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Periwinkle Pink Part 4
By Cheryl Lynn
This is a forced femininization fiction story and not for the
sweet/sentimental reader. All standard disclaimers apply and may be
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unless approved by the author. Comments are welcome at
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Periwinkle Pink Part 4
"Ten thousand, one hundred forty-two dollars and thirty-eight cents.
That's all I have left of my money. School will cost me three thousand
for the semester and no telling how much for books and supplies. Having
to dress and look the way I do, there's no way I can stay in a dorm.
I'll have no choice but to stay here but if careful, should get through
two semesters. Hopefully by then I'll find a way out, get a paying job
and away from Miss. Norman," Perry thought as he stared at his laptop
display.
Blotting away the tears noticed he had to fix his ruined makeup.
Picking up his eyelash brush dipped it into the black cake mascara. A
little foundation and dusting of powder and he was ready to go back out
into the sales floor. Standing, checked to see if he had any runs in
his nylons and seams straight, fluffed out his skirt and petticoats.
"I hate this but I'm a big sissy," he thought leaving the stock room.
Later over supper Perry decided to ask Miss. Norman if he could use her
car in the morning. "Miss. Norman, I've decided to register tomorrow
morning and would like to use your car. I don't want to stay in a dorm
looking like this though. So, I'll take on the household chores as you
suggested but don't know very much about keeping house."
"Fine, but I'll take you there as I don't think you would want to be
pulled over by the cops. By the way, what are you planning on taking?"
she replied.
"Accounting or finance. Not sure just yet but my dad said those were
good degrees," he answered.
"Accounting? Finance? Those courses are much too difficult for a big
sissy like you. No, sissies are more suited for fashion and design than
those boring subjects. Better yet, have you given any consideration of
going to beauty school instead? A lot of sissies find immense
satisfaction in that field of endeavor. It would be cheaper than that
college and you could graduate in a year or two. I'm sure Miss. Betty
could use a retro-fifties girl like you and could recommend a good
school. I'll take you to see Ms. Betty after we close shop today and
get you started," she stated smiling broadly.
"Beauty school! I don't want that! Like everything else that's
happened over the summer, do I really have a choice?" his mind screamed.
Before he knew what was happening Perry was sitting in the registrar's
office of the Monroe School of Beauty. Miss. Betty highly recommended
it as they still, upon request, taught from the 1950's lesson plan.
Looking at the three courses he could chose from. The cosmetology
course taught hair cutting, color, texture services, nail care and
makeup application. The other two didn't interest him in the least,
esthiology and message therapy. He wasn't interested in cosmetology
either but Miss. Norman highly suggested it as waxing was not that
common back then.
"Guess I'm going to learn to be a beautician instead of what I wanted.
No way I can back out now; especially with her sitting next to me.
Miss. Betty offered me a job when I finish here plus agreed to furnish
me with whatever supplies I would need. Since I'm not running away from
here, guess I am just a big sissy. What real man would allow himself to
become a beautician?" he thought.
"Now that your classes are set, we'll have to make some changes to your
hours in the shop. You'll continue to work on Saturday but the rest of
your free time will be spent taking care of the house. I'll provided
suitable uniforms for that as well sissy," Miss. Norman said as they
left the school.
"New uniform? Why would I need that?" he responded.
"Because you'll be my maid then and should look the part. Besides,
wearing a maid's uniform will help you have the right mindset for a
1950's woman," she answered.
##
Perry wasn't at all pleased with the uniform Miss. Norman gave him the
next day. It was a black A-line with short sleeves and buttoned down
the front with white buttons. The sleeves were trimmed in white cuffs
and the short V-neck had a white gull wing collar. Two pockets hemmed
in white were at each hip. The bib apron was semi-sheer with a
scalloped square neckline and hem. Opaque black hosiery with back seam
and black matte three-inch block heeled shoes completed the uniform. He
already had the necessary petticoats to fill out the skirt.
