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A Sissy Fairy Tale
By Missy Crystal
Chapter 2.
"Josie, tomorrow you will be going to school."
"I don't wike thkool."
"A special school."
"I don't wike thkool," she repeated.
I looked at her sternly. "I expect you to be a good sissy.
"Yeth, mummy."
"It's time for your sissy videos and training. Pull down your panties and
lets get started"
"Yeth, mummy."
In the morning, I prepared her as instructed. After breakfast, I put the
pacifier in her bag and walked her outside. Waiting on the sidewalk, she
looked like any other girl on her way to Catholic school. At eight
o'clock a white van pulled up. It had a crest and 'St. Trinian's Academy'
in blue and gold letters on the door. The side windows were tinted and
from what I could see through the windshield, the driver was in uniform.
I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. The side door slid open.
There was a partition blocking off the front and no one else was inside.
I buckled Josie into the seat.
"Mummy?" She looked at me nervously.
"It's okay, Josie. Just be a good sissy and do what you're told. I'll
see you this afternoon."
"Yeth, mummy."
I stepped back, the door slid shut and the van pulled out. As it did, a
terrible through crossed my mind. What if they didn't bring her back? I
just put my daughter, whatever, in a strange van. I turned around to see
the license plate, but by then it was too late. I panicked. If she was
kidnapped, what would I tell the police? I met an unidentified woman in a
pretend clinic who sent me instructions to turn my son into a sissy, which
I did, and then I delivered him to them for a promise of fifteen hundred
dollars per week. How stupid could I be. Nobody was going to pay that
kind of money when they could have Josie for free. Dejectedly, I walked
back to my apartment.
I kept looking at the clock. At two forty-five I gave a sigh of
resignation, went downstairs and nervously paced the sidewalk. I looked
at my phone. It was two fifty-five. No van. At three, I panicked.
Maybe there was traffic. I looked down the street expectantly. Then I
saw a white van approaching. I walked to the curb. I saw the St.
Trinian's name and crest as it pulled over. The door opened, a girl was
in the seat. I didn't recognize her at first.
"Josie?"
"Yeth, mummy, ith me."
I unbuckled the seat belt and took her out. The door slid shut and the
van left. Whatever my fears, the Society was the real deal. I hurried
her upstairs. Inside, I admired the changes. Her hair had been permed
into soft waves with wispy bangs and lightened to a honey blonde. The
hairdresser knew their stuff, the look was innocent and beautiful. He
nails had been manicured and painted with a bubblegum pink polish, she had
a bubblegum scented pale pink lip gloss and her face had a pink glow.
"Wook, mummy." She pulled back her hair to show me two gold heart studs
in hear ears. "Ewwings." She was excited. "I had the betht time. Am I
going to thkool tomowwow? Can, I, pwease?"
"Do you like being a sissy?"
"Oh, yeth mummy. I wike it."
"Yes, Josie, you are going to school tomorrow, but we have to do your
homework now."
"Homework, whath thaht?"
"Being a good sissy and doing what your mummy tells you."
"Yeth, mummy."
"Now, go change into your party dress and then watch your videos."
"Yeth, mummy."
I was so taken with her makeover that I forgot to check the bag. There was
a hairbrush, a bottle of nail polish and remover, clear and white bottles
of solution, a tube of lip gloss, two prescription bottles and an envelope
with instructions:
Swab your sissy's ears with the solution in the clear bottle and rotate
her earrings morning and night. Have her brush her hair 100 strokes at
night and in the morning. Have her practice applying the lip gloss and
nail polish. Sissies must be well groomed. At night, teach her how to
properly cleanse her face and use the astringent in the white bottle.
Sissy's must have clear skin. Your sissy is to start on hormones. Give
her one of the purple capsules and one of the white tablets every day.
Sissies must be hairless. Teach her to shave her pubic hair, underarms and
legs. Be on the sidewalk in front of your building at 8:00 AM for pickup.
