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Making a Sissy By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter Three "Well good morning, sleepy head," said Lynne, seeing his eyes pop open. "Did I wake you changing you?" "I was hoping I was dreaming?" replied Justin, looking down, seeing the edge of the dress and feeling her hands snap a waistband underneath it. "But obviously I'm not." "Well that depends on your perspective, little girl," said Lynne, tapping his thigh. "Let's get you up now, honey." "Oh gawwd, my voice is still so high, Lynne," said Justin as she got him to his feet. "And I was in a stroller. I can't belief they even make one this big, and please tell me I don't sound as bad as my ears tell me I sound." "Of course you don't," said Lynne, turning him and brushing his pony tail. "You sound more perfect than I could have ever imagined. But I'm pretty sure you already know that?" "I sound like a baby," moaned Justin, annoyed. "Oh please, and of course you don't," said Lynne, adding a little hairspray and parking the stroller, taking his hand. "More like a dainty little wall flower to my ears." "I don't understand how this is possible?" Justin began getting emotional. "Me either exactly, and are you about to cry?" said Lynne, seeing his angst. "No," snapped Justin. "Good, because it's not going to help anyway," said Lynne, getting stern, pulling him along. "Now come, we've still got so much more to do." Into Claire's they went now as his eyes flashed around at all the jewelry and chachkies, as it didn't take long to realize why she'd brought him there. He stood next to her as she browsed through a huge selection of small earring packages, pulling some from their wall pegs and holding them up next to his ears, weighing her options. When she was eventually satisfied, she took a few in her hand before picking some bracelets and necklaces and then walked to the counter, pulling him along. "Hi, I'll take all of these, and those she'll need put in," said Lynne, taking out her credit card as the girl glanced at him and then began ringing the purchaases. "All I ask is you're gentle with her. She's just woken up for her nap and she's kind of had a long day." "Sure whatttt evaaa?" said the cashier, rolling her eyes, chewing gum as she glanced over at Justin. "Haven't we all?" "Ok, but I just want to make sure these are all appropriate starters, right?" asked Lynne, questioning the teenager. "Yes and yes," said the girl, pointing to it being listed on the packaging. "Yup thank you," said Lynne. "It's been a while since I've done any piercings, so I just need to make sure everything is good before we start, because last thing I need to for her to have an infection." "At Claire's we pride ourselves on providing a sterile and hygienic piercing service," recited the girl with some attitude, scanning the items without looking up. "And all our ear piercings use a high quality Studex system 75. The piercing instrument does not come into contact with the ear at any time, only the pre-sterilized, preloaded cartridge and the backs are automatically installed for your daughter's comfort and safety." "Oh? said Lynne with smirk. "I guess you told me then?" "Yeah I only recite that like a thousand times a day," said the girl, looking up at Lynne, rolling her eyes and swiping Lynne's credit card. "Come to the back and sit in the big girl chair please. Hannah, take over the register." She was blowing bubbles as she put on her gloves and then used an antibacterial solution on his ear lobes. He knew exactly what was happening, yet that wasn't going to make this any easier as she loaded the piercing gun while he watched disgusted. "Ok honey," said Lynne, petting his back as he sat there for the inevitable. "This is exciting, right?" He just looked at her without saying a word as she marked his ears, looking back and forth at each side. "So what's your name, honey?" asked the girl. "Jus," started Justin as she'd successfully distracted him popping the first one in. "Justina?" said the girl. "That's so pretty. I have a cousin with that name, and she's a doll. So I see you love My Little Pony. What's your favorite episode?" "Uumm I don't kn--" Justin began to say as she popped through the next one. "I know, there's so many good ones right?" said the girl, putting her finger under his chin and moving his face back and forth. "And you did great! That was no big deal right, those look so pretty on you?" "Justina what do you say?" said Lynne, poking him. "Thank you," said Justin, sickened as she held up a small mirror up, showing him. "Oh you're welcome, and is that a new?" asked the girl. "Well I guess," said Justin, not expecting another as she pierced a second hole in his left ear. "I love it, and you've got the cutest little voice," smiled the girl. "My name is Isabella. Can you say my name?" "Isa..." Justin replied, cringing knowing the trick finally as in went the fourth earring. "Bella." "You're adorable, and you did great," said Isabella, hugging him and then taking out the mirror, showing him. "If you want to come back in 3 or 4 weeks, I'd be happy to change the starters for you? How's that sound?" "Justina? Don't get shy now, honey?" said Lynne, tapping him as he was staring at himself in new earrings. "Answer her please, cupcake?" "Ok," gulped Justin, not even wanting to fathom the time frame and hoping these things would be long out. He was staring at his face now, almost tearful, seeing his double piercings in each ear. In his first hole sat a 14kt white gold 4mm pink ice flower, and behind it, a 14kt white gold 2 ct tw diamond stud. The pink color would seem to be stuck with him now no matter what he wore, as he reached up, feeling the hard backs of his new piercing, having no idea how to take these off. By the hand Lynne walked him from Claire's past their