f***ed to be a Sissy I
The young man stood facing a very large woman sitting in an upholstered
armchair. There was no other way to describe her. She was fat, perhaps,
pushing 300 pounds he thought. The way she was staring at his puny
frame suggested that maybe he was going to be her next meal. She wasn't
saying anything as she visually appraised him for the first time...
Jacob had been brought to this woman by his step-grandmother earlier
that morning. He had been given over to his step-grandmother by the
will of his now deceased parents which made her legal guardian. He had
been with her for about a month constantly taking her verbal abuse
about not having to deal with "intolerable boys."
If she had told him once, she had told him a thousand times, "I told
your parents and that no good son of mine that I would not take care of
you if anything happened to them. You're no bl**d of mine! So what does
that son of a bitch do? He puts me as your guardian and your dolt of a
mother goes along with it. Well once I get all this damnable legal shit
out of the way, I'm sending you away. Do you hear me boy! So don't get
use to my benevolent ways cause where I am sending you, they don't take
kindly to disruptive behavior."
Jacob took after his mother in many ways. He was slight of build
standing only 5'6" and weighing just over 95 pounds. His hair was mousy
brown and was a bush of tangles that reached his shoulders in imitation
of one of his favorite line backers. His best feature, according to his
mother, was his brilliant violet blue eyes. His complexion was slightly
pale and his face, somewhat oval, had a few pimples and the beginnings
of a mustache. The mustache was something he had been trying to grow
for almost a year, yet, still looked scraggly and sparse.
While not strong, he was fast and nimble. He loved football and played
defense well enough to get picked whenever a game got started. His only
regret so far in life had been that the high school coach did not think
he was big enough to play on the varsity. He had a lot of friends both
boys and girls and loved the outdoors. He was a good k** and seldom in
trouble. What trouble he managed to be involved with was nothing more
than what most young men get into at his age.
Then his parents were killed in a tragic accident and he found himself
in the hands of his step-grandmother before she hauled him off to live
with Ms. Nelson. She was a friend of a friend and volunteered to take
him in. Granny had heard some stories concerning Ms. Nelson, but if she
was willing to take the boy that was all that mattered. As Jacob was
legally old enough to drop out of school, Granny filed the necessary
paperwork and hauled him away to give his custody over to Ms. Nelson.
No mention of the insurance settlements that his step grandmother now
controlled ever came up.
The house was surprisingly secluded in a large city. It spoke of old
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movie. The door was opened by an older woman in her mid to late
fifties, thin but very sinewy with cold grey eyes wearing a grey maids
uniform and large white pinafore apron.
"This the boy I reckon," she said as she led them into the foyer. "Boy!
You sit there on that chair while we go see Ms. Nelson," the maid
He didn't have to sit very long as his step-grandmother returned and
without a goodbye or other comment left the house closely followed by
the maid. "Come on boy," she ordered him. "Follow me up to your room so
we can clean you up proper to see Ms. Nelson. Don't dawdle boy! Come
"Excuse me, ma'am, my luggage? Granny didn't bring it in," Jacob
tentatively began only to be told to hush and everything would be taken
care of. Jacob turned to face the door and took one step towards it
when he felt a vice like grip take hold of his upper right arm. Her
grip was stronger than most of the guys he played football with.
"Ouch, that hurts," he said as he tried unsuccessfully to pull away.
"Boy you had better do as I say when I say it or this ain't nothing
compared to the bare bottom spanking you're going to get. Now come
He followed her upstairs and into a large room where she released the
iron like grip on his arm. He was too busy rubbing his arm to pay
attention to the room for a few moments then gasped in both surprise
"It...it is a...a... girl's room, a sissy girl's room at that," he
managed to stammer. "I...I ca...can't stay here!"
"Of course you can and you will!" the maid retorted. "In time, you will
learn to positively love this room in paradise. Now come on, we don't
have all day. The bathroom is over here and we need to get you cleaned
up. Come on now."
Jacob was in shock and did not see the maid reach over and pick up the
wooden hair brush. The room was painted egg shell white with a four
inch floral boarder in pastel pinks, greens, lilacs, and blues. The
polished wooden floor was covered in thick fluffy pink throw rugs and a
major portion was taken up by a king sized canopied bed. The bed was
painted antique white with gold leaf trim and the headboard had a
beautiful bouquet of pastel flowers painted in its center. The canopy
was pale soft pink chiffon that cascaded down the frame in lusciously
thick folds held back to the bed posts by white satin ropes. A deep
pink satin comforter covered the mattress and the three large pillows
at the head of the bed were covered in lace edged pale pink satin. A
large Victorian styled doll sat merrily on the center pillow, its
golden sausage curls flowed down its porcelain smiling face. Two
matching glass topped chiffon skirted end tables with ivory porcelain
doll lamps were on each side of the massive bed. Off to the left near
the bathroom door stood a matching lighted vanity and mirror with pink
satin seat and skirted in soft pink chiffon. A large matching bureau
stood on the other side of the room near the large walk in closet.
There were two Victorian pictures on the wall facing the bed, one
depicted two young boys holding hands romping in a park one wearing
pink and one blue satin clothing with white lacey shirts and the other
depicted two naked male cupids kissing while hovering over another pair
of boys dressed in satin knee pants with lots of lace. To make matters
worse, the room reeked of a sweet floral perfume.
He was broken out of his sock when the maid touched his shoulder and
told him to start undressing. Gasping as if it were his first breath
after nearly drowning, Jacob panicked and did his best to turn and run
for his life, but the maid was too quick for him. In moments he found
himself across her lap as she sat on the vanity stool.
"Boy you are going to learn to obey or you will not be sitting down any
time in the near future," she said as she began pounding his jean
covered posterior with the hair brush. It took her longer than she
would have thought it should but finally he was begging for mercy. When
she thought that he truly had had enough, she put down the brush and
forcing him to stand began stripping him. Naked and embarrassed, he had
no choice but to follow her into the bathroom as she had a firm hold on
his right ear.
"Now boy stand still while I examine what I have to work with here,"
she ordered as she examined him. She turned him slowly around and much
to his surprise and embarrassment held his genitals in her hand. When
he attempted to regain some of his modesty, she squeezed them and he
converted by Web2PDFConvert.com "I said stand still!" she barked at him.
"Looks like you haven't finished your puberty yet," she mumbled to
herself, "but you still have too much hair. That can be easily gotten
rid of...mmmmmm...not much shape, but that can be remedied as
well...the hair is a mess but the salon can fix that..."
"Okay boy, stay where you are while I fill the tub and get things
ready," she said much more loudly. With that, she shut the bathroom
door and locked it with a key.
The maid quickly donned a white rubber apron and gloves. She placed a
pink flower covered white plastic shower cap on his head carefully
tucking all the stray hair up into its confines. Then holding a large
jar in her left hand, she began applying the thick white crème all over
his torso leaving only his face and head uncovered. Next, she took a
strip of pink tape and pressed it tightly against his upper lip.
Letting the tape sit a moment, she then quickly pulled it off eliciting
a loud yelp of pain from Jacob. As he tried to raise his hands to his
face, she slapped them away telling him to stand still until told
By the time the tub had filled with foaming iridescent bubbles that
gave off a strong lilac scent, Jacob was hopping on his toes from the
itching and burning of his skin. He had no objection when the maid told
him to get into the tub anything to calm the burning of his tender
The maid took a rough sponge and began scrubbing off the crème taking
hair and skin alike off his body. His modesty was not spared as she
made very sure that his groin and ass were thoroughly cleansed. Using a
pumice stone she rubbed the calluses from his feet and elbows. Finally,
she took a cotton applicator and carefully cleaned out his ears and to
his surprise using a small tool removed the nasal hairs from his nose.
Out of the tub and patted dry, she led him over to the sink where she
f***ed his head down and began shampooing his unruly hair. She
shampooed and conditioned his hair twice before putting a pink satin
cotton lined turban over it. He was given a pink tooth brush and a
feminine deodorant and told to finish up by himself while she prepared
to finish his toilet.
With that done, she spread a cool lilac scented moisturizing lotion all
over his body without any heed to his modesty. As she was putting away
the moisturizer, Jacob let out a soft sigh. The moisturizer was the
only thing that had happened to him that day that actually felt good.
"Surely she must be finished with this embarrassing bath now," he
thought. "Hell, what else can she do to me?"
When he saw what she was preparing, he almost had a stroke and tried to
get out the door. She was quick and again he found himself bent over
and she was spanking his bare bottom with her leathery hand. The
stinging slaps actually seemed to hurt more than when she used the hair
brush and he soon surrendered. What dignity he had was completely
dispelled by what she did next.
Taking the pink rubber bulb after filling it with soapy warm water she
instructed him in the proper use of the douche. The white plastic
nozzle with its thick head hurt at first, but the embarrassment hurt
even more. He turned even redder as his penis began to lengthen and
grow stiff. The maid noticed and with a quick flick of her index finger
brought it back to softness. Jacob's eyes watered from the pain, but
managed to hold back a cry of anguish.
She made him douche three times before she was satisfied and then added
insult to injury by making him insert a heavy day's tampon. She not
only showed him how to do each step of his daily cleansing, she also
made him read the instructions that came with each device.
Wrapping a towel around his chest and tucking it into his none existent
cleavage, she finally led him back into the bedroom. She told him as
they went that she expected him to memorize both instruction books that
came with his douche kit and tampons. To make sure he wouldn't forget,
she pierced both pamphlets and threaded a pink ribbon through them and
tied it around his left wrist.
