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Periwinkle Pink Part 3 By Cheryl Lynn This is a female domination fiction story and any relationship to real life accidental. May be downloaded for personal use only and any other use by author's permission. All standard disclaimers apply and not for the sweet/sentimental reader. Constructive comments are appreciated at [email protected]. Periwinkle Pink Part 3 Perry finished the very humbling and humiliating task of performing a douche and inserted a tampon. Still blushing went back to his room to get ready for another shameful day. From his bureau removed a pair of purple full cut semi-sheer nylon panties with a small floral print, a purple satin bullet bra and a matching lace frilled camisole. A purple sheer cap sleeved chiffon blouse and his periwinkle pink overall uniform completed his outerwear. Putting on the sheer white nylon knee highs and donning the pink Mary Janes, he went to breakfast. Perry hadn't a haircut in months and now it hung to his shoulders. It kept getting into eyes and wanted to get it cut. When he mentioned it to Miss. Norman, she agreed he was indeed needing one. "Sissy, I'll make arrangements for this afternoon after we close shop. I've added another file in your laptop last night. After you finish your morning chores, study it. I'll test you later," she said giving him that broad grin he hated. "I think I just screwed myself. Whenever she gets that grin on her face it always gets me humiliated at some point," he thought. As he was putting the dishes into the washer, felt nauseous. "I feel like puking again. Seems like every morning lately I either wake up like that or just after I've eaten. I hope I'm not coming down with something," he thought. After being outside washing the storefront windows for over a month, it didn't bother him so much. Even customers walking into the shop rarely glanced at him as he cleaned. When he finished, went into the store room and opened his laptop. Sure enough, there was a new folder titled, "1950's Women's Lingerie." "So far I've learned a lot about fashions and what society required of women in relation to men and other women but now this. Like I already know more about lingerie than I want to," he thought opening the folder. As he began reading learned that Christian Dior was responsible for the fashion trend of the 1950's and early sixties. It was Dior who set the standard creating the "hour glass" figure. A standard most normal women couldn't meet. It required women to have rounded hips, prominent breasts and ultra-cinched waists to be acceptable to society. With the innovation of circular stitching the bullet bra was born to give women those prominent breasts. Corsets, high waisted long-line girdles, panty girdles and waist cinchers created the other figure enhancements and required support garments of the era. The article he was reading had many pictures of the various styles of all these support items. There were even a few depicting feminine hygiene elastic belts. Those belts ranged from plain white elastic bands with hooks to elaborate embroidered or lace frilled V-front plastic backed ones. Perry had no idea of what those particular items could be used for. That evening with the shop closed, Miss. Norman told Perry to take a quick bath and meet her in the kitchen. "Sissy, take a quick bath, douche and meet me in the kitchen. I managed to get you an appointment to get that haircut you asked for in forty-five minutes," she said as they entered the house. When he came into the kitchen with time to spare, she gave him a hard stare and sent him back to his room. "Sissy, get back to your room and put on your bra and make damn sure the pads are in. You should know better by now or must I send off some emails?" she demanded clearly irritated. "She's taking me outside and it's bad enough to be wearing panties and camisole. Now if I don't wear my bra with the pads, she's threatening me again. This is going to be humiliating but at least no one knows me around here," he thought. Coming back blushing and head down there was no mistaking the crisp pointed chest with his shirttails untucked. Tucked they were even more noticeable. "Sissies love wearing their bras all the time. You should know that by now. With that long hair and sapphire blue eyes, people just might think you're a tomboy girl. Let's go or we'll be late," she said tucking his shirt emphasizing his chest all the more. It wasn't long before they pulled into Betty's Cut and Curl Salon. "This is the beauty parlor I refer many of my customers too. They still do retro hairstyles and quite good at it. If you have to talk, remember to use that softer higher tone I'm teaching you. Behave, keep smiling and let them do their job without any complaint and I won't