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MAKE ME A SISSY STAR!
A reader-guided story
Part 1
Ever since I can remember, I've wanted to be a model. Some people might
think that sounds shallow or basic, but I've never really bothered what
other people think.There are those who are born to perform surgery or
write novels or govern a country; I was born to strut on a catwalk.
I'm not bragging when I say I am perfectly suited to modeling. I'm 5'9,
which is the perfect, average male height beloved by most designers. I'm
lightly built but keep myself in awesome shape in the gym, so clothes
hang on me just right. My face is symmetrical, with strong cheekbones, a
well-defined jaw, a small, shapely nose and soft lips. I have plenty of
straight, dark brown hair. I take instructions very well, have a very
high tolerance for boredom, and like nothing more than being the centre
of attention. Oh, and I'm not bitchy, unlike most of the wannabe divas
you'll find in fashion circles.
Yes - I am a born model, and my career was, until last year, on the verge
of going stratospheric. My calendar was filling up with live events,
magazine shoots, TV commercials and celebrity parties, surrounded by the
most beautiful, talented and artistic people in the world. My agent was
taking bids from at least three couture brands who all wanted me as their
exclusive model, and I would soon start bringing home real money. At last
I would be able afford to leave my shared apartment behind and get a
place of my own!
And then - the pandemic hit. The entire fashion industry shut down (along
with the rest of the country, I guess), and suddenly I was trapped in the
apartment with nothing to do but watch TV and work out. No catwalks. No
photographers. No parties. Just me and my two flatmates, day in, day out.
As flatmates go, they weren't so bad, I guess. Mark was a graphic
designer for a serious magazine that I'd never read -quiet and a bit
intense, he worked from home even before the pandemic, usually dressed in
a faded t-shirt and baggy jeans. But at least he kept in pretty good
shape, and never complained about my monthly houseparties, so he wasn't a
total loss. We'd got stoned together a few times in the early days, and
he genuinely seemed interested in my stories of the fashion world.
Cat, on the other hand, was prickly as all hell. She lived in the attic
room, which was at least twice as big as Mark's and my rooms put
together, and went out of her way to avoid us both. She had her own
little kitchen and bathroom, so our paths only really crossed on the
stairs, or when she barged into my parties to complain about the noise at
2am.
In her favour, she was slim and tall - maybe a tiny bit taller than me-
with long black hair and very pale skin. She had immaculate fashion
sense, and on the rare occasions when I did see her she was always
perfectly made up and wearing a strappy heel. I'd thought about trying to
get her into bed a few times, but decided it would be too messy to start
something with a flatmate. Plus whenever she saw me she seemed to be
pissed off at me for one reason or another.
You can see why I wasn't exactly thrilled about being locked in with only
these two for company. But, sometimes, you just have to make do with what
you've got. I don't have any family, had actively avoided any
relationships that lasted more than a week, and had no interest in
pretending to have fun with my friends over Zoom. After a month at home,
I was bored and lonely and frustrated.
So, when Cat padded into the sitting room one quiet Friday night and
arranged herself on the sofa next to me, I jumped at the chance for some
actual human contact. Playing it cool, I kept my eyes on the TV and
silently handed her my joint. She took a long draw and let it out slowly
before handing it back.
We sat in silence for a minute.
"Are you gay?"
I glanced at her in surprise. She was looking at me with a calculating
expression on her face. "Not really, no. Why do you ask?"
"Do you want to make some serious money?"
I laughed. "Thanks, but if you're looking to hire someone out as a rent
boy I think you'd find my prices too high. Maybe ask Mark?"
Cat rolled her eyes. "No... nothing like that. Tell you what, come up to
my room and I'll show you what I have in mind."
Without a second's thought, I flicked off the TV. Although it wasn't
uncommon for women to invite me back to their rooms, I was a little
intrigued about what exactly she could be after. "Alright. Nothing on,
anyway!"
Cat smiled and uncurled from the sofa. "Believe me, you won't regret it!"
I hadn't been up to Cat's room since the landlord first showed me round.
It had been empty then, and I was astonished by how much Cat had
transformed it. Although it was really one big space, she had divided it
up with heavy drapes so that it felt almost like a full-sized apartment
with several rooms.
Cat pushed aside a drape and led me into a snug sitting room area. I was
impressed - she certainly had style when it came to home d?cor. The
lighting was gentle, the sofa was luxurious, and a well-proportioned
sideboard held an inviting array of drinks.
Confident that I was onto a sure thing, I settled on the sofa and undid a
couple of my shirt buttons while Cat mixed me a drink. She was very good
with her hands, and I couldn't help feeling a little aroused watching her
mix and squeeze and pour the cocktail.
She handed me the drink and settled down on the sofa next to me.
"You're a model, aren't you Henry?" I nodded, strangely gratified that
she knew something about me.
