Sissy Outed part 1 Helen finds out
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As I walked the fairly short distance between the supermarket and Helen's
flat, I was aware of an increasing sense of trepidation. Although by this
time I was reasonably confident when being seen on the street in girls'
clothes, I was more aware than usual of being a boy who had been forced
to wear feminine attire. OK, "forced" is perhaps too strong a word. I had
liked dressing in girly things while in the privacy of my own home. But
since my little secret had been discovered, I knew that I had been, well,
maybe not so much "forced", but rather more than "encouraged", and
"persuaded" wasn't exactly true either...
I decided that the right word was "manipulated." A few girls who knew my
sissy preferences had conspired to get me to go a little further than I
had ever intended. And now two girls had something extra planned for me.
One of them was a strong character who clearly enjoyed her sense of
superiority over a sissy boy; the other was someone with whom I had an
emotional attraction that I was sure was mutual, but who obviously
enjoyed the feeling of empowerment that she gained from my role as the
sissy in our relationship. On previous occasions when walking home in a
skirt I had revelled in the sensuous sensations of the clothes that I
wore; the way the silky fabrics caressed my hairless skin and the way the
straps of bra and suspenders gently but insistently pulled and gripped
with each movement of my body. This evening, however, I was being made
to walk from one girl's place of work to another girl's home wearing
clothes and underwear that seemed to be mocking me, to be demonstrating
without any doubt that I was a boy who had to wear girly things. A boy
being made to be a sissy not only by the two powerful girls, but also by
the very clothes themselves.
I hesitated at Helen's front door, but she must have been watching out
for me, because the door opened before I had knocked. Helen indicated
that I was to enter. "I had an interesting chat with Alice today," she
said. "I know that she is very fond of you, but prefers you in a skirt
and stockings compared to what you usually used to wear. She'd like to
buy you some more dresses and things tomorrow. I suggested that it would
better if you had some more realistic boobs that moved more naturally
than that falsie bra you've got on. They would also feel part of you and
you would be much more aware of their presence. She agreed, and I've got
some for you. I'll fix you up with them now, and she can see them later
this evening. Then tomorrow she'll take you shopping."
She showed me a box that contained a pair of silicon breast forms and
some containers of liquid. "There you are," she said. "Your very own
boobies." She told me to take off my blouse and bra. Then she had me hold
the breast forms in place while she marked their position on my chest
with an eyebrow pencil. Next she used some spirit cleanser on a ball of
cotton wool to clean the skin where the boobs would be attached. Then,
using a new ball of cotton wool she applied adhesive to the back of the
breast forms, before carefully placing each one into its marked position.
"You have a few seconds to move them exactly into position," she
explained, "then you need to hold them in place for a minute or so." The
breast forms felt cold at first, but soon warmed up to my skin
temperature. When I stopped holding them I was surprised how heavy they
felt on my chest. Helen moistened another cotton wool ball with the
adhesive solvent and carefully wiped away excess solvent from my skin.
This also removed the pencil marks.
"So that's what you need to do to put them on," she said. "The adhesive
will last for a week or more if you want to keep them on that long. But
when you need to remove them, wipe the edge of the breast form with
solvent on cotton wool until you can peel away a little of the silicon,
then gently pull the separated edge away from your skin, while all the
time wiping the solvent on the exposed join between breast form and skin.
You'll find it only takes a minute or so to remove each breast form. The
clean any remaining adhesive from each breast form before putting it back
into the box. OK?" I nodded. "But," she went on, "don't try and remove
the breast form without using the solvent. You may remove skin with it if
you do. The fluids supplied in this box should be enough for several
months use."
She helped me on with a new bra and adjusted the straps to ensure that it
fitted correctly and was comfortable. "You should wear the bra in bed
tonight," she said as I put my blouse back on. "And have a good day
shopping tomorrow. Remember to get some more bras as well as other
clothes." Although I was delighted with my new boobies and was
concentrating on how she was adjusting the bra, at the back of my mind
there was a little niggling question: "How come she knows so much about
fitting boys with false tits?"
As I climbed the stairs to my flat this question left my mind. I felt my
new boobs bouncing a little. My bra supported them, but allowed them to
move. Very erotic. By the time I reached my front door my cock was
standing to attention. As I stepped inside and closed the door I was back
in my private space. I wanted more than anything else to release the
pressure in my throbbing maleness. But I daren't touch myself. Alice
would be here before long and she would expect my cock to be ready for
her.