Seated at the vanity, before she removed the turban and began combing
out his long hair, coated his face with a facial mask. She quickly
parted his hair down the middle and created bangs by snipping off the
hair just above his brows. Taking a blow dryer and a round brush she
did her best to create a feminine looking hair style. Putting the blow
drier away, she took a red velvet bow and fastened it to the top of his
head letting the streamers fall to his shoulders creating a flat
ponytail in the process. Finished with his hair, she pushed his head
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peeled off the mask and began applying liquid foundation. Almost thirty
minutes later she stood back and admired her work. His face resembled
that of the Victorian doll sitting on the bed. His face had bright red
cupid lips, black feminine brows, lined eyes with blue lids and a pale
smooth milky face with pink blush on the cheeks. She wasn't finished
with his grooming yet. While not letting him look into the mirror, she
began filing and shaping his nails. Once filed and polished in a bright
red varnish she told him to keep his fingers spread until the polish
Grabbing his earlobe, she turned his head towards the mirror smiling
widely at the stunned and shocked look on his face. "Now boy I want you
to look at yourself and say out loud so that I can hear you real
good...'I'm so pretty. I just love the way I look.' You keep repeating
that until I tell you to stop." It wasn't until the maid twisted his
ear and repeated her instructions before Jacob began the embarrassing
As he was doing that, the maid went to the bureau and began collecting
his clothing. When she finished, she had him stand up and removed the
towel. Taking his hand she pulled him over to the bed and had him sit
where she had put the clothing. Taking the first thing off the pile,
she made him spread his legs and with a look just daring him to say or
do something, slid the pale violet satin sheath with it's rubber lining
over his penis and balls tying the bright thin violet satin ribbons
securing it at the base of his penis and again at the base of his
scrotal sack. Taking firm hold of the long violet satin ribbon attached
to the tip, she pulled it through his legs forcing the penis back
underneath and tied the ends around his waist.
A pair of bright red nylon pantaloons with pink lace around the knees
was followed by a matching satin corset which she laced to where Jacob
felt like he was being cut into two. A pretty red satin training bra
with eyelet lace trim and a small pink bow at its center soon followed.
After adjusting the straps to the bra, she pulled a bright red nylon
camisole over his head, the hem trimmed in fine floral lace. A bright
white satin blouse with billowing sleeves, ruffled lace jabot and a
high lace frilled collar that hugged his neck was buttoned up the back.
Next she pulled white nylon knee high stockings up his legs and f***ed
his feet into bright red patent leather Mary Jane's with cross strap,
two inch heels and large gold rectangular buckles. The shoes were very
tight and his feet felt crushed under their pressure. She then had him
step into a pair of bright red velvet shorts. The legs only came to mid
thigh, had a low waist and a sailor gold button fly front. The fit was
tight almost like it had been sprayed on and made his front look
exceptionally smooth while crushing his balls painfully and his ass
cheeks looked high and well rounded. A bright white satin sash was tied
around his waist and his dressing was topped off with an Eaton style
red velvet jacket. White lace fingerless gloves were pulled over his
hands and he was then led to the mirror.
He had an idea of what he must have looked like but what was revealed
before the mirror stunned him. He looked ridiculous and so different.
As he raised his lace covered hand towards his face the bright red
enamel on his nails reflected back at him. The juvenile and feminine
dress seemed to laugh back at him and his head began to swim. The maid
caught him around the waist just before he fell to the ground in a
The strong scent of ammonia brought him back to consciousness and as
soon as he realized that it had not been a nightmare almost fainted
again. The maid pulled him to his feet and with a swat to his bottom,
told him it was time to practice his mannerisms.
When he showed a slight bit of reluctance, she swatted his rounded
backside with the wooden hairbrush. "Now with your left hand place it
on your hip wrist in, fingers pointed out," she began his instruction.
"Place your right foot forward in a single step while you hold your
right elbow in close to your side, elbow bent up, wrist loose move with
your hip. Now repeat the step, using your left foot, carefully placing
it directly in front of your right foot while moving your left hip
forward. Good, now continue just like that around the room. Head up and
chest out while you move boy. Don't make me use this brush on that
pretty backside. Remember to walk on the balls of your feet before
placing the heel down. That's it. I want to see a big smile on that
face too. Come on keep moving and smile."
After what seemed like an eternity, she allowed him to sit on the
vanity stool, but that became a bigger pain than walking in the tight
constricting shoes. She had him sit down with his legs pressed tightly
together feet pointed straight out in front after smoothing the back of
his shorts. Then she had him practice crossing his legs while keeping
his calves close together. Hands clasped in his lap, arms tight to his
sides. Then stand and repeat the process over and over until she was
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this, his legs and feet were shooting lightening bolts of pain
throughout his body.
Next, she had him stand and practice performing curtseys. "Elegantly
grab the hem of your shorts between the tips of your thumb and
forefinger, pull out gently on the hem...I don't care if the material
does not move. When you are in skirts and dresses it will...and with
the left foot back behind your right foot dip into a curtsey. Remember
to keep your eyes demurely cast down boy. Now do it again. While you
are doing this, I want you to say so that I can clearly hear, 'I just
love how I look and move. I feel so pretty.'"
Just before he collapsed from exhaustion, she allowed him to lie down
on the bed. "Boy, you just rest for a few minutes while I tidy up a few
things. Just leave all your clothing on. When I get back, I expect you
to get out of bed, curtsey to me and tell me that you just love the way
you look and thank me for helping you look your best. Understood? Now
get some rest."
He heard her leave the room and the audible click of the door locking.
As there were no windows or other way out of the room, he stayed where
he was. He felt tears forming, but was too exhausted to do anything
other than fall into a deep but fitful sl**p.
It seemed like he had just closed his eyes when he felt a tugging on
his arm and the maid telling him to wake up and get out of bed. He
reached up to rub in eyes, but she slapped his hand away telling him
that he would smear his make up. The physical contact cleared his sl**p
numbed mind and the realization that he was not in a nightmare hit him
full f***e. Half pulled and half rising out of the bed, Jacob put his
shaky feet on the ground.
"Why are you doing this to me," he asked as he stood up beside the bed.
"I'm no sissy or a girl...why..."
Again, before he knew what hit him, Jacob found himself bent over the
bed with his backside raised high in the air. The hairbrush landed
squarely on his backside with a loud "Smack" and he yelled in both
fright and pain. The blows rained down in rapid strong strokes for what
seemed to him like hours, but only lasted a few minutes. By the time
the maid had finished delivering his punishment; large crocodile tears
were running down his face.
"I believe that I told you upon arising to say that 'I just love the
way I look and thank you for making me look my best.' As far as to why
I am doing this to you, all you need to know is that Ms. Nelson decided
this was best for you. Ms. Nelson will be obeyed in all things. Is that
completely understood? Now come along, we need to make you
With that, he was taken back into the bathroom. There his face was
cleansed and make up reapplied after brushing his teeth with his new
pink toothbrush. After she brushed his clothing into shape, the maid
had him practice his walking, sitting, and curtseying before ushering
Now he was standing before Ms. Nelson who was sitting in a large
armchair dressed in loose fitting lounging attire. Her attire was like
a jump suit, the body of which was made of silver satin and full
flowing long sleeves of pale grey chiffon. Her blond hair was piled in
ringlets atop her head held in place with a silver satin ribbon. Her
full round cheeks were dusted in a pale pink blush, her full lips a
deep fire engine red and her eyes were deep set, dark and brooding.
"Pig's eyes," was the first thought Jacob had when he had briefly
looked upon her face. "A circus fat lady," was his second thought.
However, when she finally spoke in a surprisingly deep and resonating
voice, he thought "I'm fucked!"
"So Jacob, I see that Matilda has worked some of her miracles on you,
but obviously there is yet much to be done. As you have noticed, I run
a very tight ship around here and expect everything and everyone to
meet my exacting specifications. I, like your grandmother, do not
tolerate young men. They are devious, ungracious, quarrelsome bullies
who have caused much of the world's problems. The only reason you are
here is because I owed your grandmother a favor. She has given over
your upbringing and guardianship completely to me. Therefore, as I take
my responsibilities seriously, you will be brought up as I think best
for you. She has dropped you out of school, but don't think that your
education is over. You will be trained to appreciate the female of the
species, to obey them as they are your superiors, and educated in a
field that I think will see you gainfully employed so that you will not
become dependent on the social welfare system."
converted by Web2PDFConvert.comShe paused a moment to sip some champagne from a fluted crystal glass
before continuing. "Since you are new to my household, you are being
regressed to sissyhood until such time that you can prove yourself a
better person. Once you have proven yourself, we will allow you to
progress out of sissyhood. What you end up being is totally up to you
but until then I am placing you completely under the guidance of
Matilda. The sooner you learn your lessons under her instruction, the
sooner you may lead your own life."
Seeing that he was about to speak, she shook her finger in the air. "I
have not given you permission to speak yet Jacob! I can see the
question you want to ask reflected in your face. No, this is not a
punishment of any sort. You must be broken of all the inequalities that
maleness has ingrained into you from birth. To do this successfully, we
must start all over from the beginning. If being treated like a sissy
is abhorrent to you, then I recommend that before you say anything, you
consider what it would be like to be regressed to babyhood. Imagine
being totally dependant on Matilda to change your dirty diapers, feed
you your formula, dress you in pretty little girlie dresses, only being
able to crawl and play with your dollies and never allowed to speak. I
admit that this is a drastic step in that it takes so much of Matilda's
private time but she is more than willing to do so. Now if you
understand everything that I have said, you may give me a curtsey and
say 'thank you Ms. Nelson for helping and caring for me.'"