parked carriage and across the foyer right into a busy nails salon. She was prompt as always as she walked to the counter to check them in, leaving no doubt about her intentions of solidifying his femininity. "Good afternoon," smiled Lynne, handing over her card. "I have a 3pm manicure for myself, and Justina for a mani-pedi." "Station 3 and 4 near the wall please," said the woman as Lynne dragged him over. He hated everything about this day, and then suddenly he was sitting next to her as she watched his every movement. In no time their nails techs joined them, as a woman inspected his hands and then looked him up and down, sizing him up. "So round or square?" asked the Korean woman. "Uuumm Lynne?" moaned Justin, trying not to even speak. "Round, and just do a short acrylic overlay," answered Lynne, looking over. "Something in a pretty pink with a bit of sparkle, and she loved the little white accent flowers like in the poster with the little girls in the lobby." "I match earring shape with Maybelline Porcelain white dots in flower design," said the woman. "And use watermelon pink base color. You like?" "Justina?" Lynne prodded him. "You like that or would you rather do a different pink? We can go brighter or paler. It's up to you baby?" "Lynne, please don't make me say it?" whined Justin. "I'm thinking then she means a shade or two brighter," said Lynne. "No, please don't, watermelon pink is fine," said Justin, hating to say a word but not wanting them even bolder. "Glad you were paying attention, princess," said Lynne, looking at the girl. "Watermelon pink with the little five point white flowers it is, but let's go a touch brighter on the toes. Say magenta with the same flowers." "As you wish," said the girl. "I like that for her." "Good, and for me I'll need mine cut down a little because I'm at the point I'm finding myself being too cautious not to scratch her a bit when I'm changing her," said Lynne, fanning out her long nails. "Let's keep them square but as much as I hate cutting them down, I obviously need to go to an active length." "Oh sure, Miss Lynne," said her nail tech. "We can do that." "Good, because it's just right now she's a bit too much maintenance, so I have to do what I have to do to take care of her," said Lynne, making a frown as she stared at her long, sharp, stylish stiletto nails. "I've already got the mom cut, so I guess then my gorgeous nails were the next thing to go?" She looked over at him with puppy dog eyes before turning away as they began chopping her nails. Was she making a point or just annoying him further he wondered, yet it didn't matter as slowly but surely his digits were turning pink. It had now been the longest, most exhausting day of his life even though he'd been lying back, sitting or napping through a good deal of it, as most of the time he was being waited on hand and foot. He was dying to get out of this babyish dress, except he knew painted nails, pierced ears and long curly lashes were things that couldn't be hidden once she'd let me out of the outfits. When the dyers clicked off, each of his fingers was watermelon pink, and from his sandals poked out magenta pink toes. Little girly white flowers made no difference at all, as she already taken his transformation to a point of no easy return as Lynne tipped the girls, leading him from the store. He didn't think there was much else she could do to him as they walked, retrieving the stroller from where she parked it and then he looked at her, wondering if she was expecting him to get in. "I won't force you to get in if you want to walk?" said Lynne. "Thank you," gulped Justin, not wanting to get in but feeling tired, grabbing his head. "I'll walk but I've got such a headache." "Then don't be difficult, and you know you'd rather hide out in there while you can," said Lynne, opening the front. "Go ahead and don't worry, I'm prepared." "That's what I'm afraid of," said Justin, getting in on his own. "Just relax a little while you can, and I've got baby aspirin in my diaper bag. Mae had it on my list of things I should pick up so I did while they were helping you." Lynne rummaged through the big diaper bag and counted them out in her hand. "I just didn't think you'd need it already?" "Thanks?" said Justin, swallowing down the eight baby aspirin. "Wait... helping me?" "Here, and you're not as cute when you whine, so please? Wash it down and you're welcome, sweetheart," said Lynne, handing him a sippy cup with milk and then softly touching his face. "And I'm sorry maybe I did go a bit over the top with all this?" "You're just realizing this now?" moaned Justin, having no shame now, sucking down the milk. "Uhhhh. That felt good down my throat." "I meant over the top making you such a little diva with your outfits, especially pulling your hair up so tight for too many hours," said Lynne, pulling out the tight bow and finger brushing his hair. "I used to get headaches sometimes too when my hair was longer, and I'd keep it pulled back for too long. Thing is it's just so hard not to want to keep your hair up like that when there's so many tempting bows to use on you, but I've got a few ideas until I really decide what I want to do with it." "Oh no," Justin said as she was pushing him right towards a small mall haircutting place. "Don't worry. It'll be nothing crazy," said Lynne, opening the front of the carriage and taking the cup from his grasp. "But after all this, you're not leaving here with your hair like a crazy person. I'll put a band back in loosely." "Like it matters," said Justin as she wound in a scrunchie loosely and then he stepped out. Inside she took him as he sat in a waiting are while she had a conversation with a woman at the counter and then another with a hairdresser. He knew they were of course talking about him, as they seemed to be having quite the animated