tell them you're a sissy," she stated as they got out of the car. "I hate where this is probably going but she's right. I don't want anyone knowing I'm a guy wearing a bra and these pink shoes," he thought reluctantly following her into the salon. As Miss. Norman paid the bill, saw the look on the receptionist face. Glancing at Perry saw a few tears flowing down his cheeks. "Oh, those of tears of pure joy dear. She absolutely loves what Miss. Betty has done," she said handing over her credit card. Miss. Betty had left his bangs long, only trimming off the split ends. Then put them in rollers and setting gel to create a horizontal hotdog bun like bangs. The rest of his hair had been back combed and teased into a big bouffant flipped up pageboy style. His mousey hair had also been dyed raven black. While Miss. Betty worked another woman gave him a manicure and pedicure. His finger nails had half inch acrylic extensions and lacquered a bright scarlet red. She had also painted his toe nails to match. In a small bag clinched in his hand was a bottle of that polish, several hairnets and a can of stiff-hold hairspray. "Why did you have her do this to me? I can't let anybody see me like this," he wailed as they got into the car. "That look is perfect for a great big sissy like you. Besides, you're working in my vintage boutique and will fit in better," she answered. That evening after she made him go through his sissy mantra and messaged his sensitive areas, Perry managed to get over half of the condom covered plantain down his throat. Later, Miss. Norman gave him some bristle rollers and showed him how to put his hair up for the night. A pink hairnet holding everything in place went to bed. ## The next morning when he came out of the bathroom was surprised to see a periwinkle pink rayon below the knee A-line dress with short puffed sleeves. It had a short "V" neckline with white lapel collar and white above the elbow cuffs. A white plastic name tag was pinned over the left breast. It read, "Cherry." There were also four white net starched petticoats with nylon yokes on the bed. There were also additional pieces of lingerie besides his sheer pink nylon panties, satin bullet bra and camisole. A pink satin boned waist cincher with six garters ending in pink satin bows on the metal tabs and pair of suntan sheer nylons with back seam. Miss. Norman was standing off to the side with that evil grin. "Wha...what? I'm not wearing a dress? Whe...where is my uniform?" was all he could manage to say. His mind reeling at the prospect. "You raised such a fuss yesterday about not wanting to be seen, I decided to help you out. Most sissies like to play dress up and you told me again last night you were a 'great big' sissy. I'm just helping you to be the best sissy you can be. Now get dressed and no more arguments. I think you would be passable with just a bit of makeup too," she stated. "She's taking this way further than I ever thought. Now she wants me to wear dresses. I should stand up to her right now and get out of here. If I do; then, she'll send all those photos and recordings she made of me saying how much I love being a sissy to my folks and friends. I could never face them if she does that. I only have to put up with this until school starts and don't have a choice right now," he thought picking up the panties. Once he was dressed, she had him sit at the vanity and showed him how to fix his hair. As the heavy scent of hairspray floated away, gave him a tube of scarlet lipstick. "Sissy, put this on. It will help make you look like a girl. I'm not going to force you. A lot of sissies' love wearing makeup but the choice is yours," she said. "Lipstick? Only girls wear this. Guess she has a point though. If I do it maybe people will think I'm an ugly girl wearing these clothes," he thought pressing the lipstick to his lower lip. Later as he was going outside to wash the store front window, Miss. Norman stopped him, holding a large square of bright pink satin. He watched as she folded it into a triangle and placed it over his head. Tying it off in a bow under his chin said, "Sissy, this scarf will protect your pretty hair from the wind. Whenever you go outside, you need to wear a scarf." Perry felt like a total fool standing outside washing the windows. Dressed as he was and wearing a scarf, brought back the embarrassment he felt that very first time. Only this time, as the breeze whipped at his skirt and petticoats chipped away the remaining bit of male ego he had. Back in the store, she exchanged his Mary Jane block heels for pink patent leather open toed pumps. Instead of a block heel, these had three-inch spike heels. For the next hour before the store opened, Miss. Norman had him walking heel and toe. She also taught him some basic skirt