Dancing without Stars
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Dancing Without Stars (5th installment in the ClubDance series)
By Becky Marie
Prologue
In our last installment, Bob/Missy suffered continued humiliation
at work when his working space was downsized along with his
position, at the rodeo where his sissy dance team, the Frilly
Fillies, won the dance competition and the ultimate humiliation at
his play date with Dan/Daphne. Meanwhile, John (aka Jenni) had a
respectable showing at the rodeo, if being the most feminine
contestant, male or female is respectable. He also received a
shock at home when the ranch hands showed up while he was making
breakfast one morning. Joe's secret past was revealed and he
surely has some changes in store for him. You won't find Jerry
Springer or Emmitt Smith in the story but I hope you still find it
to be good fun!
Chapter 1 - TGIM - Thank God It's Monday
While he was driving to work on Monday in his cute VW bug, Bob
thought to himself that he was so glad the weekend was over as he
recalled his ultimate humiliation at Dan's house on Saturday. Why
could he not get those damn fasteners undone, he asked himself. To
think that he'd wet his pants like a toddler, and then to have to
endure the mortifying consequences. Even though work was also
hell, he was beginning to prefer its relative easiness, compared to
what happened on weekends. At least at work he had some protection
from his cubicle walls and most of the people in his office had
noticed his feminine attire by now so the cause for humiliation had
somewhat passed.
Bob walked out of the elevator and to his cubicle. His mentor, Amy
was already at her desk.
"You're late, Bobbi," she declared. "You need to get here at least
thirty minutes earlier as you never want to arrive after the boss.
Do you expect her to fetch her own coffee? You are in luck today,
Laura is running a little late so you can be here to greet her with
a nice cup of hot coffee when she arrives."
At that moment, the elevator opened and Laura walked out. "Good
morning Ms. Simpson," Bob said. "Can I get you a cup of coffee?"
"Yes, Bobbi," she replied. "That would be lovely. That is a
darling suit you are wearing today. Where did you buy it?"
Today, Bob was dressed in a new outfit that Karen had bought for
him last week. The suit included a single breasted jacket with a
one button closure, matching flat front pants with a rear zip and
flared leg in a quartz rose colored silk. Underneath, he wore a
white silk shell, under which you could clearly make out his lacy
camisole. It was probably the most feminine suit Bob had worn to
the office yet.
"My wife buys most of my work clothes at Talbots or Nordstrom.
This suit is from Talbots," he replied blushing.
"I think you need to start wearing a higher heel with your suits,"
Laura instructed. "Go out at lunch today and pick up a few new
pairs of pumps. Nothing less than 2 inches. Get a pair in black,
brown, black patent and navy. That should just about cover your
wardrobe, I would think. The black patent would be a good choice
for that pretty suit, wear them out of the store. Now run and get
my coffee, hon," she said.
"Yes, ma'am," Bob replied sheepishly.
Bob rushed to the coffee service area and returned with Laura's
coffee. As he set the cup on Laura's desk, she noticed his nails.
He continued to keep them well maintained and they were noticeably
longer than would be fashionable for men. Karen had, however,
allowed him to keep clear polish on them when at work.
"Bobbi, your nails are so pretty," Laura said. "You should put a
little color on them. I tell you what, I'll treat you to a
manicure with my manicurist but I get to choose the color."
"That's not necessary, ma'am," Bob quickly replied.
"No, I insist," she responded. "Have Amy call for an appointment.
Get the soonest available. I'll take you there myself and
introduce you to the girls at the salon."
"Oh, and by the way," Laura added. "Are your ears pierced,
sweetie?"
"Yes," replied Bob. "They have been pierced but I don't wear
earrings to the office. They don't seem appropriate."
"On you, hon, they would be perfectly appropriate," Laura replied.
"I don't want to see you again without proper accessories,
including earrings. You may also want to discuss with Karen adding
some other jewelry to your daily attire. For today, however, you
can ask Amy if she has a spare pair she can loan you."
When Bob returned to his cube, he asked Amy to schedule the
manicure appointment, as instructed. Amy was delighted to assist
in further humiliating the simpering little sissy. Things only got
better after hanging up the phone.
"You're all set, Bobbi," she said. You have an appointment for
tomorrow at 11 am. I asked specifically for Laura's favorite
manicurist, Pat. You'll get first class treatment, I'm sure."