conversation and then she came over, motioning for him to get up. "Come on," said Lynne, taking his hand. "This will be something quick, and not a big deal since I had to practically beg just to get them to squeeze you in." "Really?" moaned Justin. "Then that'll be a first today." "You know just when I was feeling bad for you having a headache and not feeling well, then you go right back to pissing me off," said Lynne. "Don't you?" "Oh cra... I mean I'm sorry," gulped Justin. "Yeah aren't you always, little girl," said Lynne, pointing to a chair. "Go sit right there while I take care of a few things and if you're lucky, then maybe I'll decide to come back for you." "Wait, you're leaving?" asked Justin, stunned. "Go sit right there and I won't ask again," Lynne pointed more sternly this time, looking annoyed. "Right there and zip it if you know what's good for you." Back to the stylist went Lynne, babbling and motioning with her hands while Justin sat gingerly in a big chair between a teenager and preschooler who were having their haircuts. They talked as the stylist was finishing up another client and then in the blink of an eye, Lynne hurried out of the store. Justin sat alone now in the chair unattended, not sure what to do at all as he watched Lynne push away the stroller from outside the glass windows, never looking back as he sat nervously like she'd put him in the electric chair. It was good fifteen minutes watching curls being created on his left and fancy braids on his right, until finally the woman Lynne was chatting with approached him, wrapping a cape around his neck. Without saying much, she began wetting his hair with a spray bottle and out came the scrunchie before she began wetting the top now. Before long she was brushing through it as he cringed, feeling her comb pull through constantly as she circled him. Eventually he was like a wet dog in the mirror with a saturated head, and then he watched as she combed all his hair back off his face, stretching it down his back. "Lean back a little," said the woman, adjusting his head up towards the ceiling slightly, as over and over she combed it straight back from his hairline down his back. When she adjusted his head straight again, then out came her scissors as she snipped across the middle of his shoulder blades as he noticed some of the clumps tumble to the floor in the mirror. It didn't seem like much at first, as his normal pony was pretty long, reaching almost half way down his back but then each time she stretched it, he could feel it getting higher towards his neckline. After she adjusted the length for the third time, he was getting pretty nervous but then the trimming seemed to end as she came out in front blocking his vison, creating a middle part. Back and forth she went, adjusting it until it was perfectly centered and straight before stretching the left side and trimming the length. She repeated her work on the right and then back and forth on the sides until she was satisfied they were even. Forward now she brushed some hair into his face from temple to temple, closing the middle part in front and brushed the rest of it from his crown backward. Ever so carefully now she grasped the section in his eyes, pulling more of the hair into her fingers at each temple at an angle as she dug in her comb. When she was happy with the section, it all happened so fast, as without as much of a warning, she sheared across the bridge of his nose. It would be no more of a shock than anything else on this crazy day, but yet one more thing to add to the list that couldn't easily be undone, as she flicked her fingers and then just that quickly his long stands dropped to the floor. There would be no comment or reaction, as she was all business, lifting his chin and then brushing through his newly chopped fringe. Once more and then again, she'd trim just beneath his brow level, until finally she tucked her scissor into her pocket and switched on her blow dryer. Drying his shorter hair in front now seemed to take no time at all, as in went a round wired brush and then when she pulled out the left side, he gulped, realizing his hair was considerably shorter. He could feel himself now starting to quiver, feeling the urge to pee as she stretched out the right side now and then sixty seconds later, he'd be unable to hold it when she blew out the back, clearing his vision. "Chin down," said the woman, pushing his head downward as mercifully he didn't have to watch as she brushed through the back. He was struggling now just not to cry as the dryer went off, and then she came back in front, lifting his face, running her flat iron through each section. His mind was racing, as a sizzle resonated with each stroke and then she placed it back on her vanity, touching his hair with her fingers. A tiny snip on one side would be followed with a snip on the other, and then she stepped back, looking to her left. "Shorter or good?" said the woman. "I'm still going to trim the bangs just a touch, and keep in mind once I curl under the ends, it'll look just a touch shorter, but I think that'll look really cute on her." "Sweetie?" said Lynne, stunning him, as he didn't realize she was there. "You want to go shorter, or this is good, Justina?" "Uuuuummm," mumbled Justin, shivering as the woman stepped out of the way, revealing his new haircut as he spoke softly. "Ahhh...Ahhhh....." "Shorter then?" said Lynne. No... no good," moaned Justin. "Good! It's good. Please no more." "Excellent, and we can always go shorter if you change your mind, princess," said the woman, now stretching the left and clamping down on just the end with her curling iron, turning it under. "I like it on her." "And I guess so does she, and that's all that matters! Right, cupcake?" said Lynne, awaiting a response and then after a pause, asking again. "Right, cupcake?" "Yes," said