Jacob stood stunned hardly believing what his ears were hearing. The
mere thought of having to wear and worse use diapers sent a shiver down
his back. He knew that both of these women were nuttier than fruit
cakes but he couldn't think of a way out. His basic instinct was to run
as fast and as far as he could no matter how he was currently dressed.
However his brain told him to wait, do as she suggested and then when
the time was right run like hell. So after a few moments of indecision,
he dropped into a curtsey and said the required words.
"Good, very good Jacob, you have just made one small step forward in
your retraining." Ms. Nelson said. "Now I think a more appropriate name
is in order here. Matilda what do you think about the name 'Camille'
for our new sissy? Don't you think such a feminine sounding name
fitting for our new charge?"
Jacob almost fainted with the pronouncement of his new name. The
combination of not having eaten since early morning, the tightness of
the corset and clothing, and the impact of what had been said was
almost too much. Matilda seeing that he was just about to fall stepped
up and grabbed him around the waist as she agreed that the name Camille
was just perfect. With that, Ms. Nelson indicated that they should
leave and settled back into her plush armchair.
"Come along Camille," Matilda said as she half dragged him into the
kitchen. There she placed a pristine white nylon bib styled apron with
ruffled sleeves and hem over his head and tied it in a large fluffy bow
in back. Guiding him over to the table she helped him sit. "Camille, I
am going to fix you something to eat then you are going to help me
clean the kitchen and prepare tonight's dinner," she finished as she
turned to the refrigerator.
With his late lunch of eight crackers, small mixed salad, and glass of
diet supplement completed, he was handed carrots and potatoes to wash
and pare for dinner. She told him to remove his lace gloves and put on
a pair of pink rubber ones before starting. Matilda was making a pot
roast in a Dutch oven. As she cut the portions Camille began mopping
and cleaning the kitchen. After everything was completed, they sat down
at the kitchen table and had a cup of herbal tea. Jacob was feeling
much better but was exhausted and Matilda could see it in his eyes.
"Camille, I know that you are tired but you will get use to the routine
and training schedule soon enough," she stated.
"But Matilda," he began but was immediately told to refer to her as
Miss Matilda and that when referring to Ms. Nelson would use the
honorific of Mistress.
"Miss Matilda," he began again, "I'm still so hungry an...and this
corset is tearing me in two..."
He was stopped by Matilda's raised hand. "Camille you must watch your
weight and you will get use to your corset over time. I expect your
waist to be down from its current 28 inches to less than 23 before we
are finished with your initial training. To help you with your
exhaustion, I will get you on a vitamin regiment and exercise program.
Each morning, beginning tomorrow, you will arise at precisely 5:00
a.m., perform your obligations, then one hour of aerobics. At six you
will attend to your bath and morning toilet. By seven you will be
dressed for the day, assist me in the kitchen, and then clean up. At
8:30 you will attend to your lessons until noon when again you will
converted by Web2PDFConvert.comassist me in the kitchen. We will continue your lessons at one thirty
until five thirty when we will prepare dinner. After everything is
cleaned up and put away for the evening you will have two hours to read
and study your lessons. At nine thirty you will begin your nightly
beauty regiment and then to bed no later than ten thirty. Do I make
myself clear? Good, now let me get your vitamins then we can get back
Jacob was still trying to digest everything that she had just said when
Matilda returned and handed him his vitamins and a glass of water. He
was surprised at the number of them. There was a large purple pill, two
small pink pills, one small white and one yellow, and a large grey pill
in his hand as he raised them to his lips. He did not know what they
were exactly, but from the look in Matilda's eyes knew that he had to
take them without complaint.
Matilda followed behind as they walked back up stairs. Whenever he
failed to walk heel and toe with his arms and hands in the appropriate
position, she hit his swaying behind with her ever present hair brush.
He felt the tampon moving inside him and a tug on his penis within its
protective sheath with each sway of his hips. The pull of the bra
straps and the constraint of the corset keeping his back straight were
also disconcerting. He was too afraid of what he looked like walking in
such a swishy manner that he dared not dwell on it.
Once in the room, he was led into the bathroom where he was told to
remove his shorts and panties and sit to pee. She explained that the
sheath was rubber lined and had an opening allowing the passage of
urine but that he would have to sit like a girl and wipe afterwards.
Blushing he did as told and went crimson when she told him to remove
his tampon and handed him a new one.
After redressing and refreshing his make up, he was led back into the
bedroom where he spent the next three hours practicing his walking,
sitting, curtseying and voice. She now expected him to speak in a soft
lilting voice while repeating over and over "I feel so pretty oh so
pretty I just love the way I look. I love my beautiful new clothes and
frilly undies oh so much. Thank you Miss Matilda and Mistress Nelson
for making me feel so pretty."
Actually, he felt totally disgusted with himself and the way he was
letting these women dictate his life. He let his concentration slip as
he contemplated how he was going to escape and the swift bite of a
riding crop across his lower thighs made him get back to business. The
riding crop was the latest addition to his learning aides and its
biting cut caught his immediate attention.
By the end of the three hours with only a few fifteen minute breaks,
Jacob was exhausted both mentally and physically. There wasn't a spot
on his body that he could say did not hurt or burn. Even his voice was
sore from the constant humiliating words he had been f***ed to repeat
over and over again.
When dinner was served, he was positively drooling over the rich
aromatic smells coming from the oven. His expectations of a fine meal
were dashed when Matilda handed him a plate containing one cooked
carrot, salad with a vinaigrette dressing, and one thin slice of roast
accompanied by a glass of supplement and one purple and two pink pills.
He had tears in his eyes as he gazed at his plate.
Dinner over and the kitchen cleaned, they went back to his bedroom
where Matilda set up a voice recorder and had him read British love
sonnets after listening to the same sonnet read by a very feminine
voice. Her instructions were simple. If his voice did not sound much
improved by the end of the hour he would receive five strokes of the
crop. Needless to say, Jacob did his best to copy the feminine voice
and managed to receive only one stroke of the crop.
Before beginning his evening toilet, Matilda gave him some time to
himself. During this time, he was to memorize his two instruction
pamphlets on tampons and douching. She gave him a yellow pad and pencil
to make any necessary notes. Telling him as she left, "I expect to see
important points on both subjects written in a fine neat script
Camille. By the way, I think little hearts over the 'eyes' are so cute.
f***ed to be a Sissy II
Matilda entered his room without knocking and quickly reached his side
where he had been writing down his notes on the uses of tampons and
douches. She scanned them and said, "Well for a first try I guess I can
accept this, but tomorrow we will work on your penmanship. Now come along
and let me help you get undressed."
With that said, she stripped him down to his panties, corset and bra.
Leading him by the hand, he was taken into the bathroom. After cleansing
his make up off with cold cream, he washed his face and was allowed to sit
to pee and remove his soiled tampon. He cringed as Matilda handed him a
new one. After washing his hands, Jacob stood before the sink while she
brushed his teeth for him.
"Just like some juvenile little k**," he thought. He wanted to pull away
and tell her that he could do that himself but he remembered just in time
what the consequences would be. Jacob certainly did not want to wind up in
Taken back into the bedroom, he was instructed to sit on the vanity stool.
There she instructed him on how to further cleanse his face and add
moisturizer. His face cleaned and put into a green facial mask, Matilda
began putting his hair up in bright pink plastic rollers.
Again he wanted to protest but held his tongue. Not so much of what she
was doing to his hair rather the sharp pain the bristles and tight roll
was doing to his scalp.
Finished with his hair, she removed the mask which had hardened and easily
peeled off his face. Next she handed him a jar of body lotion to rub into
his exposed skin especially his elbows and heels. With that done, she
helped him into a pair of fresh bright green chiffon bloomers with white
lace frilled cuffs and a matching baby doll knife edge pleated gown with a
square collar frilled with white lace. As a final indignation, she placed
a very frilly pink and white lace mop cap over his tightly rolled hair.
As she tucked the satin sheet under his chin, Matilda told him, "Remember
that if you try to disobey me in any way, you will end up in diapers and
plastic panties. Believe me when I say that if that happens, you will use
them to the point where you will have to be potty trained all over again.
Understand Camille? Now go to sl**p. If I hear any noise or discover that
you did anything naughty, you will be in diapers this time tomorrow."
Jacob was too intimidated to even think about getting out of bed or
disobeying her. He just lay in the big bed with tears in his eyes as he
wondered over and over again what he had done so wrong to end up in this
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his hair and tight corset couldn't keep him from an exhausted sl**p.
He was awoken in the early morning and quickly stripped of all his
clothing with the exception of the mop cap. Jacob let out a loud sigh of
relief as the corset was removed and rubbed his red indented sides. As his
hand messaged his body, he could feel the indentations left by the steel
stays of the corset.
Noticing him rubbing his sides, Matilda said, "Hurts some at first but
your body will get use to it in time. I wore one for ages and it did
wonders for my figure."
Again taken by the hand, Jacob was led into the bathroom were a tub full
of multicolored bubbles awaited. Before he was allowed to soak his aching
body, Matilda led him over to the cabinet and handed him his douche kit
and a fresh tampon. After filling the pink rubber bag with warm soapy
water, he screwed in the white ridged plastic nozzle.
"Camille slowly insert the nozzle, pushing it all the way in, then slowly
remove it. You will do that twenty times before slowly squeezing the bulb.