"And a pretty good one, from what I've seen. A rising star! Tell me, what
is it that you want in life, Henry?" she purred. "Love? Money? Power?
Fame?" I took a sip my drink and thought about that. Her attention was
quite intoxicating.
"I'm not really interested in power or love," I said. "Fame would be
nice, I guess. But what's the point in being famous unless you have lots
of money? So I guess, yeah -fame is probably the thing I want the most."
"Interesting. Do you not have a girlfriend across the other side of town
waiting desperately to stroke those tight abs of yours then?"
I noted the mention of my abs - always a good sign. "No - I'm not really
a relationship guy."
"I see. Well... what would you say if I told you I could make you famous
and rich in just two weeks?"
I laughed. "I'd say bring it on!" I took a big swig of my drink to
underline the point. It was very good!
"Mmmmm - bold choice! I like that in a man! What if I told you it would
involve a little pain and suffering to get there?"
"No pain no gain, right?" I was starting to feel quite warm and relaxed.
"It's like I always say in the gym: if it doesn't hurt, you're not doing
it right!"
Cat chuckled at that. "So true! Do you know what? I think you're just
what I've been looking for, Henry. Quite, quite perfect!" My eyes started
to blur, and her voice seemed to be coming from a long way away.
"And to think, you've been right under my nose this whole time..." After
that, there was just blackness.
--
"At last! Ladies and gentlemen, he seems to be coming round!"
I blinked in the sudden glare of bright, white lights that seemed to be
pointed directly at my face. I struggled to sit up, but for some reason I
couldn't move at all.
"Whas going on?" I slurred, my voice little more than a whisper. "Cat?" I
remembered sitting on Cat's sofa chatting and then... nothing. I strained
to look around me, but all I could see was that blinding white light.
"Ladies and gentlemen - meet my latest contestant! As you can see, he's a
fine-looking young man in great physical shape, though he may be a little
confused right now. He wants to be famous, but even more than that he
wants to be rich! Please give a big hand for HENRY!" The voice sounded
like Cat's. But who on earth was she talking to?
A volley of electronic pings echoed around him.
"Thank you! Let's see if we can help Henry reach his dreams! As you know,
ladies and gentlemen, the rules are simple. You vote - I transform! At
the end of two weeks we put our creation through a series of special
sissy tests and if he succeeds he'll win the jackpot prize of TEN MILLION
POUNDS!
"So... without more ado... let's get voting and play.... MAKE ME A SISSY
STAR!"
The light shining in my eyes flashed and then dimmed slightly. I stared
in horror.
In front of me was a large camera with a long lens. It was mounted on
some sort of articulated robotic arm, a red light winking brightly on its
side.
Behind the camera was a huge mirror. In it was reflected a large, white
room not unlike an operating theatre, filled with small carts and
trollies and benches, all neatly covered with green cloths.
In the middle of the room was a long black leather chair, not unlike a
dentist's chair. In it sat a man, completely naked and exposed, with
frightened eyes staring straight at me. I realised with a start that I
was looking at myself.
Cat strode into view... but she looked completely different. She'd
changed her outfit, and was now wearing a latex nurse's outfit that
hugged her curves, and tall black boots that made her seem even taller
than she was. Her eye makeup, which had previously been subtle and
natural-looking, was now dark and smoky, and her lips were painted a
vivid scarlet. She was holding a compere's microphone in one hand and an
envelope in the other. She smiled wickedly at the camera.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen you've met the contestant so the moment
you've all been waiting for has arrived. Which part of Henry's body will
we work on first? Let's find out..."
A drum roll echoed through the room as she slowly opened the envelope and
withdrew a printed card.
"The Face! I love it - so many options! So - what changes would you like
to see made to Henry's face? Would you like to see his lips defined with
permanent makeup? Or maybe plumped with fillers? Would you like me to
pluck his eyebrows or perm his lashes? Botox his forehead, or re-shape
his jaw bone? No idea is too outrageous for our aspiring sissy! I can
offer almost any treatment- I have the tools, and I have the talent. But
the choice... is yours!"
--
So, dear reader, you are the audience. Henry's fate is in your hands, and
the choice is now yours. Here are the rules:
In the next episode, Henry will receive three treatments on his face,
live on air. Which ones he receives will depend on your votes, and on the
votes of my patrons.
Below is a list of possible treatments. Please add your vote in the
comments - the three treatments with the most votes will win and will be
carried out in Part 2.
Additional treatments can be added in the comments, and subsequent votes
will count.
Treatments:
Eyebrow Pluck
Eyebrow Tint
Eyebrow Wax
Eyelash Perm
Eyelash Tint
Facial Electrolysis
Lip Fillers
Lip Implants
Mystery Tattoo
Permanent Eye Liner
Permanent Lip Liner
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