"Thanks, Amy," replied the sissy. "Oh, could I ask a favor," he
stuttered.
"Sure, Bobbi," Amy said smiling. "What are girlfriends for?"
"Umm, Laura insisted that I start wearing earrings while in the
office," Bob whispered. "Since I don't have any here, would you
have a spare pair that you could loan me?"
"Speak up, Bobbi," Amy demanded. "I can't hear you when you
whisper like that."
"Can I please borrow some earrings?" Bob said a little louder.
"Oh, earrings!" she exclaimed. "Of course you can borrow some of
my earrings, I always keep a spare pair or two in my desk in case I
should lose one. I also keep spare panties and pantyhose in my
desk in case of emergency. You should think about doing the same."
"I don't think that would be necessary, Amy," Bob meekly replied.
"Karen insists that I keep spare panties and pantyhose in my purse
at all times. I don't think I need two sets of spares."
"You should think about it," she replied. "You just never know
when you're going to have an unlucky day and run more than one
pair. Laura will not tolerate her staff working with ruined
pantyhose. As far as panties, you don't want to be left stuck on
your unexpectedly heavy days, if you know what I mean," she said
giggling. "Sometimes our monthly friend can surprise us," she
said, winking.
Bob turned crimson as Amy went through her desk drawers looking for
spare earrings.
"Here we go, Bobbi," she said. "I'm afraid these might be a little
too dressy for normal office wear but they're all I have today,"
she added, handing Bob a pair of rhinestone chandelier earrings
that would be perfect for a formal evening but hardly appropriate
for the office.
"Are you sure these are all you have, Amy?" Bob begged. "Don't you
have a plain pair of studs?"
"How ungrateful!" Amy exclaimed. "I loan you a pair of earrings to
keep you out of trouble with the boss and all you can do is
complain. If they're not good enough for you princess, just give
them back!"
"No, I'm sorry Amy," Bob whispered. "These will be fine."
Bob put the fancy earrings on and was further troubled as he could
feel them brushing across his shoulders when he turned his head.
He did his best to concentrate on typing the memo Laura had
assigned but was continually distracted by the earrings. He made a
mental note to pick up a new pair of earrings when he went shoe
shopping at lunch.
Chapter 2 - Jenni at the ranch
John walked into the barn to help the hands with the annual calf
vaccinations. As he came through the door, Luke's jaw dropped
nearly to the floor. He could not believe that his boss, the
former macho rancher, now was the biggest sissy in the county. At
Carol's insistence, John had changed from his Capri pants and
floral blouse into a gaucho outfit, complete with the hat and fancy
girly boots.
"What the hell are you wearing, you swishy faggot?" Luke demanded.
As embarrassed as John was already, things only got worse when
Travis came to his defense.
"I told you this morning that I didn't want to hear you talking
like that," Travis commanded. "You leave him alone. I think he
looks very nice. John, that is a darling outfit and it looks very
good on you," Travis said.
Not knowing how else to respond, John whispered a weak thank you.
"Well you're welcome, little one," replied Travis.
John's head hung even further in shame and Luke's face was red with
rage.
"Let's get to work," grumbled Luke.
John got the vaccination supplies from the supply cabinet while
Travis set up the chute and Luke herded the first of the calves
into the barn. When John was finally ready with the syringe, Luke
moved the first calf into the chute where Travis closed the head
gate. John leaned over the chute to inject the calf with the
large syringe. As he did so, his sissy bottom was in the air,
further exaggerating his visible panty lines. The view was not
lost on either of the ranch hands. Luke grunted in disgust while
Travis let out a quiet whistle. John was completely oblivious to
the display he was making and to the reaction he was getting from
the ranch hands. After the injection was complete, John climbed
down from the chute and refilled the syringe while Travis and Luke
freed one calf and ushered the next into the chute. The process
was repeated several times and Luke grew more and more disgusted
while Travis grew more and more aroused each time their sissy boss
stuck his bottom in th
e air.
As John was repeating the process on one of the last calves, Carol
walked into the barn.
"Will you look at that!" she exclaimed. "Blossom, you are being
such a little tease, with your girly bottom sticking high in the
air. I hope you haven't been doing that all afternoon. You're
going to have these boys in quite a state."