The van will drop her off at 3:00 PM. Continue with her daily program.
Josie enthusiastically took to her beauty routine. She freshened her lip
gloss, practiced removing and applying her nail polish., and constantly
fussed with her hair. From her appearance, you would never guess what she
was packing in her panties.
Tuesday morning, she was dressed in her school uniform and waiting on the
sidewalk. The van arrived, I put her in and off she went. Every day for
the past three weeks I had been occupied with supervising Josie's
training, so I was stuck at home. I spent yesterday anxiously waiting to
see if she came back. Today was the first time I had nothing to do.
I looked at my phone. It was only ten o'clock. Josie hadn't started
earning any money, so I couldn't afford to go shopping. When she did,
what would I buy. A big TV, clothes, shoes, jewelry, oh, and a car. No
more busses. Could I? Maybe I should learn about managing money. I
couldn't afford cable or the internet, so the only way I could use my
laptop was at a coffee shop with wi-fi.
I got my purse and took the bus downtown. I found a Starbucks and ordered
a latte. I started surfing. What I found was that banks were suspicious
of cash and had to report large deposits. I would also have to show where
the money came from for taxes. There had to be a way to do this. Drug
dealers and bank robbers had cash. What did they do with it? I wasn't
that smart. Maybe what I should do was finish high school. There were
lots of online programs to get my GED and it would give me something to do
while Josie was out working.
Josie was dropped off by the school van. When we got to the privacy of
our apartment, I asked her about her day.
"Oh, mummy, I had the betht time."
"You said that yesterday."
"Yeth, but today I pwayed wif my thithy thithters."
"Sissy sisters?" Tell me about them."
"Thewy're werry pwetty, wike me."
"You think you're pretty?"
"Yeth, mummy, I'm a pwetty thithy." she confirmed with a big smile.
"What are your sissy sisters' names?"
"Andwea, Thally, Thuthie, Mawia and Patthy."
"What did you do with them?"
"They hugged and kithed me hehwo and we pwayed thithy gameth."
Having friends and being included in their activities was something new
for Josie. "What kind of sissy games?"
"Firtht, our teather had us undwess each other."
"Was your teacher a man or a woman?"
"Theth a weal woman, mummy, like you."
"Then what?"
"We pwayed wifff each other's penithes to make thiffies."
"Did you get a stiffie?"
"Oh, yeth mummy. Mawie and Thally wubbed me. It wath wery nith."
Even better being the center of attention. "Was that all?"
"No. mummy. After we got stiffies we wicked them wike wowwy popth and
thucked on them. Andwea and Thally made cummieth in my mouf."
"Did you like it?"
"Yeth, mummy."
"And did you make cummies?"
"Yeth, mummy. I made cummies in Patthy's mouf."
"Anything else?"
"Oh, yeth, mummy. Our teather took out our pwugs and gave uth new oneth.
Thiny thilver and mine hath a bwue jewel. Thewy're wery pwetty. She
thaid our daddies like pretty jewelth in our bottomth.
"Well, you had a busy day. A good sissy gets rewarded. How about milk
and a cookie before you start your homework?
"Yeth, pweath mummy."
"Okay, go put on your party dress and then come back." She turned to
leave. "Wait. Lift up your jumper and pull down your panties. I want to
see your new plug.
"Yeth, mummy."
Friday was the last day of Josie's sissy training. She dressed in her
school uniform. By now she did it herself, along with the other routines.
She really was an adorable girl or at least she would be, if she really
was a girl. The school van picked her up. I went to the coffee shop and
checked out GED courses. I also stopped by a bank and got some
information about opening a checking account. I was waiting on the
sidewalk when Josie was dropped off.
"So, Josie, did you play with your sissy sisters today?"
"No. mummy, I pwayed wiff daddy."
"Just you and him?"
"Yeth,, mummy."
"Firtht, my teather took out my pwug and checked my pentih and puthy. Then
I thaht in daddy's wap and he wubbed me awl over and kithed me."
