He’s ready now, you can pick him up anytime.
The problem with virtual sissy reality is that it can get very messy very fast. There are probably warnings in the instruction manual but you will be too busy figuring out the tremendous combination of fantasies.
If you think you can get through a three hour virtual forced feminization beauty salon session without exploding you’re just kidding yourself. I’d be surprised if you last until your shampoo is finished.
So for obvious reasons you will need a vinyl transparent skirt. Its easy to clean and it comes in five colors including clear (is that a color?) I suggest you use a dry one each time to avoid the risk of electric shock, unless you’re into that.
Rumors are that a satin lined vibrating ejaculator and jism catcher will be a standard accessory when you upgrade to the extreme sissy humiliation kit, but that may be a premature predication.
An unidentified Australian beauty parlor now charges an extra $10 for children who break down in tears when they’re getting a new hairdo. Now is that really what you want? That money can go towards a tip so the girls give you the best chair next time.
Just keep saying to yourself: big boys don’t cry, big boys don’t cry, big boys don’t cry.
This is one of four illustrations that Rocket Dave made me for my caught in panties story a while back. I like this one the best because I think he really captured the sissy walk of shame into the beauty salon. Note: not every sissy has such great legs.
I am recording again and will be adding to my Podcast very soon. If you have suggestions or special requests leave a comment below.
Sissy stories will be considered but must be less than 1000 words. A good example is Saragirl’s Sissy Confession (see my story page or Podcast). Do not send me anything without discussing it first, there are only 24 little hours in a day.
Topics can include forced feminization, sissy humiliation, transvestite bondage, sissy maids, or all of the above. But absolutely no more cheerleader fantasies, too many torn ligaments.
WARNING: THIS FREE 50 MINUTE AUDIO STORY CONTAINS EXTREME SISSY HUMILIATION, FORCED FEMINIZATION AND FORCED BI. EXTENDED LISTENING CAN LEAD TO AN INTENSE CRAVING FOR THIS TYPE OF ACTIVITY.
Now let me tell you all about my friend here.
What does she want? Well, she wants to be completely transformed into a girl today. Whatever it takes. Eyebrows thinned to a pretty, feminine shape, false eyelashes, liner, mascara, shadow, blush, lipstick, pierced ears, the works.
Oh yes I’m serious. You see Ann, there really is no party, there never was. Easy sissy, its OK. I think its time to be honest. We don’t have any secrets anymore do we? Go ahead Ann, you can get started with her makeup, and I’ll explain it as you work. Its really quite a story.
You see, sissy has been dressing up as a girl for a long time, haven’t you sweetie? Are you OK, you look a little flushed? I said I wouldn’t tell? But that was before you posted my picture and phone number wasn’t it? I want you to see what it feels like to be betrayed by someone you trusted. Just sit tight honey and enjoy this.
Now, where was I? Oh yes, sissy has been dressing up ever since she was very young. She started to wear her sisters things at first. They were the same size so everything fit her just right. Panties, nighties, blouses, skirts, even her shoes! She used to get all dressed up when no one else was home, and pretend she was a beautiful, little girl. Isn’t that right, isn’t that what you told me sissy?
Hi there honey, I’m Teresa. Thank you for coming over on such short notice. Now wave goodbye to your Mother, she’ll be back for you later.
Come in, come in, we have a lot to do today. Come on, don’t be shy. I see you brought a package for me. Do you know what’s inside? No? Well I’ll bet you love surprises as much as I do, and this is gonna be a big one!
Follow me into my bedroom and we’ll both take a look at the same time. I really think you’re going to enjoy yourself today. Your Mother and I have been friends for a long time, and I told her I think I can help her out. Well, actually I want to help you out.
You look so nervous sweetheart, just relax. I want to be your friend, OK? Now come over here and sit on my bed next to me. Come on, sit right here. Awww, you’re so shy aren’t you? Don’t you want to sit next to me?
Are you afraid of girls? Because I think a big part of this is that you are afraid of girls.
Now move over here. You can get closer to me you know; I’m not going to bite you. Alright, I think its time to explain why you’re here, and exactly what is in that mysterious package. You see sweetheart, your Mother told me you’ve been dressing up in her clothes when she’s not home. And this has been going on for a while now.
No? Are you telling me that you haven’t been dressing up in her clothes? Are you sure? Because your Mother seems to be pretty sure that you have. OK, tell you what, let’s take a look inside this package and see if there’s anything in there that can help us figure this out.
Now I want you to know that whatever happens here today is just between me and you. And of course your Mother. But really sweetie, she only wants what’s best for you. You have to believe that.
Ready? OK, here we go. Well look what we have here, panties, pantyhose, and a dress. Do these look familiar at all? No? OK, then let me tell you about the discussion your Mother and I have been having.
You see, she wasn’t sure at first about your dressing up, and asked me what I thought. So I suggested that she keep an eye on your favorite things for a few weeks to see if they’ve actually been worn. Apparently these are a few of your favorite things.
It’s just like the song!
This recording is 40 minutes and is now a free download.