I know that was not mentioned in the instructions but since you are a
sissy boy you will have to do it that way.
Grunting softly, Jacob did as instructed with great embarrassment as his
penis began to stiffen. By the second cleansing, his penis was stiff and
did not go unnoticed by Matilda.
"Well if that isn't exactly how a little sissy boy reacts to his
cleansing. We'll have to make sure that little thing of yours doesn't make
any messy mess. Now don't we? I asked you a question sissy boy. Yes we
do." She took a condom from the medicine cabinet and holding his stiff
member with one hand, rolled the bright pink latex up his shaft. This
time, she made him work the nozzle much faster and harder into his bottom.
Matilda did not let him squeeze the bulb until she saw him begin to fill
It was a mortified and emotionally drained young man sitting on the
commode as Matilda reached down and removed the pink condom. Holding it up
before his eyes, she said, "Not much here to brag about. A real man would
have put five times as much into this. I see that Ms. Nelson was right
about you being nothing more than a sissy boy Camille."
With that said noticing his stricken face, she reached out with her free
hand and pinched his nose. When he opened his mouth to breathe, she pushed
the pink condom into it. "Camille you made the mess so you get to clean it
up. Don't even think about spitting that out, you hear me. Just keep it
there until we finish with your bath and it had better be clean when you
take it out."
As the taste of lubricated latex and his own cum filled his mouth, Jacob
wanted to throw up. He had to swallow back the bile twice before the
nausea stopped and in the process some of his own cum. What was left of
his male ego was being splintered into smaller and smaller fragments. He
was so humiliated and embarrassed, he couldn't hold up his head.
After he had inserted the new tampon and cleaned up his douche kit,
Matilda led him over to the bath. There she scrubbed every inch of his
body with a natural sponge and made sure his ears were clean. Out of the
tub, she patted him dry then had him powder his body with lavender scented
talc. She brushed his teeth for him and had him smooth a feminine
deodorant under his arms. To add to his shame, she made him use a vaginal
powder on his anal area and handed him the instructional pamphlet that
came with it to read and memorize later. Finally, she had him take the
condom from his mouth and display it for her in his palm.
"Good," she said, "Now roll it up in toilet paper so that others will not
see it and place it in the trash basket. Notice, I said place not throw or
drop it in the basket."
Wrapping the fluffy pink towel around him girl style, she took the greatly
embarrassed young man by the hand and led him back to the bedroom. Seated
at the vanity, she began applying make up to one side of his face while
telling him exactly what she was doing and why. First she used concealer
under the eye and the few splotches on his face. This was followed by a
pale foundation, powder to set the base coat, a rosy dark pink blush,
eyelash curler, dark black mascara and eye liner, pale pink eye shadow
blended into a dark rose pink, black eyebrow pencil and finally a thick
coat of rose pink lipstick.
It took Jacob what seemed like forever before he satisfied Matilda. It had
been especially hard for him to get his eye liner just good enough to
please her. He was in no way pleased with the results as he thought he
looked like a ridiculously over made up doll.
converted by Web2PDFConvert.comWith his make up done, she had him stand and remove the towel. Grabbing
his penis, she quickly slid a vivid yellow satin rubber lined sheath up
the shaft. Taking the equally vivid yellow satin ribbons tied it securely
around his balls and waist. He watched in continued horror as she gathered
his clothing and dressed him.
Bright yellow panty girdle with diamond satin insert and a pair of
matching bridal satin pantaloons with four tiers of bright white floral
lace around the legs was first. The satin pantaloons made an unnerving
loud swishing sound whenever he moved. A yellow satin corset was fastened
securely around him that made him gasp for air. A matching lace trimmed
training bra and lacy camisole soon followed.
When he thought he could endure no more, Matilda brought out a pale yellow
front pleated almost sheer polyester blouse with billowing sleeves and
lacy cuffs that buttoned up the back with small pearl buttons. A lime
green pair of velvet short shorts were tugged up his legs and fastened
with a zipper and large gold button at the rear. To hide the zipper, a
wide bright forest green satin bow with streamers was hooked just under
the button. The shorts were form fitting and very tight.
Back on the vanity stool, she quickly pulled white knee highs up his
hairless legs and fastened them in place with lime green satin garters.
Yellow patent leather pumps with pointed toes and a two inch heel were
f***ed onto his feet. They were hurting his feet even before he stood and
put pressure on them. His toes were just not accustomed to being squeezed
With his dressing completed, she turned him facing the mirror and began
fixing his hair. In less time than it took to put them in, the rollers
were out and his now curly hair brushed out in a somewhat feminine do. As
a finishing touch, Matilda fastened a bright lime green satin bow to the
top of his head and spritzed him with a heavy floral scented perfume.
"Come along Camille. It is time to prepare breakfast and then we must be
off for your salon appointment," she said as she took his hand and began
leading him out the door.
Jacob dug in his heels as he heard her pronouncement. "...B...bu...but
Miss Matilda yo..you ...I mean...I can't go out looking like this...." He
managed to stutter.
"And what is wrong with the way you are dressed Camille? You look adorable
in that outfit and I will not hear another word about it. Imagine that,
just a sissy boy for one day and you are already asking for fancier
clothing. Maybe if you are a good sissy boy, Mz. Nelson will let you go
shopping with her later. Now come along. I am hungry and we are running a
"Miss Matilda, please. I didn't mean that....."
"Camille, one more word or resistance and I will tan your pretty pantied
backside with my crop. You will hurry along and you will go to your salon
appointment. If you do not start speaking as you were taught yesterday and
before speaking and answering, curtsey prettily for me, it will be diapers
for two months. Understood?"
After the dishes were put away and the kitchen cleaned, she took him back
to his room to freshen his make up. She saw the tears forming in his eyes
and with a couple of swats with her crop on his pantaloon covered thighs
she informed him that if he smeared his mascara a worse punishment could
Before leaving for the salon, she had him practice his ultra-feminine walk
and voice. As they left the bedroom, Matilda handed him a small strapped
pink patent leather purse with a white kitten on it to him along with a
white lace edged hankie.
"Put the strap of the purse over your left wrist and hold the hankie
between your thumb and forefinger in your right hand," she instructed as
they went to the car.
At the car, she told him to first turn away from the seat and slowly lower
his bottom. Once in, to lift his legs while holding them tightly together,
turn to face the front. Seated he should neatly fold his hands in his lap.
The corset made slumping almost impossible but his head was held down in
shame. Starting the car, she ordered him to sit with his head up straight.
About an hour later they arrived at a small run down strip mall in the
inner city. On one side was a Vietnamese Grocery beside it a tattoo parlor
and anchoring the end was the "Little Sissy Spa and Salon." As the car
pulled to a stop right in front of the salon, Jacob got a big lump in his
throat. "At least there doesn't seem to be any people standing around," he
thought as opened the door. Ms. Matilda was standing out side his door
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and exit the car. Carefully placing the purse around his left wrist and
picking up the hankie, he followed closely beside her. The swishing of his
bridal satin pantaloons seemed louder than the crash of ocean storm waves
as he minced his way into the salon.
What first seemed to be a pretty teenage girl sitting behind the desk
greeted them and told Matilda that Mr. Henri would be right with them.
Something about the girl did not look just right and then he noticed her
name tag. It read "Sissy Paulette."
"This can't be a guy looking like that, can it?" He thought. "The face
looks a little out of sorts and....oh my...her make up is tattooed on and
look at those other tattoos. They are so feminine. Can't be no guy. No
self respecting guy anyway." His thoughts were interrupted as a swishy man
walked into the receptionist's area. (see "Paulette" by moi at FM)
"Mz. Matilda, I am Mr. Henri, your specialist," he said as he took her
hand in a limp wristed handshake. "And this, I presume, is Miss Camille."
With that, Mr. Henri stepped over to Jacob and much to his surprise gave
him a peck on the left cheek. "Welcome to my humble establishment. Would
you like some tea Mz. Matilda while we get started on your charming
They were e****ted into the belly of the b**st as Jacob would call it and
he was given into the care of a large masculine looking woman. In a back
room, she began undressing him and when he protested, quickly upended him
over her ample lap and gave him ten solid smacks to his round bottom.
Telling him to cooperate or else, she finished removing his remaining
clothing and told to get up on the padded table.
There she covered his body and beard line up past his sideburns with a
jelly like paste. He was shocked when she coated his entire genital area.
Placing cotton padding over his eyes, she rolled over a strange looking
machine and soon a pulsating light began playing over his jelly covered
frontal area. All Jacob could sense was the cool jelly heating up to an
almost painful burn and he dared not move. He had been told that if the
eye shields fell off or he moved he could be seriously hurt. Finally he
was turned over and the jelly applied to his backside. He felt something
spread his ass cheeks wide apart and the cool jelly applied between the
crack of his ass. Again the heated feeling, then he was told to get up and
led to a shower. A shelf in the shower held a fragrant bar of soap,
natural sponge, and a bottle of pink body lotion. He was told to wash his
body clean and then apply the body lotion when he had finished.
Washing off the jelly, he noticed that his skin was pink in color and that
what side burns he had were now gone. Stepping from the shower, he quickly
dried himself with a large towel hanging beside the stall and wrapped it
around his waist. He stepped into the pink paper slippers that were on the
floor and started to move when the woman told him to put his towel around
his body like he should. "Camille you had better remember that sissies are
never immodest or you will be punished. Now come along, we have a lot to
do," she informed him as she led him to a chair beside a shampoo sink.
