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A Sissy Fairy Tale
By Missy Crystal
Chapter 3.
As the months went by and the shoe box filled up, I sent a note to the
Society that I wanted Josie to take a week off. I found a note in her
bag when she returned:
Your request for a one-week pause in your sissy's schedule is approved.
Sissies need milky white skin. Plan accordingly.
A few days after we returned, I got another note from the Society. I was
to go to the clinic at ten o'clock on Friday. Everything was going so
well, I hoped it wasn't bad news. As before, I rang the bell and
responded to the woman's voice on the intercom. The door clicked open and
I proceeded to the reception area. Nothing had changed. I took a seat.
A few minutes later the same woman I met with before came out. "Good
morning," she greeted me and held the door open. Inside she pointed to
the chair in front of the desk and sat down on the other side. She took
a laptop out of a drawer, opened it, typed something and turned the
screen around. From my online courses I recognized the silhouette which
appeared when the other person had their camera off. The woman got up
and left. I stared at the screen and held my breath.
A man's voice said, "I want to make you a business proposition."
It didn't sound like bad news. I exhaled. "Okay, I'm listening."
"I missed Josie while she was away. I want to buy her."
"She's not for sale."
"Money is no object."
"She's not for sale," I reiterated. "I don't care how much money you
have."
"You're already selling her. I just want her exclusively."
"If that's all you want, then just pay the Society for the hours that
she's there. Problem solved."
"The Society's hours are not convenient."
"I suppose I could arrange for you to visit when she's home."
"That would not be discrete or convenient either."
"So you want her available all day every day."
"And all night."
"You want her to live with you?"
"Yes"
"No."
"One million dollars."
"No."
"Isn't having one man who cares about Josie better than many who don't?"
"This isn't about love. It's about sex and one prick is the same as
another.
"There's no need for insults. If I did not have good intentions, we
would not be having this conversation."
He was right. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I just
meant that Josie seems to like all of her daddies. She's never told me
about having a preference for one in particular."
"Two million dollars."
"No. I'm not selling her." I stood up and started to leave.
"Sit down," he commanded. "There has to be a way for us to work this
out. If it isn't about money, then what?"
"I don't want to give Josie up."
"Okay, if you don't want to sell Josie, how about renting her to me."
"What's the difference?"
"You rent an apartment, don't you?"
"Yes."
"You don't own it. You just get to use it for a period of time and then
you have to give it back in good condition.
"Go on."
"So, what if I take Josie for a year and then give her back to you. If
she's happy, we can talk about a more permanent arrangement."
I thought about it. "If this is like renting an apartment, then what
about month to month," I bargained.
"I do a lot of traveling and I don't know how much time I would have with
her."
"Three months then."
"Six months."
"Agreed."
"I will have cash for you when Josie is picked up on Monday. You don't
have to pack anything. I will provide it."
"We haven't talked about how much."
"You said it wasn't about the money. I will pay you more than Josie
makes now."
"You will pay me a lot more than she makes now," I challenged him. "She
only works four hours a day and five days a week. You want her twenty-
four seven. Five thousand a week for twenty-five weeks. The last week
she's with me."
"Two."
"Four."
"Three."
"Agreed. And I don't want cash. I already have a shoe box full of money
I can't spend."
"What do you want."
"A trust fund."
"A what?"
"For Josie, with me as trustee. You said you cared about her. Pretty
sissies end up as tranny prostitutes. I want Josie to be able to choose
her own life."
"For Josie's retirement," he said with a laugh. "Agreed."
And I want it legit. All of the taxes paid."
"That makes it a lot more expensive."
"Money's no object. You said so."
"It will take some time to set up the trust fund. The papers will be
dropped off for you to sign and you can bring them with you when you pick
up the checkbook at the bank. In the meantime, Josie can stay home. I
will arrange it with the Society. Thank you and goodbye." The woman was
sitting in the waiting room as I left.
It wasn't the best solution, but whoever he was, he must have clout with
the Society if they were willing to give up Josie and he was right that
one man was better than many, she would be paid much better for probably
not much more time, I didn't have to worry about hiding the money and it
was only for six months. I thought about how I would tell Josie. A year
ago, it wouldn't have mattered. I would've been happy to get rid of her,
let alone get paid for it. Now I was sad to lose her even temporarily.
After the usual milk and cookies on her return, I brought up the subject.
"Josie, do you have a special daddy?"
"Thepethial?"
"A daddy who you like the most."
She scrunched up her face trying to decide. After a minute she shook her
head. "No, mummy."
"Well, one of them likes you so much he wants you to stay with him."
"Thtay whiff him? At thkool?"
"No, In his house."
"Will I come home to thweep?"
"No."