John quickly jumped down from the chute and looked at the ranch
hands haltingly. Luke had his scowl of disgust while Travis had a
huge smile on his face. John also noticed that Travis had a pretty
significant bulge in his Wranglers. Given that Carol had met him
at the Gay Rodeo, John had assumed that Travis was gay. His
reaction to John's appearance confirmed that assumption.
"Boys, I don't know how you keep your hands off of this sweet
little thing," Carol teased. "I've never seen such a little prick-
tease and he doesn't even realize he's doing it, do you Blossom?"
Bob blushed and studied the floor. "No, ma'am. I wasn't trying to
get anyone's attention. I'm just taking care of the chores like
always."
Travis chimed in "I don't mind at all ma'am. Its kind of nice to
be around someone who cares about the way they look and I think its
kind of sweet that a rancher can have a softer side."
"It was his backside that you were so interested in," said Luke.
I'm beginning to worry about you too. Am I surrounded by fairies?"
Carol sensed that there could be trouble brewing so she
interrupted. "Time to knock off for the day boys," she said. "My
little flower needs to get back to the house and work on dinner.
We're having guests tonight."
The ranch hands left for the day and John headed back to the house
with Carol wondering what the evening would hold.
Chapter 3 - Out for lunch
Bob left the office building at lunch time with very specific
instructions from Laura for new footwear. He headed for the mall
in his girly car and parked near the Nordstrom's entrance. He had
been to Nordstrom with Karen and knew that they had a large
selection of shoes. He also knew they were known for their
excellent customer service and hoped that he would be able to avoid
some embarrassment. As he walked in the door, three teenage girls
and their mother were leaving. They took immediate notice of his
pink suit and giggled hysterically, pointing at him and whispering
to each other. Bob went straight to the women's shoe department
wanting to get the process over with as quickly as possible. A
handsome young black man welcomed him to the department and asked
if he could be of help.
"Please sit down, uhm, sir? My name is Jerome. What can I show
you today," asked the sales clerk in a slightly effeminate voice.
"And what did you say your name was, hon?"
"Its Bob," the sissy stuttered. "I need some pumps, please. In
several colors and with at least two inch heels," replied Bob in an
embarrassed whisper.
"Ok, Bobbi", replied Jerome. "What color would you like to see?"
," I need to get a pair of black, black patent, brown and navy,"
answered the sissy.
"Let's get your size and I've got some really nice pumps on sale
this week that should just fit the bill. Let's get these flats off
and get a measurement on your foot. Oh, I love that color on your
toes, is that OPI?"
"I don't remember," replied Bob. "My wife picks out my nail
polish."
"Well it is very pretty and your toes show up so nicely with those
sheer sandal-foot pantyhose. Are they sheer to waist?" the clerk
asked as he ran his hands over Bob's hose covered ankles.
"Um, yes I guess they are," answered the blushing sissy as he
pulled his foot away from the sales clerk.
"Ok, looks like you take a size 10. I'll be right back with a
couple of styles and colors for us to try," said Jerome, winking at
Bob as he turned to the back room.
Bob was dumbstruck. Here he was in the middle of Nordstrom and the
shoe salesman was flirting with him. He wondered to himself
whether he had done something to make the clerk think he would be
interested. He decided that, in spite of his girly attire, he need
to appear more masculine and heterosexual. When Jerome returned,
Bob tried to start up a conversation that would be more appropriate
for two men than nail polish color and the style of his pantyhose.
"Jerome, did you see that game yesterday?" asked Bob, trying to
sound more butch. "I really thought the Buffalos were going to
pull out a win until the very end."
Bob had not seen the game and did not even know who was playing as
he was at his play date with Daphne. He had heard some of the guys
in the office talking about it when he got Laura's coffee. The men
in the office always stopped talking and just stared at Bob when he
came near so he did not have any of the details and hoped Jerome
wouldn't catch on.
"I'm not much of a fan," replied Jerome. "I was watching the
figure skating championships on TV yesterday. I'm certain you
would have loved them. The costumes are so beautiful and the
dancers are so graceful. I'm also partial to watching the male
skaters in their snug skating pants, if you know what I mean," he
giggled. "A couple of those boys had nice packages and those tight
butts - oh my!" he exclaimed as he slid a pump in black patent on
Bob's right foot.