Shampooed twice and conditioned, he was taken to Mr. Henri's work station.
He was given a bright pink smock to put on and helped into the stylist
chair. As Mr. Henri was sectioning, covering each section with a foul
smelling lotion and then covering each section in foil, a young girl began
giving him a manicure and pedicure.
She added acrylic nail extensions to his fingers and shaped them in
rounded points. While she was doing that his feet were soaking in a warm
bath. By the time she was finished, Jacob had bright pink nails a half
inch past the tips of his fingers and matching polish covered each toe.
She had completed his finger nails just as Mr. Henri had completed
preparing Jacob's hair for the dryer and his feet by the time he headed
back to the shampoo chair.
Back at Mr. Henri chair, his now golden blonde hair was put in small
tightly wound rods and another foul smelling lotion applied. He didn't
have long to wait before he was led back to the shampoo stand. "I wonder
if you can drown hair and kill it by washing it this much," he thought
idly as he was led once again to the drier. He spent more time under the
drier this time. He thought that his scalp was burned when they pulled him
from under it. Mr. Henri removed the rods and began brushing it out.
Jacob had an idea of what they were doing to him but hadn't seen the
results. He could tell by the broad smile on Ms. Matilda's face that she
certainly liked it. "Just like a short haired Goldilocks," she said as she
"I am glad that you approve Madam," Mr. Henri said. "Do you want me to do
the piercing now or would you like me to perform some other minor miracles
that we offer."
converted by Web2PDFConvert.com"Oh your catalog is most interesting Mr. Henri but I think just the
piercings we discussed will do for now. I'll mention your other offering
to Mz. Nelson when we get home."
Jacob was really nervous and scared now. "Piercings....other things...what
piercings," he thought. "I gotta stop this some how from going any
Before he could react, Mr. Henri saw the "deer in the headlights" look in
his eyes change to one of flight and quickly strapped him into the chair.
"There, there Camille, nothing to worry your pretty little head over. I'm
just going to pierce your ears and one nostril. That's all. So calm down
darling sissy," he said.
Shortly, Jacob had two holes in each lobe and one in his left nostril. The
top holes contained gold studs with bright green stones in them. The right
ear lobe also had another stud with a bright pink stone in it. The lower
left lobe contained a small gold round hoop with three very dainty gold
chains hanging from it which were attached to a small stud in his left
nostril. The chains d****d femininely across his left cheek.
"Camille darling, go with Martha and she will help you get dressed," Mr.
Henri said as he began un-strapping Jacob.
"Mz. Matilda are you sure that I can't perform some other service for you
beside the lazar hair removal we did earlier. You know I can make such a
pretty little sissy so much more feminine." Jacob heard as he was led
away. He was very thankful when he heard Miss. Matilda reply that she did
As he was being dress by Martha, Jacob had the chance to examine himself
closely in the wall to wall mirror of the dressing room. Just as he
feared, he looked totally ridiculous. His hair was a bright gold color in
small corkscrew curls. It was too short to be a girl's yet too feminine to
be a boy's hair style. The piercings were just as bad. The ones in his
ears were definitely feminine but what girl would have golden chains
dangling across their cheek. As he reached up to touch the dangling
chains, Martha told him he would have to be very careful that he didn't
snag them on anything or he could rip them out.
"That would be very painful, my dear," she added as she pulled the corset
His make up was reapplied before they left the salon. Jacob couldn't wait
to get back to the relative safety of the house. All he needed was for
some guys to see him looking like this to totally ruin his life. He became
even more afraid when instead of walking to the car, Miss. Matilda headed
in the direction of the tattoo parlor.
Before he could say anything, she told him that because of his behavior at
the salon and at the house he was going to be punished. "At the salon you
did not walk like a proper sissy nor did you curtsey or use the proper
tone of voice we have been practicing. Additionally, you tried to resist
Miss Martha when she was helping you undress and had to be spanked.
Therefore, I have decided to get you a reminder of your improper behavior
by getting you a pretty little hummingbird tattoo over your left breast,"
she informed him.
"By the way, if you do anything and I mean anything to embarrass me while
you get your tattoo; you will be a very sorry little sissy. Perhaps a
barbell through your tongue and other more elaborate tattoos would be in
order, if you understand my meaning Camille."
The only thing that could be heard as they walked the short distance to
the tattoo parlor was the loud swishing of his pantaloons. At the parlor
door, he hesitated only briefly to swallow hard and set his mind. He had
to make sure that he did nothing to further piss off Miss. Matilda. The
very last things he wanted were feminine tattoos and piercings.
The tattoo parlor proved to be both humiliating and very painful. He had
to curtsey to the two men in the parlor and then in his feminine voice beg
them to tattoo a cute little hummingbird over his left breast.
Laughing the larger of the two men said that he had to have proof of age
before he could do anything. When Jacob looked blankly at Ms. Matilda she
nodded towards his little pink purse. Opening it up, he found his driver's
license, a tampon, a tube of lipstick and some tissues. Turning a bright
shade of pink, he handed over his license.
"Well, well, look missy this license was issued to a Jacob and you don't
look like no Jacob I've ever seen."
"Oh, but that's really is me," Jacob had to say while blushing for all he
was worth. "If you don't believe me, you can as Miss. Matilda who is with
me. She works for my guardian."
converted by Web2PDFConvert.com"Yes, that is our sweet little sissy boy. Jacob has always been the sweet
little girly boy that you see standing before you. That is except that one
time when he tried being a real boy when he started driving. As you can
see by that picture on the license, he wasn't much of a macho man like you
two. Camille, as he likes to be called, couldn't wait to get back into his
frillies. Didn't you my precious?"
Doing his utmost to keep the tears out of his eyes, Jacob answered, "Of
course I couldn't wait to get back into my pretty clothes Miss Matilda. I
just luv my pretties."
It took the artist about two hours to do his work and it was done out in
the open where everyone could see him. The bright green and red throated
hummingbird stood out on his pale white skin. It would very difficult to
miss seeing if he ever dared to bare his chest again. As an added touch,
the artist tattooed three small pink hearts over the hummingbird. Saying
as he did that all the girls wanted it that way. After the artist finished
the tattoo, he put a sterile bandage over it. He handed Jacob a sheet of
paper telling him how to keep it clean and not get it infected.
Jacob thanked both men and did a little curtsey before leaving the store.
The tears he was still shedding were not all from the pain of the needle.
Fortunately for him, Miss Matilda did not seem to notice how badly his
mascara was running.
f***ed to be a Sissy III
Jacob stood before Mz. Nelson with his hands clasped firmly behind his
back. His chin was held upward by her pudgy left hand as she stared into
his eyes. "Well, I really do like the new look Miss Matilda. That
precious hummingbird tattoo is especially appealing to me. I am somewhat
disturbed from your report that he misbehaved while at the salon. I could
forgive Camille for forgetting to walk, speak and behave as a good sissy
should as it was his first public outing. However, having to be spanked
in the salon is unforgivable. The more I think about it, the more
embarrassed I become. Imagine what Martha and Mr. Henri must think of me
after witnessing Camille's bad behavior? I think it is time to insure
Camille's bestest sissy behavior in the future. I think....." she stopped
speaking to look over to where Miss Matilda was standing.
As she looked over to Miss Matilda, Jacob indignantly thought, "Miss
Nelson was embarrassed? What about me? I was the one totally humiliated
by being paraded around dressed like a complete idiot and f***ed to
undergo the salon's treatments. Worse, I was the one f***ed into asking,
no not asking, begging to have a girly hummingbird tattooed on my chest.
She should be chewing out Miss Matilda not me!" His thoughts were stopped
when Miss Nelson turned her attention back to him and squeezed his chin
forcing his lips to pucker.
"I think that you have just earned yourself the next four days in diapers
little sissy. If that doesn't change your attitude and obedience to
orders, then we will think of something much more comprehensive. Now give
me a kiss on the cheek and tell your Auntie Nelson that you will be a
good little sissy from now on.....oh... I think you should apologize to
Miss Matilda for being such a bad sissy," she said as she released her
hold on him.
Fuming in silent rage, Jacob did as he was ordered. The fact that he
would be in diapers for the next four days did not immediately register
in his mind. With his apology made he was dismissed and told to follow
Miss Matilda. Placing his left wrist tight against his left hip,
fluttering his hand and raising his right arm, elbow tight against his
side, wrist loose, he simpered after her. The swishing of his bridal
satin pantaloons and click-click of his heels on the wooden floor could
be heard throughout the room. The noise roared like a lion in his ears
reminding him with every step of what had been done to him.
Miss Matilda quickly stripped him of all his clothing. Then led him into
the bathroom where he was allowed to use the toilet. To his surprise, she
did not give him a fresh tampon. Back in the bedroom, she had him sit on
the vanity stool as she went into the back of the large walk-in closet.
He sat nervously as he heard her rummaging in the closet. Jacob was
worrying about what new indignity she was going to come up with next. As
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the door. In a panic, Jacob grasped the brass door knob and twisted as he
saw Miss Matilda drop what she was carrying and picking up her crop.
Pulling on the stubborn door knob for all he was worth, Jacob couldn't
get it to open. In desperation, he stepped back and kicked out his bare
foot as hard as he could at the wooden door. Two sensations filled his
mind at about the same time, a feeling of excruciating pain in his foot
and the second, a shearing burning pain across his bare bottom. Jacob
found himself lying on the carpet by the door face down. He ass was being
assaulted by the crop and all he could feel was pain. Tears overwhelmed
his eyes and flooded in a torrent down his face by the time the
punishment was over.