I prepared a meal for Alice and myself. Each time I opened a cupboard
door or bent over to reach something from the refrigerator I was reminded
of the extra weight on my chest. Now my bra straps were not just touching
my back and shoulders, they were supporting my new boobies. Somehow this
made me more aware of my other underwear; my suspender-belt gripping my
waist and tugging at my stocking-tops, my silky knickers brushing the
cheeks of my bottom, caressing my hairless balls and supporting my erect
cock. By now I was used to the sensation of not wearing trousers, but I
was reminded of the feeling of vulnerability when wearing a skirt. How
careful I had to be to avoid flashing stocking-tops, or even my knickers.
And if I did, I would not be just showing my underwear, but also the
unmistakeable outline of what I had in my knickers.
So I was in quite an aroused state when Alice arrived. I gave her a hug.
"Ooh," she giggled, "you ARE pleased to see me! Or is it just the effect
of your new tits?" I admitted to both.
We went to bed early. I'm afraid I couldn't hold back very long and soon
after Alice had straddled me and her warm juicy cunt had enveloped my
engorged cock, I seemed to be pumping an enormous quantity of cum into
it. Her strong cunt muscles squeezed out the last drops before she re-
positioned herself to allow me to lick out what I had just pumped in.
Soon afterwards I fell into an exhausted but contented sleep.
In the shower next morning, having boobs to wash was a delicious new
sensation. They seemed to be really part of me; the powerful medical
adhesive showed no sign of releasing its hold. Out of the shower I dried
myself on the towel, taking particular care to gently dry my boobies.
They felt wonderful, although they did not match my skin tone. I realised
that they were not real girly tits; they were the tits of a sissy. Alice
let me put on my underwear before checking all my measurements. Standing
there in my bra, knickers and stockings while she used a tape measure to
check bust, waist and hip sizes, reminded me (if such a reminder were
necessary) that she was in control.
After breakfast we went out on a shopping marathon and arrived back in
the afternoon laden with our purchases; several new bras, three dresses,
some skirts and tops, a couple of mini nightdresses, two pairs of shoes,
more stockings and slips. And more knickers (of course!). Most of the
purchases went on my credit card (a couple of shop assistants raised
their eyebrows a little at the male name on my card, but others didn't
notice or perhaps didn't care). But Alice treated me to the nightdresses,
the knickers and one of the frocks.
I didn't really feel like cooking after the excitement of the shopping
trip, so we ordered a pizza. Later I changed into one of my new
nightdresses. It would have been just long enough to cover my knickers,
had I been wearing any. I was able to stay hard long enough for Alice to
pleasure herself riding me, but after she had finished with me I felt
totally drained, as if my balls were empty.
We slept late on Sunday, then had a leisurely lunch in a nearby
restaurant before Alice went back home. Back in my flat I tried on some
of my new clothes, and decided to keep my boobs on overnight. I set the
alarm clock earlier than usual to allow time to remove the adhesive as
Helen had shown me. I put on a nightdress and some matching knickers. No
erection tonight. My tired cock nestled comfortably in the soft panties
and I was soon asleep.
I got up early as planned. I was a little sad that I need to remove my
titties and be flat-chested again. This was the week when the publicity
team would be making the corporate video and I would need to be wearing
boy-clothes all week. Well, boy outer clothes, at least. I would (of
course) be wearing feminine underwear. I took off my night clothes and
went across to the box that the false boobies had been in. But when I
opened the box it was empty! I knew that originally it had contained
containers of adhesive, skin cleanser and the solvent needed to remove
the boobies. I searched the dressing table and all my drawers, and then
looked through the bathroom cabinet, then the kitchen cupboards. But I
realised that someone - either Alice or Helen - had removed the solvent
in order to prevent me removing my titties.
I had a shower, all the time trying to think what I should do. My first
thought was to wear my boy-clothes, but a quick look down reminded me
that my boobies were not exactly minimal. I would definitely be a boy
with a bust! I decided that I would have to go to the office in girl
mode. Perhaps the publicity team would not be in our part of the office
on the first day, and maybe I could contact Alice or Helen to get hold of
the missing solvent this evening...
I dressed carefully, taking care with my appearance (just in case I was
going to be photographed). At least I had several changes of clothes
after the weekend shopping!