Clearly, Bob's attempt to change the subject to something more
manly was not working. Bob looked at the shoe and deciding to
hurry things along told him that they looked just fine. Jerome was
in no rush and was looking forward making a big sale with 3 or 4
pairs of pumps. He slid the other pump on Bob's left foot and
asked him to walk to the full-length mirror to have a look.
"Those are going to work great for you, hon," said Jerome. "They
are much nicer than those flats and the pants to your suit hangs
much better. They also add a nice little wiggle to your bottom,"
he added. "Looks like you've been practicing. There is no way I
could walk so gracefully in my first pair of pumps.!"
"I've worn heels around the house some lately," replied Bob. "But
I far prefer flats!"
"Well those are just darling," said Jerome. "Are you sure you
wouldn't like to try a higher heel? Those same pumps come in a 3
inch and 4 inch. A higher heel will make that bottom of yours look
even more luscious!"
"No ,thanks!" Bob quickly answered. "I'll just take these and the
same style in brown, black and navy."
"Ok, hon. I'll go to the back and get them. While I'm in the back
you can change back into your boring old flats."
Bob remembered that he was not to return to the office without
heels so said, "Would it be ok if I wore these out of the store?"
"Sure!" said Jerome. "We'll just put your flats in the box. I'll
be right back with the other pairs."
Jerome retuned with the other three pairs and Bob paid for his news
shoes using his Nordstrom card. After putting Bob's old shoes in
the box and putting them all in two large carrier bags, Jerome came
from around the counter and handed the bags to Bob. He also gave
Bob one of his business cards.
"It sure has been fun helping you, sir," Jerome said. "Here is my
card. I wrote my cell phone number on the back. I really would
enjoy the opportunity to spend some time with you away from the
store, Bobbi. Perhaps I could buy you a drink sometime. I have to
admit that I kind of have a thing for femmy boys and twinks like
you. I can get your number from your Nordstrom account. If I
don't hear from you, I'll give you a call," Jerome said as he
winked at the sissy.
Bob grabbed the bags and the card and hurried out of the store,
nearly colliding with two women coming in the door. After they
recovered from the near miss, they giggled at the hapless sissy and
taunted, "Those are darling shoes sweetie, are you still a little
unstable in those heels? And that pink in your suit is definitely
your color!"
Bob lowered his head and minced back to his car wishing this would
all just end.
Chapter 4 - Joe checks in
When Joe arrived at the office, he reported to Carol's office as
instructed. She quizzed him about his date with Bobbi.
"So, Joe, how was your date last night?" asked Carol. "Did you
treat our Bobbi well?"
"It was fine," replied Joe. "Amy played a cruel trick on us
though, the bar she recommended is a gay bar. We were humiliated!"
"Oh, that's too bad, Joe. I would have thought you and Bobbi would
have felt right at home. Did you have to fight to keep those horny
men away from your date?" teased Carol.
"No, we got out of there as quick as we could once we figured out
what kind of bar we were in!" exclaimed Joe.
"Well, I hope you weren't rude. I suspect that you and Bobbi may
be somewhat frequent patrons of that bar and you wouldn't want to
be uncomfortable because of poor manners."
"Now," Carol began. "There is still this mater of your treatment
of your boyfriend, Bobbi. I know you made an attempt to kiss and
makeup last night with your date but I still think there will need
to be more to correct your horrible behavior."
"I apologized to Bob for being so cruel and I think we really did
patch things up," pleaded Joe.
"Why don't you recap all of the mean and nasty things you did to
your sissy boyfriend before you kissed and made up last night?"
demanded Carol.
"That's all in the past, Carol," he begged. "What is the point of
rehashing all that now?"
"Do it!" demanded Carol.
"Well, I guess the first time was in the parking lot when I slapped
his butt and teased him by offering to carry his bags and opening
the door for him. He was leaning over the car in these light
colored pants and his girly pantylines were framing his butt,
making it a perfect target," Joe explained.
"Go on."