Miss Matilda reached down, pulled him to his feet and led him limping to
the bed. He stood crying while she quickly laid a pink rubber sheet
across the mattress. Without a word, she pushed him down on the sheet
face down and began smoothing a sweet smelling lotion across his burning
cheeks. After using a generous amount of lotion, Matilda sprinkled baby
powder liberally over his exposed butt. Turning him over, she did the
same with his groin. It did not take her long to place two thick pieces
of soft toweling between his legs and pin them securely between his legs
with bright pink tipped diaper pins. She picked up a bright violet
colored pair of plastic panties frilled across the bottom with eight rows
of lavender colored floral lace and waved them before his eyes.
As the plastic panties were shaken before him, Jacob's pain filled eyes
changed to ones filled with total humiliation and fear. Still without a
word being said, Matilda slid the garment up his legs. Making sure that
the tight elastic legs and waist were completely covering the bulky
diaper, she pulled him into a sitting position.
He was about to beg for mercy but before he could get out a single word,
she thrust a large pink rubber pacifier into his mouth. The pacifier was
shaped like a realistic penis three inches long and one and a half in
diameter with a white plastic lip guard. It could be secured around the
head by two bright pink satin ribbons. His eyes were as large as saucers
as it came into focus and pushed its way into his mouth.
"You so much as spit or take that out of your mouth without my
permission and you will be a very sorry sissy. Now I want to see you
sucking on that like a good sissy baby and you had better look like you
are enjoying it," she warned. Jacob gulped in fear and did as he was
She pulled lavender lace ruffled anklets onto his feet followed by a pair
of lavender patent leather Mary Jane styled shoes with a two inch heel.
His right foot screamed in pain as she fastened that one but the pacifier
muffled what little noise he dared utter.
His hands were placed into lavender satin fingerless mittens and tied
securely to his wrists. There was no way he could use his hands for most
purposes much less get his diaper off by himself. Almost as humiliating
as the diaper was the E-cup lavender bullet bra that she fastened to his
chest. The cotton bra cups stood out in stiff overlapping ridged layers
in order to form the pointed cup. It looked like a garment put on inside
out but just the thought of those stiff ridges against bare skin sent a
shiver down his spine. Cotton pads were used to fill out the cups. A
matching waist cinch was quickly fastened around his waist, drawing it in
at least four inches. It left him gasping for breath. He felt his lower
two ribs crunch under the garment's pressure.
What looked to be a white floral lace communion dress with a square
neckline and embroidered bib front came next. The bib front was centered
by a pink rose and thin bow with six inch streamers. Matilda pulled it
over his head and buttoned up the back. The hem had a two inch band of
pink floral lace and the hem reached to his upper thigh. Finally, a large
bright pink satin baby's bonnet with white lace frilled brim and ribbon
streamers was tied securely under his chin.
As he was led over to the vanity, Jacob wobbled as the thick padding
between his legs made even his sissy stride impossible. He saw his
reflection in the vanity mirror as he approached it. Jacob could see what
appeared to be a big sissy baby and that his padded bottom and panties
were visible to anyone who cared to notice.
Seated at the vanity, she used a nearly white foundation on his face,
followed by vivid purple eye shadow, dark black mascara and eye brow
pencil and a vivid red lipstick. She had given him a doll's face and with
his Goldilocks hair style and bonnet looked like he belonged beside the
other dolls sitting on his bed. He felt totally defeated and humiliated
beyond belief as Matilda led him downstairs for dinner.
He was assisted into a high chair and once seated strapped in and a tray
fastened pinning him to the seat. Two bowls filled with what looked like
green slime and yellow yuck were placed in front of him. Matilda put a
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covered his exposed clothing. Using a large spoon, she began quickly
feeding him. First she fed him the green slime which tasted as bad as it
looked then the yellow yucky stuff which tasted even worse. He later
discovered that the green slime had been pureed asparagus and the yellow
pureed squash. By the time she had finished feeding him, his face and bib
were covered in a mix of greens and yellows.
From the high chair, he was led into the dinning room where a playpen had
been set up. It was pink with a bright white plastic mattress with pink
fairies printed on it. In the pen he was given a large baby bottle with a
pink phallic shaped two inch long nipple. The baby bottle contained a
mixture of supplement, milk, sugar, diuretic and castor oil. She shoved
it into his mouth and told him to drink every bit of it or else. With the
fingerless mittens, Jacob could not hold onto the bottle. Seeing the look
on Miss Matilda's face he knew he had to find a way to finish the bottle.
It wasn't until he remembered seeing a baby drinking his milk using both
his little hands and feet to prop it up that he managed to suck on his
bottle. Finished with the foul tasting solution, he was told to play with
the Betsey Wetsey doll. Under Matilda's and Ms. Nelson's watchful eye, he
did as he was told. He watched them from his pen and envied their large
helpings of mouth drooling roast, fresh bread, and all the trimmings as
they ate at the dinning table. The aromas coming from their dinner made
his tummy rumble and he had to concentrate on his doll play. He did not
want any additional punishment and hoped by cooperating his diapering
would not last long.
While the two women were having their after dinner sherry, Jacob's
stomach did a loud rumble and he felt a very strong urge to both urinate
and pass his bowels. He looked up desperately at the two women but seeing
no reaction, mumbled as loudly as he could with the pacifier tied in his
mouth. His mumblings became more frantic with each rumble of his stomach.
Ms. Nelson looked over his way and with a smile said, "Matilda I believe
our little sissy baby is trying to get our attention. Do you think there
might be something the matter with the little tyke?"
Matilda gave him a stare and turning to Ms. Nelson replied, "Oh I don't
think it is anything important enough to interrupt our sherry Madam. Why
don't we play a hand of rummy? Whatever Camille's problem, I am sure it
will pass momentarily."
Both women laughed and began playing cards. Jacob understood Matilda's
little joke and did his best to keep from messing his diapers. He
squeezed his bottom until his face became red but it was to no avail.
With a loud squishing farting sound he filled his diapers to almost
overflowing. His plastic panties managed to contain it all and soon the
initial warmth of his excrement turned cool then cold. He could feel the
cold mess pressing against his bottom and groin. As he squirmed on the
plastic mattress, the mess was further rubbed all around his bottom and
groin and the smell became quite obvious. Tears filled his eyes and he
began crying in total humiliated surrender.
Finished their game of rummy, Matilda took him from the play pen and up
the stairs. As he waddled, the stench became more prominent and his
diaper sagged between his legs. His feelings, as he waddled beside her,
were so new and utterly disgusting that humiliated did not come close to
describing them. The only thing he could do in reaction to these new
feelings was cry and cry hard.
She led him up the stairs and into a room across from his. Inside was
revealed as a little girl's nursery. Painted a soft pink with fairies and
dancing baby blue unicorns and smelling of baby powder and perfume, it
was a baby girl's dream come true. An adult sized crib painted in white
enamel with soft pink chiffon d****ry and raised chiffon netting with a
large poof tied off with a bright pink satin ribbon was against one wall.
A changing table stood nearby with shelving filled with diapers and all
the necessary powders and lotions required. A pink plastic mat on the
floor took up most of the remaining space and had numerous dolls,
coloring books and crayons, cut-out books with blunted scissors and paste
stacked in neat piles. A large rocking horse with straps for securing the
rider and a rocking chair finished the furnishings.
Matilda fastened him to the changing table and soon had his filthy diaper
off and his bottom and groin cleaned. Before she pinned his new diaper in
place, she took a small egg shaped white suppository and inserted it into
his anus. A pale yellow plastic panty with six rows of white lace were
pulled up his legs and secured around his waist. The waist cinch and
bullet bra were left on him but the dress removed. The dress was replaced
by a long pale yellow with prancing pink unicorns flannel night gown. It
had a bright yellow satin draw string at the hem so that his feet could
be secured inside. His mittens were replaced with bright yellow satin
ones. A yellow satin mop cap was placed on his head as a finishing touch.
Cleaned and dressed, she took him into his old bathroom where she washed
converted by Web2PDFConvert.comhis face and brushed his teeth. Back in the nursery, she put him in the
crib and gave him another large bottle of formula to drink. To his
surprise, he saw a small DVD television attached to the foot of the crib.
Matilda turned it on and that horrible purple dinosaur with its mind
numbing songs began playing. Again he had to use his feet to secure the
bottle in his mouth. When he had finished it, she put his pacifier back
into his mouth secured it with its ribbon so he couldn't spit it out and
pulled the draw string tight enfolding his feet inside the night dress.
Turning out the lights, she left him imprisoned with that purple dinosaur
still playing on the television.
It seemed to take hours for him to drift off to sl**p as his mind kept
repeating all the nasty things that had happened to him. What filled his
mind the most were thoughts of how long could he bear wearing diapers and
what could he do to minimize this punishment. The annoying soft sound of
the television finally faded away as sl**p overcame him. Soon after
falling into a fitful sl**p, his stomach cramped painfully and he was
woken as he gushed into his diapers. Tears came rushing down his cheeks
as the smelly mess began working its way all over his diapered bottom.
In the morning he was changed and feed another large bottle of formula.
Dressed in a frilly aqua satin baby dress with lots of white floral lace,
matching plastic panties and mittens he was placed on the mat and told to
play with his toys. About an hour later his stomach cramped painfully and
he filled his diaper. Matilda was sitting in the rocker reading a book
when this happened. His pacifier muffled cries caught her attention and
she came over to him. Taking him by the arm, she led him over to the
rocking horse and secured him to the saddle.