management moves like how to stoop and controlling his petticoats when he sat. Instead of spending time in the store room, she kept him busy restocking or rearranging items in the store. When there were no customers, continued with his mannerism's lessons, like how to hold his arms and hands. As he was working at the jewelry counter, Miss. Norman walked up. "I can't believe I forgot to give you some accessories sissy. All sissies just love wearing jewelry," she said removing a pair of three inch by half inch-wide red plastic screw on earrings. When customers came in Perry was introduced as "This is my new employee, Cherry." He wasn't sure how much he liked the name change. He was happy that she didn't call him sissy in front of the customers though. Later that night as Miss. Norman was putting Perry through his nightly sissy mantra, she noticed it took much longer to get him to climax. She also noted with pleasure that his discharge wasn't nearly as much and clearer in color. ## Over the course of July, it wasn't just Perry's mind that was changing. Thanks to the heavy doses of female hormones, testosterone blockers and diet, his body was slowly adapting. At first it had been some morning nausea, that was at least mostly gone. What was bothering him now was his crazy mood swings. One moment he was his normal self and the next crying over nothing. At times he would have a temper tantrum which only brought on more tears. By the end of July, he had bumps under his swollen nipples and they itched. Not knowing any better, figured that had to be due to wearing a bra with those pads all the time. Worse though was his overall body. He had always been on the slender side but now down to one hundred and five pounds. His waist twenty-four inches shrunken from thirty-inches. Perry was also developing a bubble butt and didn't need to shave his face. He hadn't much hair there to begin with when he arrived at Miss. Norman's. His chest, if he could have measured it across the nipples, an inch larger. Miss. Norman's mind games where having their effect as well. Towards the end of July, Perry finally admitted to himself that he must be a sissy. "After all what man would get off being fondled thru lingerie or suck his cum out of a condom wrapped plantain. I even like the feel of the soft fabrics on my skin. I even know more about women's clothing than I do about men. I'm not a man anymore, I'm a big sissy just like she says," he thought as he began to cry. Another change he really wasn't aware of was his mannerisms. He easily managed in three-inch or higher heels. He held his elbows close to his sides, wrists limp. He took short heel and toe steps while swaying his hips sensually. Whenever he sat his knees were pressed closely together. Standing, his back straight, chest out and head up. Talking softly and in a higher pitch came as natural as breathing now. He automatically checked any mirror to see if his scarlet lipstick needed repair. With the beginning of August Miss. Norman decided to step up Perry's transformation. Other than going to see Miss. Betty at the Cut and Curl Salon, he hadn't been out of the house. She decided it was time to take Perry out more often to very public places. She also changed the d?cor of his room by putting posters of mostly naked muscle men on the walls. Playgirl? and gay orientated magazines were added to his reading assignments. The plantain would be changed for a very realistic dildo. He would have to dry suck it as his discharge was mere dribbles if at all now. Perry was coming along better and faster than she had hoped. Miss. Norman figured that by late August, Perry would be hers in both body and soul. Meanwhile, Perry's parents hadn't been idle. When he didn't call them after he first arrived, began to worry. When they still had no word by the end of June, contacted the police department and college where he was supposed to be. They didn't get the answers they wanted. The police said they would issue a Missing Person's Report and check the John Does in the morgue. They also said that as he was eighteen and objected, there was nothing they could do. Later the police called and said they found his car abandoned in the Greyhound bus station parking lot. By the end of July, they decided to hire a Private Detective hoping he would find their baby. Later he contacted them saying he found the motel where he stayed but absolutely no trace once he left the college registration office. His parents were devastated. Their only hope was that he would eventually contact them. They didn't want to think of the possibility of his demise. ## Now that Miss. Noman had Perry wearing dresses and lipstick, it was time for him to use full makeup. "It's a week now that you've worn dresses and lipstick. No one has guessed you're a big