Justin softly in his squeaky voice. It took barely two minutes just to roll the ends of his new haircut before the curling iron clamped down on his bangs. He was almost perspiring with the hot tool millimeters from his forehead before she released the curl and they bounced off his forehead. She then brushed through them thoroughly before trimming one last time, then re-curling and then before he could say "boo" he had a cherry lollipop in his mouth. When the cape was slid from his shoulders, he was now the owner of an adorable, mid-length haircut, having lost a good four or five inches in length in the back. It was still down past his shoulders and collar bone arranged in a perfectly straight dainty style, with the ends slightly curled under, giving it a touch of body and shape. With a middle part framed by thick bangs that covered his eye brows, his haircut delivered such an innocent look for the pretty little girl he'd become. He almost could breathe as he stared at himself as the woman touched his hair, fussing with the ends and then finally Lynne handed her a bag. "So I can change her in there and then you'll put in the bow for me, right?" Lynne asked, pushing the carriage past them and taking his hand. "Come on, honey." He'd been defeated more than he could imagine, as into a single stall bathroom they went and she folded down the wall mount baby changer. "Yeah, you might be too heavy for that, my pretty little pony girl," joked Lynne, unzipping his dress and pulling it right off. "Now sit nice in the carriage, and try not to ruin your haircut already." "Ruin it?" whined Justin, climbing in. "I think my hair is ruined enough already?" "What, the tangled, uneven split end mess that I asked you to get trimmed like a million times but you were too lazy to do," said Lynne, shaking her head as she dropped the back of it so he was laying down. "Don't think so, and I wanted to keep it longer, but it obviously wasn't meant to be." "Then what is meant to be," moaned Justin as she undid the Velcro flaps. "Well that you pissed yourself like crazy," said Lynne, pulling it out from under his butt. "That seems like a common theme, as this thing weighs a ton, so no shot you're even close to ready for panties yet." "I have no idea how I even want to answer that," said Justin, turning beat red as she wiped him. "Good, then don't, because whether you like it or not, you're progressing quite nicely," said Lynne, smoothing a cream all over his part. "Wow really nicely, and exactly as they said, you would or maybe even better?" "Oh my gawwd. This is nuts," cried Justin as she manipulated hms. "Progressing? What does that mean, Lynne?" "It means you might need to choose your words more carefully, princess, because you used to love my hands all over your nuts," joked Lynne, tossing away her plastic glove and then closed him up before taking his left ankle as she put on his socks and shoes. "The funny part is I guess I still do, as that stuff does feel so soothing, but something feels so different," said Justin as on went the right sock and shoe before she helped him from the carriage. "Could it be what's different is you're adorable now instead of an ass," said Lynne, holding out the pink petticoat as he stepped into it. "Hands up, please." "I'm kind of thinking I shouldn't answer that, should I?" replied Justin apprehensively, as over his head came the tank with the attached white petticoat. "Smart girl." Lynne smoothed them and fanned the petticoats. "See, I told you that you're were progressing nicely?" "Oh gawwwddd," moaned Justin, seeing her unzipping his big pink dress from the hanger. "Do I really have to wear that big thing again?" "Of course you do, and you're going to look so beautiful in it with the little tweaks we've made," said Lynne, lifting it up. "Now hands up again, and please just get dressed without giving me any nonsense." "Little tweaks?" gulped Justin, as it came down past his head and she zipped him inside it. "You call these little tweaks." "Well yeah, for a little princess," said Lynne, yanking hard on the ends of the sash in back, making him stagger before she tied them. "Now let's stop the whining, because that won't change a damn thing and I'm sure by now your headache should be long gone." "Yes, it's gone," Justin said as she closed up her diaper bag and packed up his other clothes. "Good, because now we can get your bows back in then," said Lynne, opening the door. "I told you it's the little tweaks that make all the difference, so they are going to look even prettier with your new haircut" "Fantastic?" said Justin sarcastically. "Excuse me miss, and yes it is Justina!" said Lynne, signaling the woman and dragging him over. "She's ready and you can put them in now." "Wow?" said the woman, waving him over. "Come stand here Justina, and that dress is amazing." "Thank you," Lynne smiled, showing the woman the bows. "I was nervous at first until I put it on her, because I bought it online, but honestly it looks even better than I hoped it would." "Well, great choice! Pink is definitely her color," said the woman, brushing behind his bangs now, gathering just the crown section in her fingers. "And just hand me a few pins that I'll hide under here so we can keep the length in the back and sides, yet grab just enough to do something pretty." He was standing now in front of her chair, interrupting her working on her latest client as seemingly the whole place turned, watching him. If only he could shrink down a foot or two, maybe the whole incident wouldn't be so noticeable, but of course that wouldn't be the case, as it was like all eyes seemed to be staring at him. He was beet red, looking down and avoiding any eye contact with the other patrons, as the little clear band snapped down, creating a small top pony near the middle of his crown. "Chin