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A Sissy Fairy tale
By Missy Crystal
Chapter 1. Josh to Josie.
I got pregnant when I was sixteen. I'm not sure about the father. My
parents talked me into keeping him to be the son they always wanted. My
father died when Joshua was three. My mother and I struggled on. My
mother died last year. By then he was the son nobody wanted.
He was small for his age, so I kept him back a year. It didn't matter.
He stayed small and never developed much body hair. The doctor said
something about a hormone deficiency. At sixteen he dropped out of
school. On his own and with my lack of parenting skills he was in and out
of the juvenile court system. The leniency ended when he turned eighteen.
The next time he appeared in court the judge made it clear, either he got
counseling or he would be sentenced.
I looked in the phone book for therapists and randomly chose one. They
weren't taking any new patients. I called another. They only accepted
private insurance. I tried a few more. No, no and no. There was an ad
for a clinic that specialized in behavioral modification. I called and
explained the situation: Court ordered, yes. He turned eighteen in
April. No, just him. Height and weight? Five foot four and about a
hundred and twenty pounds. What? Where did we shop? Target, mostly.
Oh, the department. Boy's usually. Is that important? Self-image. Uh-
huh. Yes, good health. No, just me, I was a single parent. No, I have
no family support, my parents are both dead. No, I have no brothers or
sisters or anyone else who could help me. Yes, we could come in for an
evaluation tomorrow at two o'clock. Nothing about payment. I made the
appointment.
I did my best to make Josh presentable. Wrangling him into the barbershop
was more effort than it was worth, so he had a tangled mop of hair hanging
below his ears. He put up a fuss, but I made it clear. He went to the
appointment or he went to jail. We took the bus and then walked a few
blocks. We arrived at the address, a brick warehouse-like building. The
numbers on the door matched, but there was no sign. I tried the door. It
was locked. There was a black button next to it. I pushed it.
"Yes," a woman's voice responded.
I gave my name and said I had an appointment. The door buzzed opened. I
heard a click as it locked behind us. There was no doorhandle to open it
from the inside. Weren't you supposed to be able to get out if there was a
fire? Their patients must have one hell of a behavioral problem, I
thought if, they needed this much security.
We followed the hallway to a waiting area. The floor was cement and the
walls were painted white. There were two plastic chairs, a table and a
play area. The magazines on the table all were for women. On the other
side of the room was another door above which was a TV camera. I took a
seat. Josh paced around. After about five minutes he grabbed my arm and
wanted to leave. I assumed that we were being watched and that it was
some kind of test, so I reminded him of the alternative. He sat down
sullenly.
I kept looking at my watch and up at the camera. After about fifteen
minutes, the door opened. A well dressed woman walked out. "Hi, um
doctor?" I asked tentatively. She did not respond. "I'm Rebecca, um,
Becky," I continued politely. "I called yesterday. I, um, we, um, we're
here for an appointment."
"This way." I motioned for Josh as I followed behind her. "No, not him."
She pushed him back into the waiting room and closed the door. We
continued to an office. A table, desk chair and side chair were the only
furniture. There were no papers on the desk, just a computer monitor, no
books and no diplomas on the wall.
"You have a problem with your son. He can go to prison and be some black
guy's girlfriend or you can let us turn him into a sissy.
"I'm sorry. I thought we were here for counseling. You want to make him
gay?" I asked incredulously.
"Actually, a sissy. Wouldn't you prefer that?"
"Isn't it the same either way? I challenged her.
"Prison bitches are a dime a dozen. Sissies are in demand."
"How much in demand?"
"Our clients can be quite generous."
"How generous?"
"Very. Do I take it that my proposition interests you?"
"Yes."
"Excellent." She opened a drawer and took out a candy bar. "Take this
out to him and we can get started."
"Candy won't work."
"A tranquilizer will."
"You want me to drug him?"
"Of course."
"Be right back."
On my return, the monitor showed him sitting on the chair glassy eyed with
a trickle of drool running out of the corner of his mouth.
"How long will it last?"
"A few hours."
"Can I get more?"