sissy, yet. You should be very pleased with yourself. Sissy, you have reached the point where the majority of sissies never get. You can pass as a woman in the light of day but up really close people can see you are a sissy. What you need is to apply full makeup and no one would guess. After you complete your morning chores, I want you in the stock room learning how to apply full 1950's styles of makeup. I downloaded vintagemakeup.com to your laptop plus put out the required makeup for you. Now turn around and let me lace up your waist cinch," she stated. Entering the storeroom after lunch, Perry let out a soft moan seeing makeup piled up on the desk. There was also a lighted magnifying mirror and box of tissues there as well. He didn't want to wear any makeup much less learn how to put it on. He didn't stop to debate the issue but sat down and opened his laptop. By now Miss. Norman's blackmailing hooks were deeply embedded into his mind. She had lots of photos of him in various stages of dress plus recordings of him proclaiming he was a sissy. Despite the fact that his body no longer reacted in an erotic manner to the lingerie he wore, Perry believed he was a sissy. There was no other way to explain how his body had reacted. He was bothered that he no longer had those explosive climaxes but Miss. Norman said it was expected. "Sissy you should be proud that you have reached this point where your body doesn't react like that. Your body has just adjusted to the sensual feel of lingerie. It's a very common side effect of getting to wear lingerie all the time," she informed him. Opening the downloaded file began reading. "1950's Makeup: What you will need," caught his attention. * Foundation & Powder: One shade darker than skin tone with slightly pink tint. * Rouge: Light pink cream rouge * Eyebrow Pencil: Natural or one shade darker * Eyeliner: Brown or black for daytime wear. Black for nighttime. * Eye Shadow: Shades that coordinate with eye color. Brighter shades to match your dress or accessories. * Mascara: Cake mascara is the best. Brush mascara for added thickness is second best. * Lipstick: Red, pink, coral and orange in a matte finish For authenticity, Besame is the only cosmetic company recommended and the only place to find cake mascara. The "1955 Exotic Pink" and "1959 Red Hot" lipsticks are the perfect fit for that 1950's look. Glancing over the cosmetics scattered on the table, he noted they were all from Besame except for a large jar of cold cream and some baby oil. Sighing, went back to his studies trying to put off what he had to do next. By the end of the work day, Perry was wearing full makeup with the 1955 Exotic Pink lipstick. His makeup wasn't very good, applied too heavily and his bushy eyebrows stood out. It had taken him many tries before he had gotten to this point. Miss. Norman seemed pleased when she came in to get him to do his evening closing chores. "My, my, sissy I must admit for a first time you did surprisingly well. Though, I will admit I'm not really surprised. You're such a big sissy after all. It's a talent common in all real sissies. Although you must neaten up those eyebrows. I'll help you do that after supper. Come on, I need you out front now to sweep the floor and rearrange the racks," she said. "Please, let me take off this makeup first. It makes my face feel funny. Like I'm wearing a mask," he replied. "Absolutely not! You will be in full makeup from the time you wake up until you go to bed. Most women can get by with some lip gloss and powder but you are a big sissy. A sissy, I must say, that other sissies dream about being. Yes, it's a mask. A mask you use to pass on casual inspection. Enough chatter, you have work to do, so get to it," she stated turning on her heels and leaving. After his evening bath Perry was surprised to see Miss. Norman standing near his bed. A bed covered in women's vintage clothing, some of which he had only seen on the internet. He immediately felt his face flush in embarrassment knowing what she expected him to wear. "I'm not in the mood to do any cooking tonight, so we're going out. Don't bother looking for any of your old clothing. I tossed it all out while you were taking your bath. From now on you will dress as the big sissy you are pretending to be a real woman. Like all sissies, I know you enjoy pretending to have a constant period so I found these for you," she said holding out an elaborate sanitary belt. The white, pink eyelet lace frilled elastic belt was two inches wide and had a small pink satin bow in the center. The V-center was layers of overlapping white floral lace and pink plastic backed. Attached to the chromed tabs was a thick pad. Seeing it, Perry took a step back shaking his head forgetting what she said about going out. "Stop that