up, Justina, so I can get this straight," said the hair dresser, lifting his face as she looped a long silk ribbon and then tied it in a bow. From her vanity, she snipped a second piece of long ribbon, adding it and then took the huge, sparkly bows from Lynne winding them again atop his head. Pins were added to keep the bows fanned out perfectly in place, and the woman quickly took a brush to the rest of his hair. There would be another twist or two of her curling iron at the ends, but that ended quickly as she dosed him in hairspray. He walked out hand in hand with Lynne, hearing some whispers after she handsomely tipped the stylist, yet all he cared about was leaving. He now unquestionably looked like the most precious little girl in a pink dress with big bows and a delicate haircut who's only issue now was she'd looked tall for her age. He was undoubtedly stuck as the pretty princess Lynne had recrafted him into, until she'd allow otherwise, and when that moment would come he was completely unsure of. Next to the carriage he walked holding her hand as she pushed the empty stroller that served to carry all the rewards of her shopping. When finally they reached the exit, there was Janine awaiting them with the mini-van double parked, dropping down her sunglasses and jumping out of the car to help once she saw them. "Ohhh myyy gawwdd, little sister!" laughed Janine, hurrying over looking him up and down. "I know right?" smiled Lynne. "Holy shit!" said Janine, circling him. "You really don't fuck around! Do you?" "You know I don't," winked Lynne to her sister. "Not bad for a girly day's work." "Ya' think," smiled Janine, hugging her. "You clean up nice, Justina." "That she does, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed and wow! You clean up nice yourself in that! Very sexy sis?" said Lynne looking at Justin. "And what do you say, Justina?" He hated her sister, half blaming her that Lynne had done this to him, as he looked at her, shrugging his shoulders. He'd rarely seen her dressed up with her makeup done up and in heels and a short black sexy dress. With her hair actually not in a bun or clipped back, she looked like she was headed on a hot date, but instead she was their chauffeur as she took some bags from the stroller, loading the car. "It's ok," said Janine touching his face. "But I'll remember that you were rude princess, and she really does fit in this then huh?" "That she does! That Mae knows everything and she's tall for a little darling, but not tall enough not to fit," smiled Lynne, struggling to fold it up until Janine intervened. "This button and that lever. It's not that different than my double stroller you use all the time, except more heavy duty so careful with your nails," said Janine, folding it up and tossing it in the back and then noticing. "Wait, your nails!" "Yeah I figured. You know I was scratching her and right now she's sun burnt a little, plus sensitive down there with everything," said Lynne, staring at her fingers. "I'll adjust I guess." "We all do sis, and knowing you, that'll only be temporary," said Janine, slamming the back door. "But in the meantime, belt up your baby girl and let's get going." "Yup, just a second," said Lynne, looking at him. "Justina, I asked you a question before and we've talked about this numerous times now? Aunt Janine complimented you, and we will not leave this spot until you find your manners, young lady, so what do you say?" "Thank you," squeaked Justin, mortified. "No way?" said Janine. "Say that again, Justina." Justin pressed his lips together and just shook his head no, until Lynne looked at him, getting angry. "Justina!" yelled Lynne, raising her voice. "No, wait?" Janine said with a big smile on her face. "Forget thank you! Say I'm a little tea cup short and stout." "No, please," moaned Justin, hating how she was looking at him. "Justina!" Scolded Lynne. "Now say it and finish it. I know you know it since you've heard me recite it a million times to the kids." Justine looked at them, turning beet red, as underneath all this he was infuriated, yet knew he had little choice but to oblige. "Ok, ok! I'm a little tea cup, short and stout," said Justin, pausing as she looked at him, folding her arms, tapping her foot. "I'm a little tea cup, short and stout... Here is my handle, here is my spout." "Oh my gawwwdd, what a job you did here, sis," Janine shouted and then looked over at Justin. "Get in little tea cup and if that isn't the most perfect voice for a sissy I've ever heard, then consider me deaf." "I should be so lucky!" moaned Justin as Lynne belted him in. "Don't worry, you already are lucky," said Lynne, blowing him a kiss and then closing the door. When she hopped into the mini-van, she began working on her makeup in the sun visor mirror as her sister drove off. He was getting sleep,y half falling asleep from the car's motion as they seemed to drive at least a good half hour until finally he was startled awake by Lynne as she unbelted him. "Come on, sweetie," said Lynne, tapping his leg. "Time to get up." "Oh," mumbled Justin, shaking his head awake. "Where are we?" "At dinner," said Lynne, helping him from the van to his feet on the pavement. "Now wake up a bit, and you must be hungry?" "A little," replied Justin as she was twisting his skirt from sitting in the car and straightening the sleeve cuffs, annoying him. "Easy." "Now is not the time to be even a touch difficult," said Lynne, unscrewing a clear gloss and coating his lips. "Now I'm going to allow you just a little clear shine, so rub your lips together and please mind your manners if you know what's good for both of us." "What is this place?" Justin asked, as suddenly they were walking up to the porch of a big house. "This place? Well, its just one of most gorgeous houses I've ever seen, but there's so many here in