Having to wear the uniform wasn't the only changes. He had to learn how
to curtsey. Not a formal curtsey but a bobbing one. Performing one
every time she entered or left was very humbling. Being treated like a
servant destroying any assertiveness he had left. She also thought it
better if he called her Ma'am when he performed his household chores.
Having to wear pink rubber gloves while doing most of his chores did
nothing to aid his ego either.
Perry was more than happy to go to classes that next week. He could get
out of wearing that humiliating uniform and cleaning the house. Miss.
Norman had proved to be a stickler for cleanliness. The first few weeks
were in classroom activities learning the basics of cosmetology.
Selecting the 1950's lesson plan there was only one other student in
some of his classes. His name was Eddy Swartz and from his manner,
Perry guessed he was probably gay. A lot of class time was spent
leaning the biology of skin, hair and bone structure. These classes
were larger and other than Eddy, Perry was the only other male.
During lunch that first day several girls joined him. They were all
curious about why he dressed so retro. That day Perry was wearing a
periwinkle pink chiffon blouse with balloon sleeves with lace cuffs and
lace cravat tie. A gray wool poodle skirt with an embroidered pink
poodle above the left hem. Flaring the skirt out were three pink net
petticoats. On his feet a pair of white nylon pink ruffled socks and
pink and white saddle shoes. His face in full makeup and his bangs
separated by a pink plastic hairband. His pink patent leather purse had
a pink satin scarf tied around the pearl handle.
There was a picture of a 1955 high school girl wearing that same outfit
in one of his magazines. All the other girls were wearing skinny jeans
and tee shirts or plain blouse. Very few even had on makeup so Perry
stood out like a peacock among chickens. While the girls were curious,
they didn't tease. They all thought he was a weird but real girl. The
only explanation he could come up with was that he loved the fashions of
that time period. They of course wanted to know more and he had to tell
them about all the clothing he was wearing. Telling them about his
foundations brought a blush to his cheeks while the girls just stared at
him in disbelief. They all thought Cherry probably had a screw or two
loose. They might wear something like that for a Halloween party but
every day no way. After lunch Perry was pleased no one guessed he was a
sissy but sad that he probably wouldn't make many friends.
His learning didn't stop there. As soon as he arrived back at the
house, did his homework. Finished that, donned his uniform and went
into the kitchen. There Ma'am taught him how to prepare the meals.
Perry discovered he didn't mind learning how to cook now that they were
eating regular meals instead of vegan. By the end of the month was
proud of his mac and cheese made from scratch. His housekeeping skills
were becoming much easier as well.
After supper with the dishes put into the washer and counters cleaned,
Miss. Norman continued with his sissy mantra. Now she was only
stimulating his breasts as he could no longer get an erection. What
little sissy cream squirted easily absorbed by the thick pad. It was
humiliating when she brought him to climax in the past but now it seemed
worse to him. Being excited by having his nipples and breasts teased
was worse as it drove home how much of a sissy he was.
Her manipulations of his breasts usually brought him to the edge of
cumming but only to the edge. That left him frustrated and when she
finished, broke out in tears. When she asked what was the matter he
usually didn't answer. This night it was different, his frustration too
great.
"I can't cum. Yo...you get me alm...almost there but I can't," he
wailed.
"That's understandable sissy. You're such a big sissy now you're almost
a woman. Do you know how a woman gets sexually satisfied sissy?" she
replied with a sinister grin that he didn't see.
Perry had a vague idea but that was it. He was a virgin after all and
inexperienced with women. "Huh?" he uttered.
"They get sexually excited and satisfied by having a nice big penis in
their pussy's," she said.
"Bu...but I...I don't hav...have one of tho...those," he stuttered.
"Silly sissy. All sissies have one and they call it a boy pussy. You
know the opening you have between those pretty round feminine cheeks of
yours. Do you really want to cum? If so, I can make it happen. Now
tell me you want to cum and I'll make it happen," she replied whispering
into his ear.
Her hot breath sent a shiver up his spine and blurted, "Yes, please, I
want to cum so badly."