sissy! I know you need this added protection. I'm sure as soon as you feel it caressing your little tinkle, you'll drip some sissy cream. This nice thick pad will soak it all up so you don't stain your pretty sissy panties. Now put it on!" she demanded. Perry's hand was shaking as he took it from Miss. Norman. "I can't believe I'm going to wear this...this thing. Bad enough I have to douche and use a tampon and now this. I'm a sissy from the way my penis reacts but am I really this big of one. I don't really like anything she's making me do but she has those pictures," his mind wailed as he stepped into the belt. A shiver went up his spine as the thick pad snuggled firmly against his tucked penis. It wasn't by no means a shiver of pleasure, rather, one of betrayal of his remaining manhood. The lavender high waisted long leg girdle only made that pad dig more firmly into his groin. Perry grunted as he felt his testicles retreat back up inside his body. The girdle reached from mid-thigh up to just below the breasts, had bright violet satin diamond shaped panels in both the front and back. The gathered rear dug deep into his ass crack and uplifted the cheeks. Strong shaping bands gave his torso that much desired hour glass figure. Once it was zipped and hooked, there was no ignoring its constant presents. It was the most uncomfortable thing he had ever worn. The girdle also pushed up the flesh on his chest into noticeable full A- cups. With the addition of the pink foam pads in the matching bra, Perry was a C-cup. Instead of his knee highs was given a pair of sheer seamed black nylons. Miss. Norman showed him how to roll them into donuts and knead them slowly up his legs. Doing it in a girdle made it difficult and having to keep the seams straight painful. Once he stepped into the four-inch stiletto heeled black patent leather pointed toed pumps, given a glistening lavender nylon full slip to put on. The bodice was heavily embroidered in a floral design and the hem had three-inches of floral lace. The sensuous feel of the fabric unnoticed over the heavy satin layers underneath. Dressed in his lingerie, Miss. Norman had him sit at the vanity where she helped him put on his face and fix his hair. A purple billowing long-sleeved satin blouse with a large lacy ascot tie and black wool blend below the knee straight skirt completed his outer wear. Perry had a hard time believing what he saw reflected back at him from the full-length mirror. It looked like he was seeing one of those women pictured in his magazines. He had to stare at his face to see any resemblance to his former self. Between the clothing, makeup, hairstyle and hour glass figure, Perry was that 1950's woman. "I really look like those women I've seen in those old magazines. I...I shouldn't look like this but I do. Miss. Norman is right, I have to be one of the biggest sissies in the world," his mind screamed and any remaining male ego flushed down the drain. "Alright sissy, stop admiring yourself. We still need to get you ready to go out," Miss. Norman said breaking him from his thoughts. "Go out? I can't go anywhere looking like this!" he replied shocked at the very idea. "Why of course you can sissy. You've almost reached sissyhood nirvana. Appearing to be a real woman. There are a lot of rough spots but if you're careful, no one would think you're otherwise. Remember what I've been teaching you, speak in a soft voice and have a big smile plastered on your face. Once you put on your accessories, we'll be going," she stated with that grin he hated. A white box beaded plastic necklace and the matching wrist bracelet with square white plastic earrings for jewelry. A purple satin with short veil box hat pinned into his hair, a white patent leather clutch purse and white cotton gloves completed his accessories. "Now for the perfect sissy, the defining perfume. It's been popular since the early 1930's and designed for romantic wear and called Tabu by Dana. Lift up your skirt and slip sissy so I can give you that loving feeling," she said with a giggle. "Perfume? That's all I need," he thought sarcastically. "Doesn't that smell just divine sissy? It's a delightful mix of jasmine, narcissus, rose, ylang-ylang and amber. From experience I can tell you it worked like a charm for those intimate interludes," Miss. Norman said as she sprayed more on his outer clothing. "Please Miss. Norman stop with the perfume. I don't want any romantic experience dressed and looking like this; especially with any man," he gasped knowing no woman would want to date him. "Looking like I do the only people I'll attract are guys and I most certainly aint into other guys. I'm a sissy but l like girls," he thought shivering at the thought of another guy wanting him. "Very well, if you insist but I have a