At last it was time for the first victim to make his appearance and there was a gasp from the audience as a young man minced into view dressed entirely in shimmering silk.
His blouse was aquamarine, with a prettily embroidered bodice and big puff sleeves, his short flared white skirt, pushed out by a mass of frothy lace petticoats, reached about six inches above the knees, and he was perched on white stilettos with six inch high heels. This sissy was the latest acquisition of Hilda Bradley, who sat beaming with pride in the front row.
“This is Susan ladies. He’s eighteen years old and he’s been in frilly dresses for, what is it now, three months Hilda?”
“Nearly four Beverly,” corrected his owner.
“And I believe you’re sending him to a Sissy Boarding School next week?”
“The Sweethearts in Silk Academy darling.”
There were murmurs of approval from several of the women who had used this excellent establishment themselves. Beverly flounced out his wide satin skirt and swished the lacey petticoats underneath…
Illustration by RocketXpert on Deviant Art