love being a sissy' until I tell you to stop," she whispered. Perry let out a groan but began saying over and over, "I love being a sissy." As he was saying that she continued to rub his erection but this time she unzipped his fly. She was now messaging his swollen gland with two fingers up and down the panty covered shaft. Miss. Norman was also pinching his nipple through the slinky nylon camisole. Her actions were having the desired results and he soon erupted. His juices flowing easily thru the thin fabric and into her palm. "Turn around sissy. It's time for your reward. Don't hesitate sissy. All sissies love the taste of cum. If you hesitate or don't look very happy getting your reward, I will have to go on the internet," she said in her other hand was her cell phone. Turning around saw the pool of liquid in her palm and wanted to vomit. Closing his eyes bent his head forward, sticking out his tongue. "This is worse than last night but I have to do like she says or else," he thought. "Eyes wide open and a big smile sissy," she commanded. As soon as his tongue hit the warm gooey mess the cell phone flashed not once but several times. More pictures to add to his wall of shame. Once her palm was clean, she looked at him harshly. "Don't you think you should thank me very nicely for giving you your reward?" she angerly said. "I'm sorry Miss. Norton. I can...can't thank you enough for giving me such a...a wonderful reward," he answered blushing brightly. "Better but you can do better next time without me having to ask. Also, I think you should tell me what your reward is next time. You know, your sissy cream," she bluntly replied. Perry was greatly relieved when she told him to go put on his nightie and get some sleep. He still had to wear his bra and camisole under the nylon and chiffon of the nightie. He was completely exhausted and sleep came swiftly. ## Going back into his room after doing his morning obligations, saw that Miss. Norman had laid out his lingerie and a clean uniform. Like yesterday the blouse was sheer but in a rich purple chiffon and a fluffy lace jabot tie. His lingerie matched the blouse. There was also a clean pair of white nylon knee highs. Dressed he stepped into those horrible Mary Janes and went into the kitchen for breakfast. The same boring breakfast he had eaten over the past several days and on a saucer the two pills. "Good morning sissy. Hurry up and eat as we have a lot to do today. After lunch I want you to begin learning all you possible can about the 1950's woman. You're working in a woman's vintage clothing store and must know what we are selling. It's also important to know something about the mind set of our customers. So, here, take your laptop. I've added a number of web sites for you to study. Later I will be testing you," she informed him. Perry was more than happy to get his laptop back. She had taken it that evening when she discovered it was still turned on. From that Miss. Norman had enough personal information to literally destroy him. That information had made him do whatever she demanded. He was looking forward to see if he could do any damage control that afternoon. When he finally got into the storeroom with his laptop, Perry was thinking that maybe if he deleted all contacts, she couldn't blackmail him anymore. When he opened it, was surprised to see that his screensaver had been photoshopped. It had been a picture of his parents waving good bye to him. Now it was still their picture but instead of a hand wave, they wagged their fingers at him. Underneath, flashing in pink letters were the words, "Sissy, Sissy." He immediately went to his settings planning on deleting it but was blocked. He tried to do the same with his contacts list and again failed. Giving up decided to see what other damage she had done. He opened his pictures file. There was only a half dozen. All of them of him and all taken within the week by Miss. Norman. He glanced at the first one which was of him on his first day in the shop. Under it was typed, "This uniform is just so cute." Perry didn't bother to look at the others and closed the folder. Looking at his screen noticed a number of folders. Each one was tagged "1950's" along with "fashion," "makeup," "hairstyles," "housewives," and "women." Tears of frustration flowed down his cheeks as he opened the "fashion" folder. "I'm so totally screwed," he thought as he began looking at its contents. Later as he was rinsing the supper dishes, Miss. Norman brought him to a climax like last night. Only this time she coaxed him into saying, "Thank you Miss. Norman for letting me drink my sissy cream, I do love it so." This routine continued for two weeks. With each passing day, Perry began to believe that he must be a sissy. He was an eighteen-year old country bumkin unlearned in the ways of the world, his mind manipulated by a willful dominating woman of the world. He was helpless. ## At the beginning of the third week Perry's life took a more humiliating turn. Mrs. Norman entered the bathroom while he was taking a bath and went to the linen closet. She removed the box of tampons and left without saying a word. Perry didn't think much about it as she had entered unannounced on numerous occasions. It wasn't until she returned with that ear to ear grin he hated. It was the same grin she had when performing his nightly humiliations. "So my little sissy, you've been into my tampons," she said holding up the pink tube and wrapper from the box. "Well, I've decided since you're so curious to further educate you on proper sissy behavior. Get out of the bath and dry off." "What's she going to do now? I forgot all about that," he thought getting out of the tub. As he was drying off, Miss. Norman went back to the linen closet and removed a pink bulb feminine syringe. Bending over the tub, put the syringe under the receding bath water and squeezed. Removing it and standing up gave the filled syringe to a confused Perry. With the towel fastened around his chest asked, "Wha...what's this..this for?" "Why sissy, it's your douche kit. All sissies want to be as clean on the inside as the outside. When you finish your bath every morning and evening, you will use your douche kit to clean your insides. I shouldn't have to tell you what will happen if you don't. Now, sit on the toilet, insert the white nozzle into your boy pussy and slowly squeeze the pink bag. While you do that make sure you push the nozzle all the way in and slowly pull it back but not all the way out. You do that until all the water is out; then, leave the nozzle all the way in until you count to sixty. While you count, rotate the syringe in a circular motion; then, remove it. Go ahead, get started," she instructed. "She wants me to give myself an enema twice a day? Why? Doesn't matter. I know what she will do if I don't," he thought with a grimace as he inserted the hard-plastic nozzle. Blushing after finishing that odorous task, she handed him the pink plastic tube. For reasons he couldn't explain had an erection. Not a full blown hard on but an erection nevertheless. "It's obvious sissy you really enjoyed that but all sissies just love having something filling their boy pussies. Here, you want to make sure you stay clean so you will use this," she said handing him the tampon. From watching commercials Perry knew what it was and used for. "Miss. Norman, I...I'm a guy and...," he began but stopped. "Let's get this straight once and for all. You are a sissy! Sissies just love having to pretend to have a period. They just love having something stuck up their boy pussies. Now, get on with it," she shouted. Perry left the bathroom more humiliated than ever. The white silken thread dangling out of his bottom. A hand full of tampons in his hand. He would have to change out his tampon every four hours. As he went to do the dishes that evening, Miss. Norman surprised him once again. He watched her peal a plantain which is much harder than a banana and usually eaten after cooking. She walked behind him and placed it on the counter top along with a condom. Reaching around his waist and under his shoulder began rubbing. Once he was hard as a rock and recited his sissy mantra, covered his penis with the condom. She quickly brought him to a climax and carefully removed the condom. He watched horrified as she slid it up the plantain and snipped off the tip. "Alright sissy, time for your reward. Open up. While you suck your sissy cream, move it back and forth slowly into your mouth. Try to get it as far in as you can. Eventually you'll be able to take most of it in. Just pretend it's a real man's cock. All sissies love to suck a real man's cock," she instructed. "Wha...What? I'm not that way," he said startled. "You just admitted again that you are a big sissy. Big sissies love sucking cock. Now do it!" she snapped. When he finished twenty agonizing minutes later, he wasn't blushing. His face was ashen. Having then to thank Miss. Norman for allowing him to suck a cock mortifying. Worse was the thought that he would be doing this every night until he could get all of it into his mouth. When he went to bed that night, hoped that there was nothing else she could do to destroy his life. To be Continued Happy New Year to one and all.