feeling you'll need a stick to beat off all your admirers. Get your purse, put your makeup in and let's go. I'm starving," she said putting down the bottle. Miss. Norman took them to an Indian restaurant that specialized in vegetarian dishes. It was fairly crowded and after a short wait, seated. As they waited, Perry could see that they weren't the center of attention he feared. Other than the salon, he hadn't been out in public and very anxious. He particularly didn't like the way a few men were staring at them. Perry was happy that most of the patrons ignored them or gave them fleeting glances. "What was it that dad said, 'Take away the flacks and all you had were fruits and nuts.' Guess I fit into the fruit category," he mused as they went to their table. Thanks in part to his restrictive foundations and apprehension, ate very little. All he wanted to do was go back to the house and get out his clothing. Several times he held his breath as a man passed their table, paused and sniffed the air. "Keep going, keep going," Perry's mind kept repeating until the man continued on. Back in his room a greatly relieved Perry stripped out of his clothing. Holding up the girdle noted the inner soft lining was soaked with his sweat. "This has to be the most sinister garment ever made. It not only crushes my body leaving behind all these red indentations but hot as hell too," he thought tossing it into the hamper. His sleep was fitful and nightmare filled. Miss. Norman insisted that he wear his sanitary belt and pad all the time. With what felt like a pillow stuck between his legs and his penis tucked back wasn't the least bit comfortable. What he remembered of a nightmare featured that new addition. In his dream imagined removing the pad and finding a vagina. ## Over the month of August, Miss. Norman stepped up his feminine mannerisms and behavior lessons. He was now spending all his time after completing his morning chores, on the sales floor. She also took him out more. He was relieved that she always referred to him as Cherry when they were in public. Mostly they went to the grocery and dry cleaners but occasionally to the mall. Those mall visits were mainly to the food court where they had salads and diet drinks. While they dined, Miss. Norman would pick out some young man. "Cherry, look at that handsome young man over there. Tell me what you think is cute about him? Is it his smile, maybe the color of his eyes, that cute butt or that nice bulge in his pants?" she would ask. "Miss. Norman that's just gross. I'm not into other guys like you're suggesting," he regularly replied whenever she asked him that. "Well you are a sissy, so I guess that's reasonable. Most sissies are only attracted to other girly boys or men," she would answer back. A few days later after she first asked him what he liked about a handsome man, new pictures were hung in his room. They were all pictures of well hung she-males with breasts. His magazines were switched from gay orientated to transgender ones. The first week of August Perry worked the sales floor and he was very nervous. By the second week, much calmer. The customers never seemed to question that he was a retro-1950's woman. Between the hormones and constantly wearing high waist long-leg girdles, he certainly had the figure for it. Wearing all the clothing including the thick pad between his legs, had no sensual effects nor did he pay them much attention. Of course, he made sure everything was coordinated and that his hair and makeup were properly done. He checked his hair and makeup whenever he passed a mirror. Perry also made sure the seams on his nylons were always straight and hadn't developed runs. Another more distressing fact hit him when he took his bubble bath in early August. There were two significant girlish breasts sticking out of his chest. Significant enough that he could no longer dismiss them as being caused by wearing a bra. They had been bothering Perry for some time and blamed the tenderness and sensitivity on the pads stuffed into his bras. When Miss. Norman measured them when he expressed his concerns, was pleased to see solid B-cups with eraser nipples. "I'm not surprised that you have breasts sissy. It sometimes happens with big sissies like you. When men grow their own breasts, it's called gynecomastia. You can look it up later if you want. Basically, your body is positively reacting to your sissy desires. All sissies would love to have their very own boobies to play with. So, you should consider yourself fortunate. Just look on the bright side, you no longer need to use padding and get pretty new bras," she said with a gleam in her eyes. "I don't want breasts! I'm doomed now. How can I go back to being me if I have breasts? I'll always have to wear a bra no matter how I