Buck's County," said Lynne, fussing with his bows and then pulling at the little hairs from each direction, tightening his top pony as Janine rang the doorbell. "And I already told you. It's dinner, sweetie. Now please!" "Good evening," said a gorgeous woman in a black French maid's outfit, answering the door. "May I help you?" "Yes, hi I'm Lynne Jones and this is my sister Janine and little Justina," said Lynne. "We're here for dinner with Contessa." "Wonderful she's expecting you, ladies," said the woman, opening the door all the way. "Please come in and follow me." Across a marble foyer and then underneath a double spiral stair case they followed, as the woman led them into a beautiful parlor. Long drapes, thick shades and ornate furniture made for quite the formal setting as they looked around, studying the prominent art work. Statues, paintings and even tapestries that consisted of beautiful women made up all the d?cor and then as their necks twisted looking around, a gorgeous voice interrupted their gazing. "Well good evening ladies," said a tall, statuesque woman entering behind them. "Oh good evening to you as well, Madam Contessa," said Janine, giving a little curtesy. "This is my sister Lynne, and I'd like to present to you, Justina." "Oh Miss Janine, what a pleasure it was to speak to you yesterday, and Miss Lynne, I see you are just as beautiful as your sister," said Contessa, walking over, looking at her and taking her hands. Contessa towered over them as she was a good six feet tall, even before she stood in her spikey five inch stilettos. She was a woman that would immediately command the room, as she was stunningly beautiful with full scarlet lips and dramatic, dark smokey eyes fronting her platinum hair, which was pulled back into a large mushroom bun. Her massive breasts though would be impossible not to stare at, as they were barely covered by her tight one piece back leather dress that fit her like a glove hemming just at her knees. "Oh please? Me! You're stunning! Your photographs do not even do you justice," smiled Lynne, feeling like a midget looking up at her and then glancing towards her sister. "Plus we should all look as beautiful as my sister does after have three kids. She's amazing." "But maybe not as amazing as what you've done here though?" said Contessa, turning now to Justin, bending down and looking at him and then touching the dress, feeling the fit. "I of course recognize our seamstress's work immediately, as this is one of my favorites. I thank you for your patronage Lynne as I realize you purchased her ensemble from my special boutique, but am I really to accept this has all come out of your efforts just from today? Do I understand that properly?" "Yes Madam Contessa," Lynne answered with confidence. "We began pampering her in the middle of the night due to her potty issues, and then after some long difficult discussions, began her sissy time today." "I see," said Contessa, reaching out and taking Justin's hand. "Let's adjourn to my dining area, and then we'll discuss in detail if that was a prudent decision." "Of course," said Lynne. "And thank you for having us." "I love hosting guests, and the pleasure is all mine, ladies," said Contessa, leading him away. "Now come little one, because from the look on your face, I'm speculating that princess Justina may not agree with your decisions." "Of course I don't," Justin said as Contessa paused, looking down at him. "What a darling little voice you have, Justina?" said Contessa, lifting his chin with her sharp, pointy long red nail. "Now I'm sure you may have been confused by the way I phrased my statement, so I will let that slide this time, but when I'm ready to ask you a question, it will be perfectly clear that I'll be addressing you?" "But..." Justin objected as Lynne gave him a look to kill. "Justina?" ordered Lynne. "Ok?" said Justin, a bit disturbed. "And did you forget your manners, young lady," said Lynne. "Madam Contessa complimented your pretty little voice." "Uuummm," gulped Justin. "Thank you." "You're welcome," said Contessa, touching his bangs gently. "And let's hope you learn that young lady, because I may seem like quite the pushover, but unfortunately I've been known to put quite a number of unruly sissies over my knee should the need arise. So let's have a nice dinner, and hope it doesn't?" "Oh gawwdd," gulped Justin, half freaked out yet slightly turned on as he stared into her eyes. "Now we're getting somewhere Justina, but a higher power I am not, nor will I tolerate you even accidentally swearing," said Contessa, squeezing his hand. "Your little potty mouth will address me at all times as madam, or when you begin a sentence, preface it with Mistress Contessa." Was this some crazy porn dream he wondered, not sure if he wanted to play it out or pinch himself to wake up. He'd been enamored with all kinds of sexual fantasies, yet never experienced anything kinkier than Lynne in racy lingerie, yet had she now decided to spice up their sex life? He thought about all the wilder porn videos he'd watched, always wanting to experience the less mundane side of sex. He grinned, growing excited at the thought as they walked, thinking maybe this wasn't the way he expected to be included in a fantasy, yet maybe this could be incredible. Suddenly he realized he might be none the less, instantly liking the idea as he daydreamed about being ravaged by this tall, gorgeous amazon woman and even more so, hoping this was what this was all about. When they entered the dining room, he was salivating as she lifted him and held him inches from her big breast before something suddenly snapped down across his waist, breaking his gaze. "I'll get that, Madam Contessa," said a gorgeous servant in a blue French maid dress, wiping her bust with a napkin. "Thank you, Miss Selena," said