"Okay, let's go to your room and while you get into one of your pretty
baby doll nighties, I'll get what I need," she said backing away.
Perry picked out his dark chocolate nylon with cr?me chiffon over skirt
baby doll with the matching rumba panties with white lace frills on the
back. As he was stepping into his mules with two-inch heels, she came
back. She had a smile going from ear to ear as she held up an object.
"This is an Eden anal pleaser beaded vibrating plug. It has escalating,
pulsing and vibration settings and made of silicone. I have it set of
escalating mode that I know you will enjoy. I've already put a pretty
sissy pink lubed condom on it. Now all you have to do is put it into
your boy pussy and go to bed. I guarantee that you will cum tonight if
you do this," she said with a broad smile.
Perry stared at the implement. It was obviously beaded but not that big
and had a flanged base. He didn't want to touch it much less use it but
he was desperate. Taking it from her with shaking hands, just stood
there.
"This is so embarrassing but I need to cum so bad. Do I really want to
do something like this? I am a sissy though and Miss. Norman said this
is what sissies do to get relief. No, I can't do it not while she's
still here," he thought blushing.
Seeing his hesitation, Miss. Norman decided to take action. "Here! Give
me that and bend over!" she yelled losing patients.
Perry was too submissive now to object and bent over. He felt her push
his panties to the side and pressure on his anus. He let out a groan as
it slid all the way into his backside. He felt each bead as it moved up
and touched his prostate. Perry hopped as she turned it on and the tip
moved against his gland and gasped. His penis twitched but didn't
erect. It was a very strange sensation but after a couple of seconds
enjoyable. Sliding under the sheets, Miss. Norman turned out the
lights.
"You leave that in until morning sissy. Just make sure you change that
soggy pad out in the morning," she said on leaving.
He could only moan as the intensity of the vibrations increased and
thought he felt some sissy cream leak out. By morning the vibrations
had stopped but he could feel it firmly in place. His pad was wet
though not saturated. His need to cum no longer present was replaced by
humiliation at what he had done. With the devise cleaned he put it away
in the drawer of his night stand. He swore to himself that he would
never use it again. That resolve lasted two weeks. Perry told himself
he wouldn't use it again and that lasted just a week.
"I'm such a sissy and I really need this," he thought after the third
time.
##
With the start of the second six weeks of classes, Perry and Eddy were
the only two students in their classroom. Now they would begin the
practical hands on studies of 1950's cosmetology methods. It was during
this time that Perry learned more about his partner Eddy. Eddy was
twenty-one, an only child of his divorced mother who owned a beauty
parlor. He had been practically raised in her salon and smothered under
all that femininity. Having to work in the salon after school and being
withdrawn by nature had few friends outside of the parlor.
When asked where he went to have his hair done, Perry relied, "Betty's
Cut n Curl."
"I thought so. That's my mom's place. I already have my barber's
license but taking this course so I can fill in when necessary at the
shop," Eddy replied with a big smile.
"So am I," Perry responded surprised.
"Oh, I know you!" Eddy exclaimed. "You're that sissy mom is always
talking about, aren't you?"
"Yo...you know?" Perry asked blushing beet red. "I always believed
Miss. Betty thought I was a real girl," he thought.
"Oh, I embarrassed you. I'm sorry. Don't worry, I'll keep your secret
if you'll be my friend," Eddy quickly responded taking hold of Perry's
hand and giving it a tender squeeze.
"He'll keep my secret if I'll be his friend? Is he going to blackmail
me too? I don't want everyone here knowing I'm just a sissy," he
thought.
"Yeah, sure," Perry said having no real choice.
"Crap! He's still holding my hand. Is he coming on to me?" he thought
pulling his hand away.
"My mom says you're living with Miss. Norman and working in her shop
too. If I were a sissy like you, I think I'd be in heaven with all
those delicious clothes to choose from. May be now that we're friends,
I will drop by and you can show me around. I've heard so much about her
shop but never been there," Eddy said excitedly.