"I wike wiffing here," she said sadly.
"I know Josie, but good sissies do what their mummy tells them."
She sighed. "Yeth, mummy."
I tried to cheer her up. "You won't go to school this week. We can
spend it together. Won't that be nice."
"Yeth, mummy."
By now Josie and I were comfortable about her being in public. We had
lunch and dinner out, saw a movie and, of course, went shopping. On
Monday morning I woke her up early. We had a nice breakfast. She got
dressed and we went to wait on the sidewalk. The van arrived. There was
a packet of papers on the seat with my name on it. Josie got in, the
door closed, the van pulled out and I waved goodbye, although I knew she
couldn't see me through the dark glass.
I went back in and crossed off day one of the calendar I bought. Over
the next few weeks, I got cable and internet and upgraded my laptop and
TV. The electronics store was happy to take cash. So was the car lot
salesman, nothing flashy that would draw attention, and the furniture
store. I picked out a white and gold French provincial set for Josie's
room, with a canopy bed and big mirror on a stand. With nothing but time
and being able to work from home, I completed my GED and started taking
college courses. The six months went by faster than I expected.
I wasn't sure about the details for Josie's return and I had no way to
get in touch with anyone to ask. I guessed that it would be on Monday
morning. I was waiting on the sidewalk at a quarter to eight, anxiously
watching the traffic. At eight I saw a white van approaching and was
relieved to see the St. Trinian's crest and name as it pulled over,
"Hehwo, mummy," she greeted me with a big hug.
"I missed you Josie."
"I mithed you too, mummy."
"Let me look at you. Are you okay?"
"Yeth, mummy."
"I have a surprise for you." Inside I told her to close her eyes. "No
peeking." I walked her to her bedroom. "Okay, open them. Do you like
it?"
"Yeth, mummy. Ith werry pwetty."
"Do you have a bedroom like this at your daddy's house?"
"Yeth, mummy. I haff my own woom. And a baffwoom too," she added.
"Your own bathroom?"
"Yeth, mummy."
"You are a lucky sissy."
"Yeth, mummy."
"Tell me about your daddy."
She hesitated. "Daddy saith I muthnt thay anyfing."
"About him?"
"Yeth, mummy."
"Can you tell me what you do all day?"
"When daddy's home we pway thtithy games wike at thkool and I sweep in
hith bed. He dothent whet Pwintheth sweep wiff uth."
"Who is Princess?"
"Sheth my dog. Sheth a cocker thpaniel. Pwintheth sweeps with Mithtwith
Gwethen when I'm wiff Daddy."
"And who is Mistress Gretchen?"
"Sheth my governeth. She taketh care of me when daddy ith away. Sheth
wery stwict. She spakth me when I'm naughty." Josie gave me a big smile
which I took to mean it was part of their games. "And Mith Thmith ith my
tutor."
"Pretend tutor or real tutor?" Josie looked at me blankly. "Does she
play sissy games too or does she teach you like real school?"
"Like wheel thkool. I wead and white and do pwobwems. Daddy thayth . .
. ," she paused deciding whether she could repeat it, 'Daddy thayth
thithies need to be pwetty and obedient, not thtupid."
"What else do you do? You don't have to tell me about your daddy. Just
about you."
"I had a birfday party," she said excitedly.
"Your birthday was in April."
"Daddy thaid . . . ," she paused again and thought about it.
"Just tell me about the party," I encouraged her.
"My thithy thithers came to pway whiff me. We all wore our pwetty party
dwethes and had cake and eyeth kweem."
"Did you play party games?"
"Yeth, mummy. We undweathed each other and thucked and made dewithious
fwosting for the cake." She smiled. "And we wathed a movie with twanny's
fucking and uthing toyth. Daddy gave uth . . . um," she stopped, ". . .
we got toyth just wike the oneth in the movie as pwesents and pwayed
whiff them. Mine had pearls inside and wiggled like a weal penith and
vibwated. Thally got an egg and Thuthie got beadth. "
"Was Mistress Gretchen and Miss Smith at the party?"
"It wath thaturday. I thaid Mithtwith Gwethen liffs wiff uth. Mith
Thmith only comes on thkool dayth." I got a weal gold pwug too as a
thpecial pwesent whiff a weal whed jewel, a whuby," she added excitedly.
Patthy wanted to wear it, but I thaid it wath mine, but she could put it
in me. She's my betht fwiend."
Obviously, daddy did not go in for traditional celebrations, party favors
or gifts.
You know, you could stay here with me," I suggested.
"No, mummy, daddy would mith me and I would mith him and Pwintheth."
"You could have a dog if you lived with me."