"He kissed you on the mouth?"
"Yeth, mummy. We kithed and he put hith tongue in my mouf."
"What else did you do with him?"
"He kithed and wcked my nippleth and my penith. " Her eyes widened. "He
kiithed and licked my bottom and put hith tongue and fingerth in too."
She paused and smiled. "He thpanked me."
"Did it hurt?"
"Yeth, mummy, a widdle, but," she looked down, "I kinda wiked it. It made
my bottom feel all hot and tingly."
"Did he do anything else to your bottom."
"Yeth, mummy. I wubbed and wicked his penith and he got a stiffie. I
thaht in his wap and he put it in my bottom. I bounthed wike on my thtool
and he made cummies in me and then he put it in my mouf and I cweaned it
off." My teather thaid I did a good job and daddy thaid I was the betht
thitthy ever," she said proudly. "We snuggled for a widdle while. I
thucked on his penith and he made more cummies. I thwollowed motht of it,
but there was awot and thum dwibbled out."
Looking closely I could see the remains of dried cum on her chin. "Give
me your bag. I looked inside for next week's instructions. To my
surprise and delight, there were three one hundred dollar bills. "Josie, I
am very proud of you too." I gave her a hug. "It's Friday night. You
don't have to do your homework. Go upstairs, get undressed and I will
wash you off. Then I will dress you and we can go to the mall. Would you
like that?"
"Oh, yeth pweath mummy. Can I have eyth kweam?"
"Yes, Josie, you can have ice cream. Now scoot." I gave her a swat on
the bottom and she gave a cry. "Oh, sorry, I forgot you got a spanking."
'Ith okay, mummy." She grinned and scampered off.
I washed off the dried cum, used the astringent to give her skin a pink
glow and brushed out her hair. By now she was routinely applying the lip
gloss. Her school uniform would be conspicuous on a Friday night. The
last thing I wanted to do was to have a conversation about religious
school with some random mother. The Japanese schoolgirl outfit had a navy
pleated skirt, which I paired with the white panties, white ankle socks,
Mary Janes and white short-sleeved blouse from her Catholic school
uniform.
"Josie, when we get to the mall, I want you to hold my hand the whole time
and I don't want you to talk to anyone, unless I tell you to. Remember,
good sissies obey their mummy."
"Yeth, mummy."
We were off for our first outing as mother and daughter. Other than my
trips to the coffee shop and Josie's going to school, as it were, we had
been cooped up in the apartment for a month. It was nice to be out with
normal people, even if we weren't normal people. The bus dropped us off at
the mall and we walked hand in hand to the entrance. Josie had a cute
sway I hadn't noticed before. I wasn't sure whether it was the plug or
just something she picked up as part of her training. "Do you like going
out with mummy?" She gave me a questioning look. "Good girl, but you can
answer me."
"Yeth, mummy."
Our first stop was the department store. Josie need a wardrobe and I
didn't have a lot of money, so I had to find multipurpose outfits. Josie
held onto my hand as I moved from rack to rack. I let go of her and
picked out a jean jumper and pink jersey with ruffled short sleeves. We
went into a dressing room and she tried them on.
"Josie, do you like the jumper and top? You can answer me."
"Yeth, mummy. Can I wear them?"
"You mean now?"
"Yeth."
"Yes."
We walked out to the sales counter. "My daughter likes her outfit so much
she wants to wear it. Can you cut off the tags, please."
"Of course." The saleswoman looked approvingly. "You're very pretty,"
she looked down at Josie, but she didn't answer. "Is she a model?'
Her question caught me by surprise. I hadn't thought of Josie that way.
"No, she's very shy."
"I see," taking Josie's silence as confirmation. "Too bad, she's a
natural."
"I need to shop for some underwear too. Do you want me to pay for what
she's wearing first?"
"Oh, no problem. I can ring them up together. Go ahead. You can leave
what she was wearing here while you shop."