"Keeping him docile is an important part of his training, but once he
accepts being a sissy it won't be necessary."
"What makes you think he will accept it without being drugged?"
"They all do."
"All?"
"We provide a service to a select group of men. They pay us a substantial
membership fee and in return we arrange for discrete sex with sissies."
"Here?"
"No, you won't come here or see me again. What appears to be a school
transport picks the sissies up and returns them when they're done. Where
it goes and the identity of their admirers is confidential.
"What about payment?"
"Seventy-five dollars per hour. We schedule four one hour sessions per
day, five days a week, fifty weeks a year. The weekends are yours and you
can pick your two weeks off."
I tried to do a mental calculation, but I suck at math. She must have
seen me struggling.
"Seventy-five dollars times four hours per day times five days per week
times fifty weeks comes to one seventy-five thousand dollars per year."
My jaw dropped open. "Where do I sign?"
"You don't. When you get home, you will receive packages. Instructions
for his training and everything you need will be in them.
"How long will it take?"
"Thirty days."
"Can I get an advance," I asked optimistically.
"No."
"What about the court?"
"As far as the authorities are concerned, he will be in a residential
program for rehabilitation. We will take care of the paperwork."
Josh was still in la la land when we got home. I left him in his room and
went to the kitchen for a glass of wine. I toasted myself and hoped that
whatever was in the packages would keep him under control. I didn't have
long to wait. There was a knock on the door. A box was there. It had no
name or address and whoever left it had disappeared.
I brought the box in and opened it up. It contained two CD's, three
different color bottles, three medicine syringes with corresponding
colored labels, a wooden paddle, a white and pink babydoll set with
ruffled panties and frilly tops, a pacifier with an oversize hollow
nipple, a box marked 'Suppositories', examination gloves, a black tapered
plug and packets of KY jelly. I turned on the TV and loaded the first CD
into the player:
Sissies must learn to be obedient. The brown bottle contains a strong
laxative. It is tasteless. Fill the brown syringe to the top mark and add
it to his dinner. Within five minutes he will have uncontrollable
diarrhea. Scold him for making a mess in his panties like a sissy. Put
him over you knee and use the paddle. Give him ten strokes, alternating
buttocks. Tell him that this is what happens to sissies who do not obey
their mummies. Afterwards, wash him standing in the bathtub while playing
with his penis and inserting a finger in his bottom and repeating that
mummy makes good sissies happy. Dress him in the white babydoll set.
Fill the red syringe to the top mark from the red bottle and squirt it
into his mouth. If he resists, pinch his nose shut until he opens it.
Tell him that sissies obey their mummy or they get punished. The liquid
tastes bad, but it is harmless. Use the white syringe to fill the
pacifier from the white bottle. It will seep out and numb his tongue. He
will suck on it to remove the bad taste. It also contains a tranquilizer.
Before bed, use a glove to open one of the suppository packages and insert
it at least half a finger's length into his bottom. It is a sedative
which will put him to sleep within a few minutes and keep him asleep for
eight hours. Lubricate the plug and insert it fully. The sedative will
make him compliant. Tell him that sissies obey their mummies and if they
are good sissies and do what their mummy says, their mummy will make them
feel good. Leave the plug in all day.
I put the brown bottle in the kitchen and the red bottle in the bathroom
with the babydoll set. I filled the pacifier and put it on the nightstand
in his bedroom with a suppository, a glove, the plug and the lubricant.
Back downstairs, I poured myself another glass of wine and got ready. I
emptied a can of Spaghetti-O's in a bowl, heated it and added a syringe
full of the laxative. I put the paddle on the counter within easy reach.
As he was finishing the last spoonful, he scrunched up his face, looked at
me miserably and doubled over. From the sound and smell, the stuff
worked. I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him towards
me. "You made a mess in your panties like a sissy." He tried to pull
away, but I held on. "No you don't. You made a mess in your panties like
a sissy and you're going to be punished." I pulled him over my knee,
grabbed the paddle and started smacking him. "One, two, three ..." I
counted out as he was kicking and screaming.