She looked at me tearfully. "Please don't cry, Josie. I just want you
to be happy. If you want to go back with your daddy you can, but I want
you here with me for a while. Okay?"
"Yeth, mummy."
"Now, lets get you changed. I bought some pretty new clothes for you to
wear. Josie stripped off her jumper and blouse. I noticed that her
chest had filled out. "Josie, take off your bra." The hormones were
doing their work. There were definite swellings with puffy little pink
nipples, probably an A cup.
She stuck out her chest proudly. "Daddy thath I have pwetty titties. He
liketh to whick and thuck on them. They're wherry thentitive. He maketh
me thkweem and thomtimeth I get tho exthited I make cummies." Then she
realized she had said too much. "Mummy, I thouldn't . . . ."
"Don't worry Josie, it's our secret." Let's finish getting you dressed
and we can go to the mall for lunch." She looked at me expectantly.
"Yes, and ice cream too. As much as you can eat. We're celebrating."
We hadn't discussed how long Josie would be with me or whether she would
go back on the same terms. My questions were answered on Sunday morning
with a knock on the door. I expected the usual anonymous delivery, but
there was a tall blonde woman in a long black leather skirt, short black
leather jacket over a red blouse and stiletto heeled black ankle boots.
"Mistress Gretchen, I presume." She silently extended a gloved hand with
an envelope. I opened it:
Monday, 8 AM. 6 months. As before.
Brief, cryptic and to the point. The woman waited impassively for my
answer. Josie was happy and wanted to go back.
"Yes."
The woman turned and left.
Six months and another deposit to Josie's trust fund later, Josie stepped
out of the van. She continued the Catholic school girl charade.
"Hehwo, mummy," she greeted me with a big hug.
"I missed you Josie."
"I mithed you too, mummy."
"Let me look at you. Are you okay?"
"Yeth, mummy."
"Smile for me. What's this, Josie, you have braces," I exclaimed with
surprise.
"Yeth, mummy."
"Don't they bother you when you play with your daddy?"
"No, thilly, you don't uth your teef when you thuck a cock."
"I see you've been working on both your technique and your vocabulary."
She looked at me blankly. "Never mind, I was being silly like you said.
Tell me what you've been doing and how's Princess?"
She told me that she had gone on some trips to Switzerland and had
chocolate candy and cocoa. I assumed with his resources he could pull
the right strings and no questions asked. Other than traveling, things
were the same. She played with her daddy, got spanked by Mistress
Gretchen, was tutored by Miss Smith, had occasional orgies with her sissy
sisters, had collected just about every adult toy imaginable and some I
couldn't - it seemed like there wasn't much else to give the sissy who
has everything - and was very happy.
I had Josie ready to go back on Monday. My only consolation was that she
would grow out of being daddy's sissy girl and I would get her back
eventually. However, on the Monday morning that Josie was supposed to be
with me for the week a black limousine pulled up instead. A man in a
black suit and chauffeur's cap got out and handed me an envelope. I
panicked, thinking that something had happened to her and tore the
envelope open:
Hello Mother, Don't worry. I am fine. Father and I are on a business
trip and I won't be able to see you for another six months. Love you,
Jocie.
It was in Josie's handwriting, but the wording was strange. She never
called me 'mother', she never referred to her daddy as 'father' and she
never signed her name with a 'c'. Was it some subtle code to alert me
that she was in trouble and being forced to write the note? But why
would she be made to write to me at all? I had no way to find her and no
way to explain what happened to her to the police. If she had been
kidnapped her daddy obviously had the money to ransom her and he had been
as good as his word when we made the deal. There wasn't anything I could
do except wait and hope for the best.
Six months later I was waiting on the sidewalk again. The black
limousine pulled up. Another postponement. What if this time it was for
good? The chauffeur got out and started to walk around the limo. I
wasn't going to let them get away with it. A year was long enough.
Whatever it took, I was going to get Josie back. He opened the back
door. A woman stepped out. So it was that bitch Mistress he sent to do
his dirty work. It didn't matter, I was Josie's mother and I was going
to confront her. No, she had on a purple blouse with a bow at the neck
and long ruffled sleeves, a black skirt with a slit that showed a lot of
leg when she got out, high heels and a large black leather shoulder bag.
It wasn't her. He must have sent the tutor this time. It didn't matter.
No more excuses. The woman came towards me.
"Hello Mother."
I stared at her. She reached out to hug me. I pulled back. She looked
startled.
"Mother?"
"Josie? Is that you."
"Yes mother."
"Your voice?"
"Let's go inside."
She took my arm and walked me to the door. Inside she turned to me. Can
I have that hug now, please?" I hesitatingly put my arms around her.
"Hehwo, mummy," she teased me, "thatithfied?"