I wanted Josie to keep feeling ultra-feminine, so I got a package of nylon
panties in pastel colors with white lace trim, three matching AA bras with
lace straps and bows, three pairs of pastel nylon ankle socks and a pink
knee length nightie with a white dancing unicorn and rainbow.
The saleswoman admired the selection, "My goodness, she is a girly girl."
And to Josie, "You're very lucky to have a mommy who buys you such pretty
things." She bagged them with the other clothes. "She's such a doll."
She looked around cautiously. "I'm going to give you my store discount."
"Thank you, that's very nice."
"No problem. If you come back, ask for me. I'm Tammy." She waved as we
left. "Bye, sweetie."
The shoes with her outfits were sufficient, but I wanted to get some
accessories. I picked out a pink Alice headband, a package of pink hair
clips, a gold heart necklace and a matching bracelet. Of course, Josie
wanted to wear everything. She turned heads as we walked through the
mall.
Josie looked up at me expectantly. "Yes, Josie."
"I hath to go to the baffwoom."
I found the ladies room and took her into a stall. I tried to remember my
own training about how to hover over public toilets, but then Josie didn't
have the same kind of exposure. I let her sit and go, then wipe herself
off. I supervised as she washed her hands. "Fix your hair and lipstick."
I took a brush and the lip gloss out of my purse and handed them to her.
A woman standing next to us watched as she preened and smiled at me
approvingly."
Josie looked up at me again. I nodded.
"Eyth kweam pweath, mummy?"
"Yes, Josie," I looked around to see if anyone could hear. "Good sissys
get rewarded by their mummy." We walked to the food court. "What flavor
do you want?"
"Chocowate, pweath, wiff spwinkles."
I got her a kiddy dish and a dish of rum raisin for myself. I guided her
to a table. "Put the dish on the table and smooth out your skirt, before
you sit." She looked confused. I put down my dish and slid my hands
under my butt and then sat. "Now you." She copied me. "Good girl. That
way you don't bunch up your skirt or get it wrinkled. And good girls keep
their legs together and cross them at the ankles, so people can't see
their panties."
She looked at me questioningly. "Yes."
"I hath pwetty pantieth."
I leaned over and whispered. "Sissy's show off their panties, but girls
don't. Your daddies might like to see them, but showing you panties in
public is naughty."
When we got home, there was a large box waiting at the door. Inside was a
pink carry-on suitcase with wheels and instructions:
Dress your sissy in her Catholic school outfit. Pack up all of your
sissy's other outfits and put them in the suitcase. Have her bring the
suitcase with her on Monday. Be on the sidewalk at 8 AM. The van will
pick her up at 8 AM and drop her off at 3 PM.
What did they want with the clothes, I wondered? Was Josie going to wear
them for her daddies or were they trying to prevent me from freelancing?
Did the Society know that we went shopping to replace them? Were they
watching us? I resolved to be careful about what I said and did.
I got Josie ready and took the suitcase outside. "Whath that, mummy?"
"Your clothes in case your daddies want you to dress up for them."
"Dwess up for my daddyth?"
"I don't know Josie. Good sissiess do what they're told."
"Yeth, Mummy."
The van arrived. I put her in with the suitcase. I had the rest of the
day to myself. I thought that she'd be able to wear the shoes from the
outfits, but now she only had the Mary Janes, so I went back to the mall.
I bought her a pair of black ballet flats and a pair of pink canvas shoes
with sparkles. I spent the rest of the day in the coffee shop looking at
GED courses.
In order to sign up, I needed a credit or debit card. Without a job, I
couldn't get a credit card and a debit card went with a bank account.
What I needed was some type of work that I could do at home. I could sell
things online, but that meant I'd have to find something to pretend to
make or buy to resell. Looking out the window, I saw a young woman
walking five dogs. I got up and went after her. The dogs stopped to
sniff a mailbox. She told me she made about $100 a day walking the dogs
and some other dogs she took care of during the day. She gave me a card:
'Pat's Pets, Sitting and Walking.' Okay, doggie daycare it was. I went
to the bank and got the paperwork to apply for a personal and business
account.