I dragged the sobbing soon-to-be sissy upstairs and shoved him into the
shower. The directions said a bathtub, but we didn't have one. "Stand
still you sissy or you're going to get another spanking." I stripped off
his clothes, took the soap and began to wash him, lightly rubbing his
crotch and sliding my hand around to slip a soapy finger in his butt. He
jumped at the intrusion. "You need to be clean inside and out. Now stay
still or you will get another spanking. "Mummy makes good sissies feel
good." I worked on him for about ten minutes, then took him out and
toweled him off.
I took the ruffled white panties and slid them up his legs. "Sissies wear
what their mummy tells them or they get punished," I warned him. Not that
his compliance mattered. I had the red syringe ready. I grabbed him by
the nose and when he opened his mouth to protest, I squirted it in. His
eyes went wide and he started to sputter and make gurgling noises, drool
running down his chin. "sissies do what their mummy tells them or they
get punished." I slipped the frilly top on, stood him up and pulled him
down the hall into my bedroom.
"Sissies obey their mummy and if they are good sissies they get rewarded."
I picked up the loaded pacifier. "This will make your mouth better.
Open." He gave me a worried look. "Open." His mouth parted tentatively
and I put it in. He made a face, expecting it to be more punishment.
Then he relaxed and started sucking. "Good sisses who obey their mummies
get rewarded," I confirmed.
After sucking on the pacifier for a few minutes he calmed down. I and
left him propped against the pillows. Back in the kitchen, I poured
myself another glass of wine. Whatever else, the drugs were working and I
wanted to find out what was in store for him the next day.
While he is asleep, take all of his clothes and toys out of his room.
Refill his pacifier. Keep him in his babydoll set after he wakes up.
Tell him to lift up his top and show you his panties. Say that good
sissies always wear pretty panties. Have him walk around the room
exposing his panties and follow your directions to hop, skip and twirl.
Keep telling him that mummy likes him in his pretty panties. Take the
pink set. Tell him to take off the babydoll set he is wearing and put
them on. Scold him for not obeying quickly enough and use it as a reason
to give him another syringe full from the red bottle. Say good sissies
always do what their mummy tells them. Wait one minute. Ask him if he
wants his pacifier. Tell him that good sissies say 'Yes please mummy'
when they are asked a question. Make him say it multiple times. Give him
back the pacifier. If he takes it out or drops it, give him another
syringe full from the red bottle. Wait a minute and ask him if he wants
his pacifier. If he has not learned his lesson, say the correct response,
'Yes please mummy," and make him say it multiple times. Keep the pacifier
in for fifteen minutes every hour for maximum effect. Have him dance
around showing off his panties for thirty minutes. Swat him with the
paddle if he resists or stops. He can have a normal breakfast. After
breakfast, exchange this CD for CD two. Repeat the panty show until dinner
time.
Since he was in my bedroom, I didn't need to wait until he was asleep to
clean out his room. I gathered everything up, put it all in a trash bag
and brought it down to the dumpster. I laid out the pink babydoll set for
him to wear in the morning. He was still slumped against the pillows when
I looked in. I went to the kitchen and poured another glass of wine.
I stalled until ten o'clock and then moved him back to his own room. I
took out the pacifier and rolled him onto his stomach. He tried to turn
over. "sissies who don't do what their mummy tells them get punished. Do
you want more medicine?" He stopped struggling. I got the suppository
ready and stuck it in up to my first knuckle. He bucked at the intrusion.
"Stay still," I warned him. After a few minutes he started to fall
asleep. I lubed the plug, shoved it into place, pulled up his panties and
rolled him on his back.
After dinner I played the second CD. He had to listen to a nursery rhyme
and repeat it with a proper lisp: Mawy hadth a widdle wamb, ith fweece
wath thwhite ath thnow. Evwy where that Mawy wenth the widdle wamb would
go.
The alarm went off at six o'clock. He was still asleep. I made myself a
cup of strong black coffee to make up for over-celebrating with the wine.
When I checked again, he was just waking up. I picked up his pacifier.