"Yes." I gave her a real hug.
"Mmmm, I missed you," she said softly and snuggled against me. We held
each other for a minute. "Let's go to the kitchen. I'd love a glass of
wine."
"Wine? Since when did you . . . ?" I stopped and looked at her, ". . .
let's go to the kitchen." I poured us each a glass. She sat down at the
table, swirled the wine, sniffed it, took a sip and gave me a questioning
look. "Sorry, its from the grocery store. I got milk for you. If you
want a cookie to dunk, you're in luck."
After we relaxed, I turned to her. "I've been worried about you. The
note you sent didn't sound like you. Neither do you."
"My father . . ."
"He's not your father!" I emphatically interrupted her.
"I know mother, he told me about your meeting. He was impressed that you
turned down quite a large sum of money for me and that you wanted to
protect me with the trust fund. Please be patient and I will explain."
She looked at me expectantly.
"Go on."
"Traveling for business can be stressful for father . . ," she paused to
see if I reacted. I sat passively. ". . . the foreign sissies weren't
up to his, umm, standards." She gave a little laugh. "I spoiled him.
Once I settled in he wanted me with him. He had connections to get me
travel documents, but we needed a back story. I was his daughter from a
Bosnian woman with whom he had an affair. She died in the war and the
records were destroyed. My name is Jocasta Ivanovic. Jocie with a 'c'
for short. To be convincing, I had to speak Bosnian, which is impossible
to learn with a lisp. So I had speech therapy." She sipped her wine.
It turns out I have a knack for languages. I am learning French. Je
t'aime, mama.
"You're completely femnine. Have you had . . . ?"
"The operation?" she anticipated me. "No, what kind of a sissy would I
be without my toys, front and rear. Father prefers me as I am and so do
I. It also comes in quite handy," she gave me a smirk, "for training our
sissies."
"Your sissies?" I reacted with surprise, emphasizing, 'your'.
"Yes, we found an adorable ladyboy in Thailand and the prettiest sissy in
Somalia. She's jet black with skin like velvet." I am now the Executive
Vice President for Procurement and Training," she said mischievously.
Then she turned serious. "Mother, sissies are so badly treated in Asia.
Africa and the Middle East. I'm going to start a 'Save the Sissies'
foundation. But that's another story.
Okay, you're a world class sissy with a good heart and a phony passport.
That still doesn't mean he's your father."
No and that's one of the reason's why I'm here, besides missing you. He
wants to adopt me."
"What," I stood up knocking over my wine glass. "No, no, no! I told him
before that I wouldn't sell you and I won't give you to him. If you want
to pretend he's your father, that's up to you, but you are my daughter,
not his."
"Actually, to be biologically correct, I'm not his daughter or yours and
that's the problem. Please, mother, let me finish." I got a cloth to
wipe up the wine, refilled both our glasses and sat down. "Father wants
to leave me his estate."
"He doesn't need to be your father to do that."
"Legally no, but practically, the story we have been telling about me
being related to him is not true and a DNA test would prove it. His
adopting me will prevent any controversy." She paused and took my hand.
"I am of age, mother. I don't need your consent, but I love you and I
won't do it without your approval."
"I love you too, Josie," I said tearfully, "and if that's what will make
you happy, then yes."
She started to cry too. "Stupid hormones." When she composed herself
she continued, "I didn't want it to sound like a bribe, so I didn't tell
you before, but father is going to transfer the trust fund to you. I
won't need it. You wanted to provide for my future and you have. Oh,
and he's going to add the two million dollars. He said a deal's a deal.
Happy now?" She looked at me and started to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, mother, this really is a fairy tale. You know, the video we had
about the dwarfs, one of them was Happy."
"What does Snow White have to do with this."
"I'm sorry, it's just that," she tried to take a drink and had to spit
the wine back into her glass, "I'm the fairy princess and . . ."
"Snow White wasn't a fairy," I corrected her.
"Oh, mother, stay with the narrative. You're the wicked mother who tried
to get rid of her."
"Josie!"
"Hold on. And father, he's the handsome prince who saves her with a
kiss."
"I think you need a lesson in anatomy."
"This is the G-rated version. So the story is that the handsome prince
ends up with the fairy princess, that's me, thank you very much," she
stood up and made a little curtsey with limp wrists. "The wicked mother
turn's out to be the fairy's good mother," I groaned at her pun, which
made her just about fall off her chair with laughter, "who ends up a
multi-millionaire. And the fairy princess, that's me again," she stood
up and made another limp wristed curtsey, "she ends up as the world's
first sissy billionaire." She sat down, laced her fingers together, held
them upside down under her chin and batted her eyes."
And they all lived happily ever after.
THE END
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