Contessa. "And bring her a much larger bib. A little drool on my breast can be wiped, but if she gets it on the satin, then that gorgeous dress will be ruined." As the servant pushed in Contessa's chair, Justin realized he'd been placed in an elevated high chair and placed to her right. Across his lap they had snapped a big plastic tray, and then quickly a big bib was wrapped around his neck. As everyone sat and wine was poured, he suddenly saw a jar of baby food being opened and placed in front of him. "Uuumm, no thank you," said Justin, looking at the green sludge being scooped out by Miss Selena. "Give her a minute, Selena," said Contessa. "Do you not like peas, or are you not hungry yet, little one?" "Uuummm neither," started Justin, seeing her almost react. "I mean neither, Mistress Contessa." "Well then, there's no rush," said Contessa, snapping her fingers towards another servant. "But let's give her something to sooth her while we chat." Over came another servant now, screwing what looked like a rubbery small two inch penis on a bottle filled with milk and he looked up, seeing it. "No, no," Justin objected, before they shoved it right into his mouth. "Oh Justina," Smirked Contessa, softly patting his head. "Miss Evelyn will hold it and you just relax. Now don't worry little one, because here in my home there's no reason for you to do anything that the help can handle." He was freaking out a bit, having to suckle the small penis shaped nipple, feeling the milk slide down his throat as everyone watched like it was a sitcom. Not a word would be said or an eye leave their view of him as he nursed the milk slowly and then he realized it would be easier to finish it so he could stop the revolting suckling. "Feel better, Justina," said Contessa, as the servant wiped his chin and then pausing, waiting for a response. "Justina?" "Uummm maybe," nodded Justin, bright red. "Good, then eat your peas while we talk, please," said Contessa, snapping her fingers. "And prepare the second bottle in case she needs to wash it down." He watched Miss Evelyn now fill another bottle and then screw an even larger nipple on it this time, as he sat wanting to die. What he thought might be kinky fun had again turned revolting, as Miss Selena dipped the small spoon in the green baby food and raised it to his mouth. He closed his eyes, feeling the disgusting taste to slide in past his lips and then could do nothing but sit and be fed like a baby as the women were served their salads. "So while the little one is preoccupied with her dinner, let's talk about your desires, Miss Lynne," said Madam Contessa. "Yes, Madam Contessa," said Lynne. "My desires?" "Yes! So go on, dear," said Contessa. "Enlighten me?" "Oh well, I was hoping you'd be willing to train Justina," said Lynne. "That's why we came." "I do realize that Miss Lynne, but that's not what I asked you, darling," said Contessa, sipping her wine. "I asked about your desires." "Oh? Me?" said Lynne, not expecting the question. "Well I desire for my career to take off and possibly to become an entrepreneur someday. Pay off my bills, help my sister and maybe finally be happy I guess." "Interesting and admirable, Miss Lynne," said Contessa. "How I do love strong women, but there must be other desires, correct?" "You mean sexual desires?" asked Lynne. "Of course," Contessa said. "Possibly the ones your ex-boyfriend couldn't fulfill, which I'm sure is partially why we're here today, correct." "Ex! I'm no ex," Justin yelled. "Stop this crazy game now." "I believe the little darling needs to wash down her peas, ladies, and do not interrupt, Justina," Scolded Contessa as into his mouth went the bigger nippled bottle. "It is always better though for the little ones to feel as if everything is some sort of game, so let her think that if it helps, but please continue Miss Lynne." "Well it's really much more than that which has led us here," said Lynne, getting emotional. "Yes I know. I love the one about you made a sissy, so now I'm making you one," smiled Contessa, looking over at Janine, raising her glass. "Kudos to your sister, and if they ever make sissy hallmark cards, then I believe you'll be due some royalties but until then, let me here some details." "This is so hard, Contessa. At first I thought I found someone that I loved, but it was becoming a disaster," said Lynne as tears began flowing. "I would have broken it off long ago, but I just couldn't throw my boyfriend out in the street with nowhere to go, and just hoped it would change but it only got worse. Especially sexually." "Sexually," yelled Justin, spitting out the bottle. "I was hoping that's why we were here for, at least something sexually! Something kinky." "Ladies," yelled Contessa, snapping her fingers. "Our apologies, madam," said Miss Evelyn. "She's more unruly than expected." "Of course she isn't, but they get that way when they are wet," said Contessa, pointing. "Bring her to the changing table and let's see what we've got here." "Yes madam," said Miss Selena, rolling the chair across the room and then they both pulled him out slamming him right on the table. "Drink your bottle and let's see what we've got here," said Contessa as the women held up his skirt and pulled off his big panty. "Please, I cannn?" yelped Justin as they jammed the bottle right back in his mouth. "Oh my?" said Contessa as the servant slid a pad under his buttocks and pulled out the wet diaper. "You poor dear." "Please, Mistress Contessa," cried Justin, pushing it out. "I'm sorry madam," said Miss Evelyn, scared ,pushing it in hard. "She's so unruly." "I know, and it's not your fault, Miss Evelyn," said Contessa. "And it's easy to see so many problems already. Get my grey case please and a few other servants." "Of course, madam," Miss Selena complied, quickly returning. "First, I can see it must have been