"Open." He was still half asleep. "Good sissies do what their mummy
tells them or they get punished." I put down the pacifier and picked up
the red syringe. "Open." He started to cry. "Sissies do what their
mummy tells them. Open." He gave a wimper. I pushed the syringe between
his lips and squirted. "Good sissies do what their mummy tells them."
"Do you want your pacifier?" He nodded. "Good sissies say yes, please
mummy." I held the pacifier out. "Good sissies say yes, please mummy." I
picked up the red syringe. "Good sissies say, yes, please mummy." He
broke into tears. I put the syringe down and picked up the pacifier. "Do
you want you pacifier?"
"Wthwfftmph," was all he could manage with the residual effects of the
syringe.
"Do you want your pacifier?"
"Yewthpweafthmmmth."
"Do you want your pacifier?"
"Yewth," he struggled with the words, "pweath." He closed his eyes and
concentrated. "Mmummth," he finally managed.
I helped him into the bathroom and sat him on the toilet. He might as
well start peeing like a girl. "Good sissies sit down to use the toilet."
He still had the plug in and didn't understand. "Just pee. Bad sissies
who don't use the toilet and wet their panties get a spanking." When he
finished. I gave him a piece of toilet paper. "Wipe yourself. I don't
want pee in your pretty panties." He looked at me blankly. I took the
toilet paper and dabbed. "Pull up your pretty panties."
Back in my bedroom, he pranced about under my supervision. Every so often
I made up an excuse to swat him with the paddle. "Twirl for me. Faster.
Again. Good sissies love to show off their pretty panties." Whack,
whack. Between the tranquilizer and his performance, after half an hour I
could see he was tired. "Will you be a good sissy and do what mummy tells
you?" He nodded. I took the pacifier out of his mouth. "Use your sissy
words."
"Ummm," he mumbled.
I picked up the red syringe. He cringed back and started to cry.
I put the syringe down. "Good sissies say yes, please mummy."
"Yewth, pweath mummy."
I took him to the kitchen and gave him breakfast. When he finished, I
gave him back the pacifier to suck on. I brought him into the living room
and started the CD player. "Listen." He looked confused. The CD played
the nursery rhyme again and again. I stopped it and took out his
pacifier. "Sissies do what their mummy tells them or they get punished."
He looked worried. "Say Mary had a little lamb like you just heard." I
picked up the red syringe.
"Mahwry hadth a ..." He paused trying to remember the words.
"You know Mary had a little lamb. Say it."
"Mahwry hadth a widdle wamb," he continued. "Ith, ith ..." He started to
cry. I put down the syringe and started the CD. After it played a few
more times, I told him to try again. He did better. By the fifth time he
was able to repeat it. I let him have his pacifier to keep his mouth numb
and refresh the tranquilizer. We continued to alternate between reciting
and the pacifier all morning.
After lunch, I had him change into the white babydoll set and show off his
frilly sissy panties. We did that off and on for an hour, took a break
and then spent another hour working on his speech. In the afternoon I let
him relax. We followed the same nighttime routine, dosing his meal with
the laxative, punishing him for messing his panties, rewarding him in the
shower and inserting the suppository and plug at bedtime.
The woman was right. By the tenth day of following the instructions, Josh
was completely compliant. He grimaced, but opened up for his punishment,
he was resigned to being spanked for making a mess in his panties after
dinner, changed nighties, showed off his pretty panties, used his sissy
words and accepted his suppository and plug without resistance. All three
bottles were almost empty, so I expected to receive more supplies and
instructions.
In the morning, there was a knock on the door and another anonymous box
was there. It was larger than the first. Inside were two CD's, a refill
for the pacifier and a number of paper wrapped packages. I took one out.