dress. I can see me walking down the street wearing a tee shirt and jeans like I use too. Yeah, I wouldn't last ten seconds back home. Guess I'm stuck now. There is no question that I'm a big sissy," he thought as tears began to form. During his nightly sissy mantra recitations, his penis no longer reacted but Miss. Norman's manipulations of his nipples drove him crazy. They had become overly sensitive filling his mind with pleasure. When he could no longer produce much if any sissy cream, Miss. Norman introduced him to a realistic dildo. By the end of August could get most of its length down his throat. By then it didn't bother him so much. It was just another thing he had to do but had a major impact on his psyche. ## With the approach of September, Perry thought he could finally leave as school would soon start. He could move into a dorm as the partial scholarship included room and board. All he had to do was get his boy clothing back and his car. He still had to transfer his money from home to a local bank so he could pay the reduced tuition and fees. He would also have to figure out a way to hide his breasts and get a haircut. "Miss. Norman school starts in two weeks and I need to go register and get a dorm room. I need my boy clothing and car before I can do that," he said over breakfast. "Why on earth would you need to do that sissy? You can register just as you are. Besides, you know I tossed all your silly boy stuff in the garbage ages ago. I need to apologize for your car though. I didn't want it taking up space in my limited parking area and put it down the street. I thought it would be safe there but when I last checked discovered it was gone. I guess probably stolen and I'm sorry about that. You can borrow my car if you want to go register and don't bother getting into a dorm. You can still work part time and stay here," she replied. "No, I can't do that! My parents would find out for sure! My car, my clothing gone! I don't want to stay here! She's not going to help me either. What am I going to do?" his mind screamed as tears filled his eyes. "It's not the end of the world sissy. Dry those tears and let's get the shop ready to open," she said braking him from his thoughts. During his morning chores, Perry kept thinking about how he could get out from under Miss. Norman's claws. Now that he didn't have men's clothing or a car, decided the first thing he needed to do was transfer his money to a local bank. Something he derided himself over for not doing as soon as he got into town. Once he had some money could buy new clothes, get a buzz cut and a cheap used car. During his break, opened his laptop and brought up his online banking site. To his astonishment discovered both accounts closed with zero balances. "This has got to be some mistake. Where the hell is my money?" he shouted. Hearing his shout, Miss. Newman entered the store room. "What's all the shouting about sissy?" "My money...it's gone!" he exclaimed breaking out in tears. "What money sissy?" she asked. "My...my savings and college funds. They're not showing in my bank accounts an...and they're closed out," he wailed as tears began streaking his makeup. "There's still some left sissy. You shouldn't have been so careless with your passwords. I found them in your cell phone's wallet app. I transferred your money into my bank and only took out what was due me," she responded with a glint in her eyes. "What do you mean, you took money out of my account?" he gasped. "Just the costs of your clothing, makeup and uniforms sissy. I have a complete inventory of what you received and related costs. That's all," she stated. "You had no right to do that!" he spat irately. "You accepted what I gave you sissy! Our agreement was to provide you with just room and board. I did not agree to give you clothing or uniforms much less your hygiene needs and makeup! I can back up every purchase with receipts. Get over it sissy! Go to the First National site here in the city. Your user name and password will give you your account information," she snapped back. Sniffling back his tears Perry opened that site, eyes going wide as he saw the figure. "There's only a little over ten thousand there when there should be at least twenty plus. By the time I buy new clothing and get a cheap car there won't be much left. How am I going to pay for school? I'm so screwed," he thought as tears began to flow again. "Don't know why you're so upset sissy. You have a very fashionable wardrobe, nice shoes and all your necessities. If you want, can still work for me as we agreed. Since I'm not technically paying you, if you stay will have to take on all the household chores. That way you can keep up your wardrobe and sissy life style. So, what are you going to do sissy?" Miss. Norman asked more calmly.