Fortunately, before he could respond, their teacher called the class to
order. "Like I ever want that to happen," Perry thought opening his
text.
Saturday afternoon shortly after lunch, Eddy walked into Lulu's Vintage
Clothing. Miss. Norman saw him and greeted him warmly. "Eddy it's so
good to see you again. Have you finally decided to step over into some
of my vintage fashions?"
"Oh no, Miss. Norman. I may be a bit of a swish but I prefer my male
clothing. I'm here to see my dear friend Cherry. We're taking the same
course at the beauty school you know. Is he here?" he replied giving
her an air kiss while glancing around the shop.
"No, I didn't but you're more than welcome to stop by anytime. Sissy, I
mean Cherry, is in the storeroom at the moment. You seem to like my
boarder?" she responded.
"Oh yes, I find him very captivating. Normally I'm into more hunkier
guys but there's just something about Cherry. I guess he brings out my
macho side and he seems so delicate. I'm hoping he'll go out with me.
That's why I'm really here. I want to ask him out on a date this
evening. Do you think he will go out with me?" Eddy hopefully asked.
"Let me give you some advice Eddy. First of all, don't ask. Just tell
him what time you will pick him up. Let your macho side, as you called
it come out and be firm with him. Don't forget that he is a big sissy
and must be told what to do. You do that and I'm sure he'll be more
than happy to go out with you. Remember, be decisive and don't ask, you
tell. The storeroom is right over there," she instructed and pointed in
that direction.
"I'll remember Miss. Newman and thanks, thanks a lot," he replied.
Fifteen minutes later Eddy came out with an ear to ear smile. "Thanks
Miss. Newman, it worked. I liked the feeling of telling someone what to
do for a change," he said giving her the thumbs up sign.
"So, my sissy has a boyfriend and didn't tell me about it," she mumbled
walking to the storeroom.
Perry was at the desk, hands covering his face in front of his lap top
when she entered. He looked up hearing her with tears in his eyes. He
was obviously distraught about something. Miss. Norman decided to play
dumb.
"Why are you crying sissy?" she asked.
"Eddy...he...said...said he was taking me...me out. Out on a date!" he
stammered grabbing a tissue.
"Then those are tears of joy sissy? He seems to be a nice young man and
perfect for a big sissy like you. All sissies want to have a man to
call their own, so I'm happy for you. After we close, I'll help you get
ready for your date," she said with that smile he hated to see.
"Nooo," he wailed. "I don't want to go out with him. He's a guy!"
"I agree with that. He's definitely more of a man than you ever were
sissy. When he asked you out, did you refuse?" she asked.
"No...not exactly. He...he didn't giv...give me a chance," Perry
replied through his tears.
"He was in here for some time and you mean to tell me that you didn't
say no? Hell's bells, you're more of a sissy than I thought. So, what
time is he picking you up?" she loudly said.
"Sev...seven thirty but I can't go out wit...with him," Perry answered
sniffling now.
"Of course, you will sissy! Since you didn't refuse, you will go out on
a date with him. I insist. Not only that, you will do whatever he
wants without question. It's how a 1950's girl behaves when with a man
and you should know that from your studies. You know what will happen
if you don't," she stated and left the room.
Once again Miss. Norman selected his clothing for his upcoming date.
The lingerie was in a sparkling white satin, brief cut panties, waist
chinch, bullet bra, panty girdle and four white net petticoats. For
outer wear a white cashmere, V-necked capped sleeved buttoned sweater
and gray poodle skirt with a pink embroidered poodle. A pair of white
bobby socks and white and gray saddle shoes completed his dressing. His
accessories were also from that era. Gray plastic button clip-on
earrings, silver charm bracelet and a pink silk short scarf tied around
the neck. Fully dressed and full makeup Perry looked just like a 1950's
high school girl, prominent breasts, slim waisted with round hips.