It was labeled 'Catholic Schoolgirl'. Inside was a plaid jumper, short-
sleeved white cotton blouse with a peter pan collar, white cotton panties,
white ankle socks and black leather Mary Janes. 'Swimwear' had a tank
suit, skimpy two piece and a micro bikini. 'Japanese School Girl' had a
blue pleated skirt, white sailor pullover top, red scarf, pink hipster
panties with a bow, blue knee socks and black flats. 'Party' had a frilly
pink dress with full petticoats that ballooned out a short skirt, white
nylon panties with three rows of ruffles across the bottom and frilly lace
around the waist and leg openings, white nylon ankle socks with ruffled
lace tops and pink T-strap shoes. Underneath the packages was a box
labeled 'Baby' with cloth diapers, diaper pins, pink plastic pants, a
romper with a snap crotch, a baby bottle and a container marked 'Formula'.
Another box had a doll with doll clothes that matched the costumes. The
final box had fleet enemas.
It was going to be fun dressing Josh up in girl's clothes, but I wasn't
enthusiastic about treating him like a baby. My mother handled that. I
shrugged. They knew what they were doing. I played the first CD:
Sissies must learn to be feminine. Use a girl's name and female
references. Ask her repeatedly to say her name and whether she is a girl.
Spank her for not remembering. Roleplaying is a necessary part of her
activity. Dress her in the Catholic schoolgirl costume. Tell her that
good sissys love to play dress up. Describe each item as you dress her so
that she will be familiar with wearing girl's clothes. Undress her and
dress her again. Ask her to tell you about her clothes as you put them
on. Have her dress and undress herself repeatedly. Compliment her on
being a very pretty sissy. Give her the doll. Tell her that the good
sissys love to play with their dolly. Have her dress the dolly in the
same outfit she is wearing. Have her undress and dress the dolly. Tell
her that good sissys always have their dolly with them or they get a
spanking. Repeat for each of the outfits. Continue with the pacifier and
her sissy speech program. Follow her nighttime bath and plug routine. Put
her in diapers, plastic pants and the romper to sleep in. Fill the baby
bottle with milk and add a teaspoon of the formula. It contains a
diuretic and sedative to replace the suppository. When she wakes up in
the morning, keep her in the diapers until she wets them. Encourage her
to use them by saying the good sissys use their diapers to go potty.
Change her and give her an enema. Tell her that good sissys always keep
themselves clean. After she expels the enema replace the plug.
"Good Morning Josie, time for good girls to get up." She looked confused.
"Your name is Josie and you are a girl." I put the pacifier in her mouth.
"Your name is Josie and your are a girl." She Sucked on her pacifier. I
took out the pacifier. "Say my name is Josie and I am a girl." No
response. "Sissies who do not say what their mummy tells them get a
spanking. Now," I said sternly, "say my name is Josie and I am a girl."
"My name ith Jothie."
"I am a girl. Say it."
"I'm a girl."
"Again. My name is Josie and I am a girl."
"My name ith Jothie and I'm a girl."
"Good girl. I have something special for you to wear today. This is a
jumper. Say jumper." She repeated it. "Say mummy please may I wear my
pretty jumper." I waited. "Girls say what their mummy tells them or they
get a spanking. Now, say mummy please may I wear my pretty jumper."
"Mummy, pweath may I wear my pwetty jumper."
"Yes, Josie, you can wear your pretty jumper."
I went through the same routine with the rest of her outfit. It took
about a half hour before she was able to identify them: "Pwetty pantieth.
Jumper. Blouth. Thox. Mahwry Jaynth." I got her dressed, then
undressed and dressed again. Then I had her dress and undress herself
until I she was able to tell me what she was wearing and put it on without
coaching. She looked like an adorable schoolgirl.
After breakfast I had her change into the other costumes. "My name ith
Jothie. I'm a girl. Thkirt, dweth, blouth, pwetty pantieth. Pwease may
I wear my pwetty clowth," we drilled as she danced and pranced for me,
lifting her skirt to show off her panties. After a beak and session with
her pacifier, we did a half hour of the sissy speech CD. Then lunch and
dolly playtime.
I was surprised how easily Josie was being transformed. I never thought
about having a daughter, but then she wasn't really a girl I reminded
myself. She was what the woman had said, a sissy. And a source of future
income. At least for me, the best of both worlds.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was time for the
next stage of the program. The small box contained three CDs, a pink
bottle and corresponding syringe, a penis shaped pacifier, a box labeled
'Trainer', a realistic pink rubber penis, a bottle of lubricant with a
dispenser top and a larger plug.