"Start rocking and look like you are having fun or that diaper stays on
until lunch time," were her only words. She went back to the rocker and
picked up her book.
As he rocked enthusiastically with a false smile on his lips, the mush in
his diaper was f***ed into every crease and orifice. It also released the
foul odor into the air and it filled his lungs with its stench. Still he
smiled and rocked determined not to incur any further punishment.
After a lunch of pureed peas, carrots and some of last night's roast, he
was given another bottle of formula. He was told to get back on the mat
and play with his doll cut-outs when they got back to the nursery. Dinner
was a repeat of lunch with pureed liver as the main course and he was
placed back in the playpen while the ladies ate a scrumptious meal just a
few feet away.
Dinner and play time over, he was changed and dressed like the night
before except that she did not insert another suppository. He was so
exhausted by that time, even the purple dinosaur couldn't keep sl**p from
overtaking him. The next three days followed this same pattern. By the
end of the forth day, he vowed to do whatever was necessary to never be
punished like that again. He also vowed that if he ever got his hands on
that purple dinosaur, he would tear him into shreds. It took him a long
time to get that silly "I love" song out of his mind.
He did not have to pretend to be happy when Matilda brought him back to
his old room. He was taken into the bathroom and handed his douche kit
along with a tampon. As he worked the nozzle into his bottom, she placed
a pink condom on his erect penis. Even the thought of what was about to
transpire did not bring a frown to his face.
She dressed him in a pair of white bridal satin pantaloons with lots of
lace around the knee, matching satin corset, training bra and camisole. A
pale blue poly blouse with short capped lacy sleeves, pleated front with
a high ruffled collar that tickled his chin was buttoned up the back. A
pair of neon bright baby blue velvet shorts with matching lace frilled
suspenders was next. Blue knee high nylons with attached blue satin
garters and a pair of blue patent leather Mary Jane's with pointed toes
finished his dressing.
At the vanity, he did his best to apply all his cosmetics correctly. It
took him three tries but Miss Matilda did not reprimand him for his inept
attempts. She brushed out his hair and tied a bright blue satin ribbon at
the top of his curly mop.
As he was led down to breakfast, he couldn't help but think that life was
much better even if he had to dress like a stupid sissy. "Even my corset
doesn't bother me," he thought as they entered the kitchen. He did not
realize just how much weight he had lost with the constant diarrhea and
diet. Plus with the tight corseting and waist cincher, his body was
beginning to conform to the metal stays.
After a real breakfast of two pieces of toast, unsweetened tea, and one
poached egg he felt better than he had in a long time. It wasn't until he
stood before Miss Nelson that he began to fret.
converted by Web2PDFConvert.com"Come here Camille and sit in my lap," she ordered. As he sat on her
upper thigh with his round bottom not sticking over it and his legs
dangling down the other side, she gave him a hug. "You took your
punishment well but I warn you that the next time you give us any
problems....well I think you get the idea. Don't you my little sissy?
Now I want you to tell me who and what you are and I want a sincere
It took him a moment to compose himself before he replied, "Miss Nelson
my name is Camille and I am a....a little...little sissy." He managed to
convince her that he was sincere and received a broad smile from her full
bright red painted lips.
"Very good my little darling sissy Camille," she began. "As a reward, I
think that you should begin to have other little sissy friends to play
with. Being cooped up in this house all the time is not good for your
development and social skills are a real necessity. I have talked to Mr.
Henri at the salon and he was very helpful. So Saturday morning, I will
send you over to the salon to make some new friends. While you are there
ask him give you a beauty treatment....oh...that precious little tattoo
you have looks so intriguing showing through your blouse. I think, as a
further reward, I'll have Miss Matilda take you back and get a small
unicorn tattooed over your right breast. Isn't that a wonderful idea
Jacob was stunned and in shock with the revelation that he was going to
not only meet other boys just like him but actually have to do things
with them. It took him a moment for her tattoo comment to sink in.
"I asked you if you thought that getting a small unicorn tattoo would be
a wonderful idea Camille."
Her voice brought him out of his stunned silence and knowing that he had
no choice but to sound enthusiastic replied, "Oh yes! That is a wonderful
idea. Thank you so much Miss Nelson."
"I just knew that you would love that idea darling," she said with a
broad smile. She pulled him into her very ample bosom and hugged him
tight. "You are turning into a very special sissy Camille. Now don't go
and ruin it for me by causing any more trouble. Okay, that is enough of
this love fest. Go with Miss Matilda. I am sure that she has lessons for
you to do. Give us a kiss dear before you hop down."
Jacob meant to kiss her on her fat cheek but she surprised him and kissed
him full on the mouth. Her bright red lipstick smearing all over his lips
and chin mixing with his rose pink painted lips. He almost gagged when he
felt her tongue plunge deep into his mouth but kept his promise to
himself....Do whatever it takes to keep from going back to diapers.
f***ed to be a Sissy IV
Jacob wanted to wipe the back of his hand across his lips after Miss.
Nelson's sloppy wet kiss but managed to restrain the impulse. Instead he
slipped off her lap and performed a curtsey saying, "Thank you Miss Nelson
and I promise to be a good sissy."
Placing his hands in the expected position, he swished after Miss Matilda
back to his old room. He was happy to be back in the extremely feminine
room and hoped he would never see the nursery again. Jacob took in a big
breath of the heavily floral scented room and flushed the last of the baby
powder smell from his constricted lungs. His ribs ached from the strain of
the corset and his intake of air but he did not mind.
Miss Matilda led him over to the vanity where she had him repair his
smeared lipstick and fluff up his golden curls. She then led him into the
bathroom where he was allowed to douche and replace his tampon. Having to
clean out the filled condom did not dampen his resolve.
Back in the bedroom, he spent the next hour practicing his sissy
mannerisms. Satisfied that he was improving, Miss Matilda had him sit and
begin practicing his voice lessons. The recorder was turned on and the
headset placed over his ears. He began reading along with the girlish
voice in his ear from a book of poems while his voice was being recorded.
By the time he was finished with his voice lesson, his voice was hoarse.
After taking a break for a light lunch, she had him practice his writing
skills. He was handed pen, paper and several English Literature school
assignments written by young girls. He was instructed to copy their styles
and include little hearts over the "i's" and to put smiley faces inside
the "o's." Miss Matilda told him that she wanted to see a nice sissy girl
style when she returned.
When she returned to check his progress, he was still diligently at work.
Miss Matilda examined what he had accomplished and nodded her approval.
"Well, your handwriting has improved but you still need a lot of practice.
I think that an essay…say two hundred words at the least, about how much
you enjoy all your girlie activities. Like how much you enjoy performing
your personal hygiene, make up, deportment and dressing activities. You
have an hour then it will be time for dinner."
After he finished his nightly beauty ritual, Jacob was surprised to see
Miss Matilda place on his bed fresh soft diapers, semi-transparent lilac
colored plastic panty with white lace frills at the leg openings and waste
band, waist chinch in a bright violet satin with matching bullet bra and a
baby doll nightie in a shimmering violet. The lingerie was topped off with
a matching white lace ruffled mop cap.
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converted by Web2PDFConvert.comSeeing the look of horror on his face she explained, "Camille this is just
a reminder and you will not be required to use your nappies. Come over
here and let me get you dressed for bed."
Once he was dressed, she sat beside him on the bed and began to gently rub
his diapered crotch. The crinkling of the plastic panty as she rubbed rang
loudly in his ears. "You did very well today Camille and tonight I am
going to reward you," she said as she placed the phallic shaped pacifier
into his mouth.
As she continued to rub his diapered crotch, she began with her free hand
to pinch and twist his nipples through the fabric of his bra. Despite the
utter humiliation of her actions, his penis became quite erect. As he
neared climax, he sucked more heavily on his pacifier and began to moan
softly. She began messaging his groin and playing with his nipples much
rougher as he neared and finally reached his climax. Smiling to herself,
she got up, kissed him on the forehead and left the room. Jacob totally
spent; fell into an exhausted sl**p still sucking on the pacifier.
The rest of the week was spent in a similar manner with Miss Matilda
bringing him to climax inside his diaper. Finally Saturday arrived and his
trip to the salon was set for 10:00a.m. He was dressed especially frilly
for the event. A satin penis sheath of florescent lime green was followed
by a matching pair of pantaloons with six rows of green floral lace at the
knees. Forest green corset and matching satin demi-bra in an A cup that
was filled with his flesh was followed by an ivory polyester poet's blouse
and matching velvet shorts. A forest green satin sash was fastened at his
side in a large flouncy bow and pale green knee high nylons pulled up his
legs and secured with forest green satin garters. The garters had a large
pale green satin bow attached at the side and his feet were placed into
forest green patent leather two inch spiked heeled pumps. Fingerless white
lace gloves and a forest green beret was place on his golden curls as a
Trying to keep his composure, Jacob stepped out of the car in front of the
salon and assuming the position, began swishing to the front door. Inside
he dropped into a curtsey at the receptionist desk and in his best girlie
voice said, "Good morning Miss. I am here for my appointment with Mr.
Paulette smiled at Jacob and told him to have a seat and Mr. Henri would
be right with him. As he turned to take a seat, he noticed a very strange
person sitting in the end chair. His hair was in an extreme Mohawk style
dyed platinum blond with bright yellow dyed fringe. Otherwise the scalp
was polished and shown brightly in the light. His exposed body was covered
in very feminine tattoos and had more piercings than he had ever seen
The stranger was dressed in a semi-transparent pale pink nylon bolero
styled top held together with four dainty golden chains that exposed small
but pert looking breasts. He had on hip hugging purple nylon pants that
flared at mid-calf out into large cuffs. A pink lace scrunchy was around
his left wrist. Jacob wanted to sit as far away from this strange person
as possible but Miss Matilda took the only other chair. He was f***ed to
sit right beside this strange creature.