In the old days Petticoat Punishment was used as a form of discipline. It would often involve a boy being feminized into a sissy by a powerful female, usually a Mother or Aunt. He would then be paraded around in front of his cousins, sisters, or in some cases, girls of his own age whom he had offended by his behavior.
Petticoat Punishment included being forced to wear makeup and carry dolls, purses, and other items associated with girls. Sometimes, boys were made to perform tasks that they considered to be girls work, and to appear with their Mothers in public wearing girls clothing.
That was before psychologists knew what they now know about the mind and about behavior modification. Over the past 20 years or so, tremendous progress has been made in dealing with boys who will not stay out of the panty drawer.
The modern version of Petticoat Punishment is not really punishment as much as pretty persuasion. With the right lingerie, hairstyle, makeup, nail polish, stockings, pantyhose, skirts, blouses, dresses, heels, jewelry and perfume, hard changes can be made.Ten out of ten crossdressing psychologists approve of and support this technique, often asking for photos.
In some cases, a Mother will even encourage her son to dress like a girl until the thrill is gone. Unfortunately, this can take months or even years.
I have an example of this method I call Practice Panties, it is a 20 minute recording and is now a free download.
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
I had been aware of his daily visits to my panty drawer for quite a while, and decided that it was time to teach him a lesson he would never forget. He had a room on the floor below me at college, and last term had somehow found a reason to have my key. When I started to notice that my panties were being moved around, it took a while to work out what was happening.
Who expects someone to go through their lingerie when they’re out? I certainly didn’t, but after a while it became clear that not only were my panties being disturbed, they were being worn. Worn by someone who was stretching the pretty lace and satin before putting them back, thinking I’d never notice.
Of course I noticed, I take care of my lingerie. And once I figured out my panties were turning someone else on, it didn’t take long to figure out when, and then who was responsible. Each day when I set out for classes, he would sneak into my room and spend a little time there. Each day he was last to his classes, and each day another pair of panties would show signs of being worn.
So I set a trap…
John woke up with a slight headache as he usually did after Nina had been trying her hypnosis on him. It never seemed to do much (she said she was building up her skills), but she seemed to enjoy doing it, and it had been a good way to diffuse the argument they’d had. He frowned at the thought of her being so pissed off with him. Usually she’d find some way to get her own back – he just hoped she wouldn’t do anything too embarrassing.
He slipped out of bed and started to run the bath, putting in some scented oils. For some reason he seemed to have woken ridiculously early for work, so it seemed a nice idea to take his time getting ready. Nina would be there when he got to the office and she’d appreciate him smelling clean. As the bath ran, he stood in front of the mirror and idly plucked his eyebrows until they were thin, high arches.
Getting in the bath he hoped Nina would be in a better mood today. He’d not done anything wrong last night, but she had been so irritable. He knew that if she remained tense like that she tended to snap and take it out on someone – usually him. Thankfully she’d seemed to have calmed down by the time she’d left, so the chances her doing something cruel were slim. As he lay in the bath he carefully shaved his body until only his pubic hair remained below his neck. Finally, he trimmed that hair into a neat heart shape before getting out of the bath…
I looked at my apartment door with shock and fear. Here I was, dressed in a short pleated mini-skirt, pink silk blouse, bra, panties, sheer white stockings and heels, and locked out of my place! These thrilling evening walks to the end of the hallway and back had finally caught up with me. I quickly realized the only way back in was to knock on the door of my neighbor Melissa, a pretty redhead I barely knew. She had been kind enough to offer to keep my spare key for me.
With trepidation, I knocked on the door. After a few minutes Melissa opened the door and smiled at me.
“Hello, can I help you?” she asked in her sweet friendly manner.
“Hi Mel, it’s me Andy,” I replied in a whisper. “I was just coming back from a costume party and forgot my keys.”
Melissa’s eyes widened as she looked me up and down.
“Costume party, huh? OK, if you say so.” she said giggling. “Sure come on into the living room and have a seat while I grab your key.”
As Melissa walked away I slowly walked towards the living room, my heels clicking on the tile…
From now on you’re going to be just like the other girls. You’ll dress like them, walk like them, talk, and act like them. I need you to be quite sure about this since it will be my job to help you learn your new role.
Are you willing to do everything I say? Are you sure?
OK then, Welcome to Miss Teresa’s beauty school and from now on you will be known as Princess. You will answer to that name from now on, and when I ask you a question you will say: “Yes Miss Teresa,” Is that clear?
Alright then. I want to take some before pictures so everyone can see the dramatic transformation you’ll be going through. Who do I mean by everyone? Well, your boss, and your coworkers, and anyone else we care to show them to. If you want to change your mind this is your last chance, otherwise don’t ask me any more stupid questions like that.
From now on Princess, you are mine…
This is fun isn’t it? The two of us going to the salon together for your makeover? I know you’re excited about this.
You’re nervous aren’t you? Well, don’t you worry about a thing, I’m going to be right here with you the whole time.
Am I still mad at you? Well, I think I’m starting to get over it. You just relax and enjoy your special day, OK?
Here we are. Wow, its crowded isn’t it?
Now remember what we discussed, its all in fun and there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, OK?
Now lets go inside. You take your shopping bag and follow me…
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