Perry could feel the tightness pulling at his groin and waist, the bra
band and thin satin straps pulling at his shoulders but mentally didn't
notice. He had been wearing such items so long, it felt natural. What
he was mentally taking notice of was just how convincing he did look.
"I would like to date a girl that looked like this but that's me! And
I'm dressed like this to attract another guy! I'm a sissy but I don't
want to do this. I like girls," he thought.
##
When Eddy came to pick up Perry, he was wearing skinny jeans and a pink
polo shirt. As he waited for his date, Miss. Norman had a talk with
him.
"Eddy remember Cherry is an old-fashioned girl. He is absolutely
infatuated with the 1950's and like a girl back then, prefers a dominant
man. A man who can give her direction and keep her from having to make
serious decisions. Do you think you can be that man Eddy?"
"I can do that Miss. Norman. Like our conversation this afternoon, your
advice is always welcome. Besides it felt really good just telling
Cherry we had a date. It's sometimes very difficult asking someone for
a date out of the fear of rejection," he replied.
"Now listen up. This is very important as Cherry follows that era's
moral code. No kissing on the lips until your third date, no attempt to
play with her breasts until the fifth date. If you decide to go steady;
then, and only then can you become more intimate. I expect you to
adhere to that so-called code. Cherry is still getting used to being a
full time sissy. I don't want her rushed. Am I understood?" she stated
seriously.
"Weird, but sure, I can do that. Besides I like him a lot even though
he looks like a girl. Knowing what Cherry has between her legs really
turns me on," he answered.
"If you're expecting to find a ram rod between Cherry's legs, forget it
Eddy. He's been on strong female hormones for some time now. I
seriously doubt that it is fully functional now. I'm telling you this
in confidence, so don't say anything about it to anyone much less
Cherry. Understood?" Miss. Norman stated.
"Oh, no matter. I've enjoyed the times I was the top. I won't say
anything, I promise," Eddy replied sounding slightly disappointed.
"Good, let me go and get him. I'm sure he's ready now," she said
standing.
Perry's date proved to be uneventful and he was anxious about going out
with another guy. They went to a pizza place and to a movie. He
actually really enjoyed having pizza for the first time in what seemed
like years. With the exception of Eddy holding his hand and giving him
a kiss on the cheek, not much different than when they talked in class.
"I can't believe I just went out on a date with another guy and didn't
puke my guts out. He even kissed me but that didn't bother me all that
much. Thankfully it wasn't on the lips. Don't know if I could have
handled that. It felt good getting out of this house for a while too
and eating pizza, my favorite. He said he's taking me out next
Saturday. I probably should have said no but it was kinda fun going out
and getting away from Miss. Norman," he thought going to his room.
Perry was putting on his aqua nylon and chiffon ruffled baby doll when
Miss. Norman entered his room. She was pleased to see the bulge in his
panties from the thick sanitary pad and wearing his bullet bra.
"Sissy, tell me about your date and don't skip on the details," she
said.
"It was okay. We had pizza and went to a movie," he responded pulling
the top of his baby doll down over his head.
"Sissy! You have to do better than that. Did he hold your hand and if
he did, how did it feel? Did he kiss you and how did that make you
feel? Those kinds of details I want to hear about," she demanded.
"Yes, we held hands and he kissed me on the cheek when he brought me
here. It all felt strange since I'm a guy and all but..." he replied
before being interrupted.
"When are you going to get it through that thick skull of yours that you
are not a guy much less a man! You are a Sissy! Not just any sissy but
a Big Sissy! Guess I'm going to have to prove it to you once and for
all," she stated angrily.
Before he could react, Miss. Norman spun him around and pushed him onto
the bed face down. Perry felt his legs kicked apart and Miss. Norman
standing between them. He tried to rise but her hand pinned him down.
His granny panties pulled to the side and his tampon extracted. Then a
burning pain as he felt something large pressing into his anus and
entering him. He screamed as tears flooded down his cheeks. The shock
was too much and he fainted. When his eyes flitted open, could still
feel some pain but there was also some pleasure. He could feel Miss.