"Hi, my name is Gladys," the strange looking person said looking straight
at Jacob. "I just love your hair and precious velvet shorts. What's your
Jacob could tell that the stranger was actually a guy by the sound of his
deep lilting voice. Up until then he wasn't sure what his sex really was.
Jacob did not want to say anything and continued to ignore him but Miss
Matilda nudged him in the ribs while giving him a scowl.
Taking the hint, he looked over at the boy and stuttered,
"I…I'm….Jac..er…er I'm Camille."
"Its soooo nice to meet you Camille," Gladys replied. "I imagine you're
here to have a restyle from Mr. Henri? He is just the mostest when it
comes to taking care of us you know. I just wish that he would be a little
friendlier, if you know what I mean. He is just sooo professional and all.
I'm here for a little trim and was told I was too meet someone. Oh, I hope
it's you! You're just the cutest little thing. Am I supposed to be meeting
you? Please say yes."
"Errrr…I…I don't know. Miss Matilda said I was here to get a touch up,"
Jacob replied. He hoped with all his heart that he wasn't the one. "After
all," he thought, "I certainly do not want to spend time with this queer.
What does he think I am?"
Before Gladys could respond, he was called to the back by Mr. Henri for
his touch up. As he got up from his seat, Gladys blew him a kiss and with
a limp wrist waved bye-bye.
converted by Web2PDFConvert.comJacob heaved a sigh of relief as Gladys went through the curtains. His
relief was short lived as a woman entered the shop with what could only be
described as a big baby. The only thing keeping the big baby from falling
to his knees was the strong grip of the woman. She led him over to the
vacant seat and made sure he wouldn't fall out by belting a strap around
his fat middle.
Jacob looked at him in both wonder and fear. The big baby had large teddy
bear ear rings in his lobes, Golden ringlet hair just like Shirley Temple,
bright green eye shadow and was sucking on a big dummy. He was wearing a
pink tee shirt that revealed that he was wearing a training bra
underneath. In silver glitter were the words "Little Princess" imprinted
on the shirt. A pair of pink plastic panties frilled all around in rows of
white lace covered what was obviously a thick diaper, white anklet socks
with three rows of pink lace and a pair of white patent leather baby
shoes. There was the strong smell of baby powder mixed with a hint of
urine coming from where he sat.
Jacob had thought that the other boy was strange but this one took the
cake. He had never seen anything like this big baby before and hoped that
he wouldn't have too again. Miss Matilda told him to get up so that the
other woman could have a seat.
Jacob was only too glad to accommodate her wish. As he stood observing the
three, he couldn't help but remember when he had been f***ed to wear
diapers. He cringed at the memory and he began to feel sorry for the big
baby. The contrast between Gladys and the big baby was not lost on him.
"Was Miss Matilda trying to send him a message?" he thought. "Or was this
just a coincidence?" He was lost in his thoughts when Mr. Henri came to
"Oh Miss Matilda," he said "Your little sissy looks just precious in that
On hearing that, Jacob remembered his training and performed a pert
curtsey and said in his feminine voice," Thank you Mr. Henri."
In the salon, he was treated to another total body waxing, pedicure and
manicure and had his hair re-colored and permed. When that was complete,
Mr. Henri said, "Come along with me now precious. I have some friends that
want to meet you and you can play together while I style Miss Matilda and
Miss Margaret's hair."
His worst fears were becoming true as he was led into another room. This
room was obviously a girl's playroom filled with stuffed toys, dolls, play
kitchen, and other assorted games and such. Inside, the big baby played
with a Raggedy Anne doll and Gladys was reading a fashion magazine while
sitting on a pink enamel stool.
"Boys, boys," Mr. Henri said while clapping his hands together. "May I
have your attention? This is Camille and she is new here. So I want you to
make her feel comfortable while I style her Nanny's hair. Play nice nice
and I won't have to send in Martha to baby sit. Camille say hi to Gladys
For a few moments Jacob stood nervously twisting his hands together as the
other occupants of the room examined him. Gladys was the first to
acknowledge him by waving him over to sit in a near by stool. The big baby
just slobbered some nonsense mumbles through his pacifier and returned to
playing with his doll.
"Oh, I am so glad it was you that I was supposed to meet. Master Lee,
that's my owner, said that I would have some fun today but usually that
means another tattoo or punishment. The last time he said I was going to
have some fun was at a biker rally. Believe me, when I tell you honey,
that it wasn't fun, it wasn't. I had to wear a maxi pad for a week after
that little bit of entertainment. Mr. Henri said that you are new to this?
Do you want to talk about it? I have a very sympathetic ear."
There was a loud blaat sound from where the big baby sat and a stench
began to fill the air. When they looked his way with frown on their faces,
the big baby just smiled widely and went on playing with his doll.
Grabbing Jacob's hand, Gladys said, "Let's move over here to the far
corner where we can get away from him."
Jacob couldn't help but follow as Gladys grabbed his hand and pulled him
along. In the far corner, Gladys pulled him down to sit practically in his
lap. "Mr. Lee said that we should become real good friends or else he will
punish me. Your Nanny also told me to be friends with you as well. So, I
guess whether or not you really want to be my friend it doesn't matter. If
you are smart you had better act like it."
"What do…do you mean by that? I don't know your Mr. Lee and I'm sure that
converted by Web2PDFConvert.comI didn't see Miss Matilda talking to you," Jacob replied.
"You're not as smart about all this as you better be. Do you think for one
minute that all this is just an accidental meeting? Come on sweetie, think
about it for a moment. Ahhh, I see that the light comes on. Look Camille,
I was a normal boy until Mr. Lee got hold of me. I liked girls and playing
football…shit…I liked everything about being a boy chasing tail and
"I wasn't the big macho type guy and while I had my share of dates really
didn't fit in with most of the crowd at school. My parents were always too
busy for me and then I met this guy Carl. He was one of the big men on
campus and for him to take an interest in me was sort of a cool you know.
Well, he had a big Harley and would take me places on it. It was so cool
that I let him have a lot of influence on me. My down fall came when I was
introduced to marijuana and bikes by this so called friend of mine. You
see, darling, so being accepted by Carl and this biker gang made me feel
important. Well one thing led to another. I dropped out of school; then my
parents kicked me out of the house and I met Mr. Lee."
"With no place to go and more importantly no food, Mr. Lee took me in. I
should have known better but…..anyway I ended up looking like this and
having to serve his needs and orders. I have learned that obeying is a lot
more preferable than disobeying whatever he wants. I wasn't smart enough
back then to know that and now I have to wear maxi pads all the time
because he stretched out my boy pussy so much. You know, it is possible to
put a two liter soda bottle up there? No, I guess you don't and if you get
smart you won't have to learn that the hard way like I did. Guess I'm kind
of use to all this by now. Besides, the way I look, how could I ever go
back to the old me? My advice to you is either escape as soon as you can
no matter how you are dressed or look or just accept whatever they want
you to become. Just make sure that if you decide to run away that you plan
it very well…..otherwise…well I think you can guess what they would do to
you better than I."
As Gladys finished talking, the big baby began crawling over to where they
sat. He was sucking loudly on his pacifier and mumbling "me want purty
girlie" as he approached them.
"Oh My God! Jacob said as the he finally understood the big baby's speech.
"There is no way in hell that I am going to be friends with that
monstrosity. Gladys what can I do to stop this insanity?"
"Well for one thing, you can kiss me and when I say kiss me I mean with
feeling," Gladys replied. "It will tell him that you are otherwise engaged
and he will back off and at the same time prove to our observers that you
"What do you mean observers?" Jacob asked.
"See that full length mirror over there? It is a one way mirror and I am
willing to bet everything I own that Mr. Lee and your watchdog are behind
that glass looking at us. Like I told you earlier, Mr. Lee and your
governess have decided that you will pick one of us to be friends with.
The choice is yours, you know? I think I can offer you more than that
thing crawling at our feet."
"Wh…why do I have to kiss you? I'm not gay or anything like that."
"Because that is what is expected of us. Don't you understand anything?
They want us to become lovers and if we don't, then they will find a way
to make you wish that we did. Now put your hands around my neck and pull
me close and give me a big kiss with all the tongue lashing that you
possess or you will find yourself in the arms of that baby sitting on the
floor drooling for a chance to be with you."
Jacob did as he was told and throughout the experience fought with a
strong desire to toss his cookies. The kiss lasted for about five minutes
but seemed to last for hours but when they broke apart Ms. Matilda was
standing with an approving smile on her lips before them.
"I am so glad that you are making new friends Camille," She said, "but it
is time for us to go now. Give your sweetie a goodbye kiss and make sure
you get his number so that you can play together later."
Jacob did as he was told and followed Ms. Matilda out of the salon. He was
in a state of total bafflement as she led him over to the tattoo parlor.
It wasn't until he was seated in the chair and the stinging of a needle
into his left breast awoke him back to reality.
As he left the tattoo parlor he sported a new pale blue unicorn over his
left breast and had his naval pierced. A pretty pink butterfly pendant
floated over his little innie belly button. Too much pain and
embarrassment filled his mind as they walked back to the car for him to
realize all that had happened that day.
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