Josie was dropped off as usual. Her hair was matted, there was dried cum
on her face and cum stains on her dress. All in all, I would say she had
a full day, confirmed by the three hundred dollar bills in her bag. I
hustled her into our apartment before anyone passing by got curious.
Sitting in the kitchen with a glass of milk and a plate of cookies, I
asked about her day.
"Oh, mummy, I had the beth time."
"Again?"
"Yeth, but today I pwayed wif my daddies."
"What did you do with them?"
"Daddy undwessed me and kithed my nippleth and my penith until it wath
thiff and thucked so I made cummieth. Then he took out my pwug and wicked
my bottom awl over and made my puthy wet. I thaht in hith wap and he put
his penith in and wifted me up and down until he made cummieth. And then
he put hith penith in my mowth and I wicked it orf. He thaid I wath a
wery good thtithy and kithed me.
She stopped to dunk a cookie.
"What else?"
"I had a bweak and wathed a video about themaleth having thex. They make
loth of noith." She laughed. Then I dweathed in my baby clowths. The
wady in the woom helpth me wif my diaper and pwastic panth. Daddy wathed
me ath I kwaled awound, pwayed wiff toyth and dwank a bottle. He took off
my baby dweath and pithed in my diaper.
"Did you like that?"
"Yeth, mummy, it felt nith and warm."
"Go on."
"Thath awl."
"You didn't have sex with him?"
"No, mummy, he pwayed wif himthelf and made cummies in my diaper.
"Okay, then what."
"Daddy took my diaper wiff him and weft. I went back to the woom and
wathed the video and then put on my thkool clowth."
"The ones you have on?"
"Yeth, mummy. Daddy and I pwayed thkool. He wath my teacher and I wath
naughty and he pulled down my pantieth and thpanked me. Then he wubbed my
bottom and took out my pwug and puthed a penith in me."
"His penis?"
"No, mummy, wike on my thtool, but it wath bwack. He puthed it in and out
and I got a thiffie and dwibbled cummieth. Then I wubbed and thucked on
hith penith and he made hith cummies on me. He thaid I wooked wike a weal
thithy covered wiff hith thperm," she said proudly.
"And did you have another daddy?"
"Yeth, mummy. It wath the betht one. I wore my party dweth and my thithy
thithter Patthy was wiff me. Patthy pwayed wiff hith penith and I thaht
on hith faith with my pantieth on. He wicked them and made them wet. Then
I took them off and he wicked my bawlth and puthy and turned me awound and
he wicked my penith. Then he puthed me down thoh I could wub and thuck
hith penith while he thucked Patthy's penith. He made cummies in her
mowth. Daddy thaid not to thwallow and told me to kith her and puth my
tongue in her mowth with hith cummies in it. I wike cummie kitheth.
They're nith and juithy. Then daddy thucked on our penithes until we made
cummies in hith mowth and we all kithed each other some more."
"You had a very busy first day."
"Yeth, mummy." She looked hesitant.
"What is it?"
"Do I haff to do my thithy homework? My bottom is thore."
"I don't wonder. It got quite a workout. That's enough for today."
Every weekday for the next month she put on her Catholic school uniform,
was picked up by the St. Trinian's van, was dropped off in the afternoon,
brought home three hundred dollar bills in her bag and enthusiastically
told me about the variety of sex she had with her daddies. I opened a bank
account and deposited a few hundred dollars every week. The rest I put in
a shoe box and hid it in the closet. I signed up for my GED course and
decided that when I finished, I would get a degree in education. In the
afternoon we watched TV or a video and on the weekends we went clothes
shopping until she had a wardrobe of skirts, dresses, shoes and underwear
that any girl would envy.
TO BE CONTINUED
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