almost impossible to please such a dynamic woman with such a small little appenditure," said Contessa, fiddling with his manhood. "Oh you poor dear, Miss Lynne, but what I will say is for such a little guy down there, the little wanker does have quite the strong will, doesn't it." "Eeewww," said Lynne, looking down at it growing semi-errect but not hard. "Wasn't it supposed to not kind of try to? You know?" "Well it's not a perfect science, but quite controllable," said Contessa, taking a device from her bag, rapping it around his manhood. "Mae seemingly did a marvelous job on her vocal adjustment, the initial makeover and from the tight texture of the family jewels, I see excellent progress, but of course hormonally she'll need further adjustment. Hold her ladies as this will sting a bit more than previously." Around his manhood a sleeve seemed to tighten now and then out came a needle that looked like it was made for an elephant. She jammed the bottle hard into his mouth now, allowing him not to spit it out and then his arms and legs were clenched by a series of servants as in went the first needle. When it pierced the sleeve that surrounded his member, he convulsed, screaming from the sting and then never seemed to flinch again, as the next shot was emptied into his now extremely tight, shriveled testicle sack. Ten seconds of agony was followed by a second of tranquility as Miss Evelyn began coating his balls again with the paste as everyone looked on, awaiting his next reaction. "There there, little girl," smiled Contessa, holding up the huge needles so he could get a glimpse of it, purposely frightening him. "You'll feel much better now, Justina." "Oh I guess I should do that then?" said Lynne, trying to take over changing him. "No dear, they'll handle it from here and let's resume our dinner," said Contessa, interrupting. "It's been a long and trying day for you, so let my servants handle these things please. I insist and that's what they're here for." "I know, but I'm sure it also has for... you know," said Lynne as Janine interrupted her. "For Justina you mean, right?" said Janine, rubbing her back. "They know what they're doing here sis, and you've been strong all day, so don't stop now." "I don't think she's not, but please sit back down to dinner, Miss Lynne. She's already on her way to taking a cat nap and believe me, she's won't remember much," said Contessa, escorting her back to the table. "If you have a change of heart, some of the things we've done are reversible, but I've yet to have a client want that, given some time to reflect." "I'm reflecting right now, and it isn't easy," sighed Lynne, looking over, seeing Justin dozing off. "But really? No one's regretted it?" "Not a soul," said Contessa, raising her brows. "And from the looks of your wondrous work today, I highly doubt you will either." "She doesn't," said Janine, patting her sister's back. "Now sit down sis, because there's nothing to regret or even reflect on further so just eat please." "I hope you like steak," said Contessa as the servants began putting their plates down and then cutting it for them. "Yes, thank you," said Lynne, marveling at them doing everything. "Excellent!" Contessa smiled as the servant fed her the first bite. "I can ask them to make it more well done if you'd like, but I prefer it a bit bloody." "No, I don't mind it," said Lynne. "And thank you for helping us with everything,, Madam Contessa, just maybe I'm happy you didn't serve little Swedish meatballs." "Good one Miss Lynne, and that's the right mind set," Contessa pointed her head. "Scientifically speaking though, as I explained to your sister multiple times and I hope she shared with you, sissification takes time dear, so some patience is necessary." "Yes, she told me," nodded Lynne. "And it's a lot to wrap your arms around honestly." "Of course, but just think we discussed there wasn't much of man to wrap your arms around previously, so take solace in the fact sweet little girls are much easier to hug," said Contessa ,swallowing. "Also understand that the process of truly becoming one of my precious little sissies does accelerate quite rapidly once the testosterone sources or what you called 'little Swedish meatballs' are eliminated. In fact, let's say what's now quite shriveled.... well eventually dries up and dies." "You mean like they're going to just dry up and fall off?" said Lynne, almost spitting out her steak, sick to her stomach. "Well sometimes, but we prefer to snip them once they're no longer functional," said Contessa swallowing a piece of meat as a servant wiped her chin. "Now relax and finish your steak, because trust me, chopping them off is a much better option. Unfortunately I've seen a few of my little darlings scared out of their wits when something unexpected comes rolling from their diapers or panties, so that we'll need to avoid." "I think I'd freak the fuck out too," gulped Lynne, scared thinking about it. "I get it, snip and move on." "Exactly," smiled Contessa, looking over at Selena. "Miss Selena, it can't be that comfortable for her sleeping over there on the changing table. Please bring her to a spare room where she can enjoy her nap, and be so kind as to find Justina some pajamas, as I've decided I'll allow her to spend the evening. Please accomplish this without disturbing her for the time being." "So that means you'll be training her?" Lynne said, perking up. "Don't jump ahead, Miss Lynne," said Contessa. "In fact Miss Selena, please put her in something from my new line that we haven't even released yet. There will be a few that will fit her, and once she's growing restless, bring her back for dessert. By then she'll have napped a half hour or so, and if we don't wake her by then, she'll be up in the middle of the night miserable." "As you wish, madam," Miss Selena answered.