I went to her room and checked on Josie. She was sitting on the floor
with her legs spread open playing with her dolly. If she was a girl, I
would have explained that proper young ladies keep their legs together.
Given that part of her training was to show off her panties, there was no
need. "Thith ith a jumper. Thee, it goeth wif thith pwetty blouth. And
theeth pwetty pantieth are jutht wike the oneth I'm wearing." She held up
the panties to show the doll. She looked at me in the doorway. "Hewwo
mummy."
I went back to the living room and put the first CD in the player:
Sissies must learn to please their daddies. Replace the white bottle with
the pink bottle for filling her new pacifier. It has a lower dose of
tranquilizer and will not numb her tongue, so that she can use it more
frequently and work on her oral skills. Assemble the stool. Instructions
are included. Have her watch and follow CD two every morning, afternoon
and evening. Tell her that sissies never ever touch themselves without
permission and punish her if she does. Continue with her other daily
routines, except change the baby routine to the morning to teach her that
watersports are part of playtime and not bedtime. Empty out any remaining
contents of the brown, red and white bottles and syringes, wash them out
and discard them.
I opened the stool kit and read the instructions. When assembled, it was
two feet high with a threaded hole in the center, and four black rubber
pegs with rounded tops, increasing in length and diameter, and a bolt in
the bottom that screwed into the hole. The training purpose of the
attachments and bottle of lubricant was obvious. I changed to CD two. It
showed sissies in frilly party dresses lifting up their skirts, pulling
down their panties and pegging themselves to a slow count of ten, resting
and repeating. It struck me how careful the Society was about protecting
itself. By themselves, the CD's were just wanking material and the other
items could come from any adult store.
"Josie, come here." She came to me holding her dolly. I took the
pacifier out of her mouth and held out the new one I had filled. "Open."
She looked at it and hesitated. "Good sissies obey their mummy or they
get punished. Open." I watched as she tentatively sucked on it and then
relaxed. "Good sissies who obey their mummy get rewarded. Keep sucking."
I waited a minute then I took it out. "Do you want your pacifier back?"
She knew the correct answer.
"Josie, we have a new sissy game to play. Turn around and bend over." I
removed her plug. As she watched, I attached the smallest of the pegs to
the stool, pumped on lubricant and pointed to it. "I want you to do just
like the video. The peg goes in you bottom." I guided her. "Good
sissies do what their mommy tells them or they get punished. Sit down on
the peg." I held on to her shoulders and guided her as her as she lowered
herself. She gasped as the peg went in. I pushed her down until she was
seated and started the CD. "Do just like the good sissy in the cartoon.
Stand up and then sit down again. "Up." I kept pressure on her
shoulders, so that she squatted over the plug. "Down. One. Up. Down.
Two. Up. Down. Three. Keep going." I rewarded her with milk and a
cookie after she completed the first round. By the end of her fourth day
on the stool, she was impaling herself easily on the largest of the pegs.
Whether it was the drugs, the program or her nature, by the third week,
Josie was completely submissive. I wondered what it would have been like
if she had been born female. Would we have done mother and daughter
things? Being a girl didn't help me get along with my parents. Having a
sissy was better.
The next box arrived on Sunday. It just held a small black leather
shoulder bag. Inside the bag was an envelope with instructions:
Dress your sissy in her Catholic school uniform and have her carry this
bag. Be with her on the sidewalk in front of your apartment building at
8:00 AM on Monday. A van will pick her up. When the door opens, walk her
to the van, put her in the seat closest to the door and buckle her seat
belt. Do NOT get in the van and do NOT speak with the driver. The van
will drop her off at 3:00 PM. Check her bag for further instructions when
she returns. Continue with her regular home routine.
The woman at the interview said that it was a one month's program, so I
assumed Josie was going to get some actual sex training. Would she enjoy
being a sissy? Did it matter? Not really. We needed the money.
TO BE CONTINUED
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