"I guess the next thing was while we were playing golf. You
remember that ridiculous outfit that Karen had Bob wear. I gave
him a pretty hard time and even flirted with him to make him more
uncomfortable. After that is was probably the episode in the copy
room. Bob was bent over working on the copier and I unzipped the
back of his pants. You could easily see the panties and pantyhose
he was wearing. The girls were all giving him a pretty hard time
and he was scared to death that other guys would see his frillies
on display. Nobody else could see anything but I swear the little
pansy was about to cry," explained Joe. "And then at the rodeo, I
gave both him and John a pretty hard time when John was trying to
register and while we were in the stands watching the barrel race."
"You have been pretty rotten, Joe," responded Carol. "I really
think you deserve a taste of your own medicine. I think a little
'Jill-time' might be in order."
"No, no, no!" pleaded Joe. "Please don't embarrass me like that at
the office. I have spent years developing my reputation as a man's
man and it would kill me to have the guys see the Jill side of me.
It has been years since I had to dress up as Jill and I don't
intend to begin now, especially in front of the office!"
"Well, Joe," replied Carol. "Remember that I have Jill's album
that includes dozens of pictures that, if passed around the office,
would be pretty hard to live down. A little subtle sissiness would
be nothing compared to that! You can hope that it would stay jut
between 'us girls'."
"Oh no!" cried Joe.
"Come by my office after work today, I'll have some instructions
for you Joe, or Jill," ordered Carol. "If you don't cooperate, you
will find some of Jill's more embarrassing photos posted on the
bulletin boards around the office and displayed on our intranet
home page!"
Carol reached into her desk and handed Joe a pair of frilly pink
rhumba panties.
"In the meantime Jill, go put these on and bring me back your
undershorts. It will be awhile before your wearing boy's undies
again, if ever!" sneered Carol.
Joe took the panties and shuffled out of her office with a terrible
feeling of impending doom.
Chapter 5 - Project 'Ranch Wife'
When John and Carol arrived back at the house, she told him to
hurry and change into an outfit more suitable for a housewife.
"I strongly recommend that you choose something that is a little
extra fancy for tonight as we are having guests for dinner and I
want to make a good impression," Carol instructed. "If I'm not
happy with your choice, I will choose something for you and I
guarantee that you will like my choice much less."
John retreated to the bedroom where he flipped through his rapidly
expanding wardrobe of women's clothes to choose an outfit for the
evening. He was worried about who might be coming to dinner and
whether yet another person would get to participate in his
humiliation. Heeding his wife's advice, John selected a very
feminine dress in red with polka-dots with a sheer bodice and sheer
overskirt. He chose one of his most dainty full slips in white
with lots of lace around the bust and four inches of lace at the
hem. With the sheer dress, the stark white slip would be very
obvious. He changed into a pair of white nylon Olga secret hug
hipster panties and a matching A-cup bra. He inserted his little
"cheaters," to give him a slight bust. For hosiery, he put on a
pair of very shiny nude toeless pantyhose allowing a wonderful view
of the French manicure on his toenails. For shoes, he put on a
pair of open toe red espadrille wedges with white polka-dots that
matched almost perfectly wi
th his dress. The shoes were 3 ˝ inches high and tied around his
dainty ankles. Since his shoes tied at the ankle, John did not
choose to wear an ankle bracelet but did put on a few rings,
several red and white plastic bangles and some dangly earrings. He
applied makeup very lightly including mascara, a small amount of
blush and shiny lip gloss with a red tint.
Carol was very pleased when John finally reappeared in the kitchen.
"Jenni, you look just darling!" she gushed. Hurry and put on one
of your aprons so you can get our dinner started. I've started the
grill and I'll take care of the grilled chicken but you need to
make us a nice salad and another vegetable. I'll leave the choice
up to you. Chop! Chop!"
John retrieved one of he several aprons that Carol had acquired for
him from the pantry and began assembling the ingredients for the
salad. The location of the counter where he was working made him
in a nice silhouette from the back door and made his dress almost
transparent.
"Jenni, I also love the choices you made for your dainties. Those
panties and bra are perfect and you know that I just adore that
slip!" she exclaimed.
"Thank you," replied Jenni as she stepped away from the door
blushing.
As John was preparing the salad, the door bell rang. Carol was on
the patio attending to the grill and shouted to John to get the
door.
"Jenni, be a doll and get the door for me, would you Blossom?"
Carol shouted.