When I arrived at the office, Rose was waiting for me. She didn't seem at
all surprised to see me in girl's clothes. "Well, you look very pretty
already," she remarked, "but just let me boost your make-up a little. You
want to look your very best in the photos, don't you?" As she did this,
it became clear to me that there had been a co-ordinated plan to feminise
me for the publicity shoot. It was evident that Rose knew that I had been
fitted with false boobies over the weekend and also that I would not have
been able to remove them this morning.
And there was no escaping the publicity team. They started about 10
o'clock. There were to be still photos for handouts as well as the video.
I was photographed with a group of the girls. "We used to have a boy in
the office, but now we've got Didi," explained Rose. I felt a little
tingling in the end of my cock when she said this. I desperately hoped
that I wouldn't get an erection. That would NOT have looked good on the
publicity photos.
I called in at the supermarket on my way home from work. I had intended
to challenge Alice about whether she had taken the stuff I needed to
remove my boobs. But the store was very busy. At the checkout she smiled
and told me I looked very pretty today. I didn't have the nerve to ask
her about the missing items while there was a queue of shoppers behind
me.
I knocked on Helen's door on the way up to my flat. She also told me how
nice I looked. I explained my predicament. "Well," she replied, "I can
get you some more of the fluids, but not until tomorrow evening at the
earliest. But I understand from what you tell me that you have to stay in
girl mode all week while the photo-shoot is going on, don't you?" I
nodded. "OK, I'll bring the fluids up to your flat as soon as I can get
them," she continued. "You may find that you need to renew the adhesive
before the weekend. Sometimes the skin can get itchy if you perspire a
lot. If this happens just remove the falsies and clean the skin -
probably best to have a shower - then fix the boobies back on again."
I went on to my flat, now resigned to the fact that I would be wearing
female clothes for the rest of the week. But somehow, facing the reality,
and accepting it, made me feel more relaxed, less worried. I started to
enjoy the sensations of my clothes, almost as if I were wearing knickers
and stockings, bra and skirt for the first time.
I slept well, after what had been quite a stressful day and dressed for
work the next day in a much more positive mood than on the Monday. In
fact the rest of the week seemed to fly by. I was feeling more natural
and was enjoying my work. On the Friday Miss Roberts called me into her
office. "Well, Didi," she said. "I was a bit surprised to see you in a
skirt on Monday, but in fact your clothes suit you. You seem to be
working well and the other girls accept you for what you are. Are you
going to continue coming to work in female attire?" I didn't answer
immediately. It was a question I had asked myself. Seeing my indecision,
Miss Roberts continued. "Speaking for myself, I would be much more
comfortable if you stayed either as a boy all the time or as a girl all
the time. And if you were to keep switching, we would not be able to let
you deal directly with clients, so this would affect your prospects for
career development. So please, think about it over the weekend and come
and tell me next week what you intend to do."
Helen had provided me with some replacement fluids during the week, but
as I had not suffered any discomfort, I had not needed to renew the
adhesive on my boobies. I decided to get Alice to help me do this at the
weekend. When she arrived after work on the Friday, I showed her the
replacement fluids. "Oh, yes," she giggled, getting the original
containers out of her bag. "I hope you weren't cross with me. But if I
hadn't taken them you would not have had the opportunity to wear your
pretty clothes all week, would you? I'm dying to see the publicity
photos." She gave me a hug, then hitched up my skirt so she could fondle
my knickers and stroke the bare flesh above my stocking-tops. She could
tell from the state of my erection that I had forgiven her.
On Saturday morning Alice helped be re-attach my boobies. As I was
finishing getting dressed the phone rang. Alice answered it. She listened
to the caller and then said "Oh yes. That will be fine. See you in half
an hour. Bye." I gave her an enquiring glance. "It's your sister," she
said. "She's coming round in half an hour. Just time for a quick
breakfast."
I sipped my coffee nervously, wondering what my sister would have to say
when she saw me in a dress. As far as I was aware, Audrey did not know
about my liking for girl's clothes.
Alice answered the door when the bell rang. She brought Audrey into the
room and said "Have you met Didi?" My sister looked surprised, but not
disapproving. She gave me a good looking over and Alice told her about
what had happened to me over the last couple of weeks, including the
involvement of Helen and Rose. Audrey looked intrigued and amused. She
showed me her new engagement ring. "Actually," she said, "I was going to
ask you to give me away when I get married. But now I've changed my mind.
I'd love you to be my bridesmaid." I didn't know what to say, but Alice
clapped her hands. "How wonderful," she exclaimed. "You'd love that,
wouldn't you darling?"
Yet again, decisions were being made for me...
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