Norman's hips pressed tightly against his round ass and something warm
in his bowls. Perry felt his own body respond in a weird way.
Something like when he used to ejaculate but different, not as explosive
or mind shattering. He just laid there, eyes closed and mortified as he
felt Miss. Norman stepping back.
"Now you've experienced what every big sissy craves. Getting a big dick
shoved up his boy pussy. The proof will be in your pad when you check
it. If it's still dry; then, you just may be a sissy. If it's wet;
then, you are the big sissy I know you are. Go clean yourself up. You
know just like a girl. Then check and there will be no doubt in your
mind as to what you are. Some day you will look back and thank your
lucky stars you met me," she said leaving the room.
Perry just laid there biting his lower lip for some time before he
managed to get up. As he stood on wobbly legs could feel something
dripping down his inner thighs. Stepping into his slippers began to go
to the bathroom but froze.
"Miss. Norman is a guy!" his mind screamed.
Perry didn't get much sleep that night. After cleaning up discovered
that his sanitary pad was indeed soaked. "Just like Miss. Norman says,
I'm a big sissy. She must know because she's one herself. Why else
would I have done that? I didn't even try to fight or stop her. It
hurt a lot but still, I filled that pad. I have breasts and going to
beauty school. What else could I be but the biggest sissy in the
world?" kept repeating in his mind as he tossed and turned.
Sunday morning Perry dressed in his maid's uniform before going to make
breakfast. Sundays were the times when he caught up on all the
household chores that he hadn't gotten to during the week. After what
happened last night, he felt more subservient and ashamed. He couldn't
bring himself to look into Miss. Norman's eyes the entire day and
limited his comments to, "Yes, ma'am" and "No, ma'am." If he had looked
up, would have seen that smile he hated plastered on her face.
That evening after he had prepared and served supper, Miss. Norman
didn't bother to play with his breasts as he repeated his mantra.
Instead, after he finished handed him the lifelike dildo.
"Take this to your room. You'll find some lube in the linen closet.
It's time to replace your anal pleaser. This will loosen your pussy and
make it easier for the next time. From now on sissy you have a pussy
not an ass hole, understand," she said.
"Yes ma'am," he softly replied. "I don't want to do that but she's
insinuating it will happen again. I am a big sissy and I don't want it
to hurt so much, so I don't have a choice," he thought blushing.
##
It was two weeks before Perry could bring himself to ask Miss. Norman a
nagging question. "Miss. Norman you're a big sissy too? How? Why?"
"I've been expecting that. Took you long enough. Yes, I'm a sissy
that's why I spotted you right off the first time we met. I wasn't
always like this just like you but I learned, oh yes, I learned. It
started when I was a kid, much younger than you. I was pretending to be
an astronaut and used a pair of my mother's panties as a space suit over
my shorts. Don't to this day know why I did that. Anyway, Mother
caught me and for punishment began dressing me in girl's clothing. At
first, she only did it when I did something bad. As time went on began
doing it for no reason. Every day after school I would wind up wearing
nothing but girl's clothing and as I got older putting on makeup. When
I was dressed, she would call me her darling sissy and treated like a
girl. My Mother was brought up in the fifties and sixties and most of
what I wore were hers. Grandma Silvia had saved a lot of her stuff from
back then. Guess that's how I got hooked on that fashion style. Back
then society wasn't accepting of people like us. I got beat up a lot
and didn't have any friends. To get by, I did my best to appear to be a
real woman. It worked and eventually found an understanding man. He
passed a few years back that's when I decided to open my shop. You're
very fortunate to be growing up in this tolerant and accepting age. You
have even found an understanding young man already. I'm not going to
make you date him but such men are very hard to find. Believe me I know
from experience. That's enough about me. There's a shipment that needs
to be unpacked. Get to it," she said.
The End
I know you will want more but I've got to get back to professionally
writing for a while. My and James C. Craft's illustrated collaboration
called "Whatever It Takes" should be out on Lulu shortly.
Blaze
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