With all of the windows open, it was impossible for the guests at
the door to not here Carol's request.
John went to the foyer, took a deep breath and opened the door. On
the porch were Joe's sister Sam and her partner Patty. Sam was
dressed casually in chinos and a golf shirt while, in contrast,
Patty was dressed in an outfit that would have been the envy of
Donna Reed. She wore a cotton print dress the skirt of which was
held out by a full crinoline petticoat. Her open-toe pumps were at
least 4 inches high and she was wearing a little pillbox hat with
netting over her eyes. She looked as if she had walked out of a
time machine.
John said hello and welcomed the two women into the house.
Sam put out her hand to shake John's and nearly broke his hand with
an enormous grip, saying "Hello Blossom!"
Patty did a little curtsey by way of saying hello. John did not
know how to respond and his Jenni persona took over, doing a
curtsey in return.
Carol came into the foyer just as John was finishing his curtsey.
"Jenni, that was a very nice curtsey, the training is clearly
paying off!" she praised.
"Yes," offered Sam, "you would think he'd been doing that all of
his life. I must compliment you, Carol, Jenni here is making some
great progress in appearance and demeanor."
"Thank you, Sam," replied Carol. "I do have to get firm with him
from time to time but overall he is coming along nicely. Patty
would certainly be a great role model for him, though, to take
things to an even higher level."
"That is nice of you to say, Carol," said Sam. "Patty does pride
herself on being the best ranch wife one could hope for. Don't you
sugar?"
Patty blushed and looked at the floor, whispering "Yes, ma'am. I
want to be sure to make you proud."
Carol invited them all into the living room and instructed John to
get them all drinks. Patty offered to help but Carol insisted that
John needed to develop skills such as serving guests and so they
should let him fly solo for awhile. John served the drinks and
then excused himself to finish up dinner. While he was in the
kitchen, Carol got to her intentions in her invitation to Sam and
Patty.
"Sam, I was hoping you could help me out with my project," began
Carol.
"I would be happy to help in whatever I can, Carol," responded Sam.
"But what is the project?"
"Operation Ranch Wife, is what I've named my little project," said
Carol. "I want to completely reinvent John from surly cowboy to
the perfect little submissive ranch wife, Jenni, whose greatest
desire is to make me happy. My responsibilities at work are
growing, leaving me less and less time to take care of the house.
I've been so pleased with Jenni's progress so far and it was so
easy to find hands to help with the ranch, I've decided I want my
husband to become the lady of the house."
"That's a very intriguing project," replied Sam, "but where do I
come in?"
"Very good question, Sam. I was hoping that I could convince you
to loan me your darling partner to help with Jenni's training
program. Patty is my ideal picture of an obedient, devoted ranch
wife and I want to make Jenni her protégé'."
"Hmmm," said Sam as Patty blushed and giggled quietly.
"Of course, I would make sure that Patty did not neglect any of her
responsibilities to you and would work with you to develop a
schedule that would meet your approval," continued Carol. "In
fact, I would be more than happy to have Jenni do some of his
training at your place which would give you an extra bit of help
from time to time."
"Well, I think I would be agreeable to such an arrangement," said
Sam. "It could be kind of fun for my little filly here, wouldn't
it sugar?"
Patty again just blushed and nodded though she had a broad smile on
her face.
"Why don't you go out to the kitchen, sugar, and share the good
news with your new girlfriend?" said Sam.
Chapter 6 - Daphne's Story
Karen was picking out some greeting cards at a stationary store
before lunch. As she made her way to the counter to check out,
Elizabeth walked into the store. She noticed Karen right away and
came over to say hello.
"Hi, Karen," she said. "It is so nice to see you again. We had
such a wonderful time this weekend when you and Missy came to
visit. We need to set up another time again soon."
"What a nice surprise, Elizabeth," said Karen. "I also had a nice
afternoon. I doubt Missy would say so, however," she said through
a giggle.
"Do you have time to join me for lunch, Karen?" asked Elizabeth.
"That would be very nice. I'd love to get to know you better and
I've been dying to know the background behind your unique
relationship with your step-son."
Karen and Elizabeth went to a small bistro down the street and had
a wonderful lunch and even better conversation. Elizabeth shared
the history of Dan's transformation into Daphne:
Elizabeth and Dan's father were married when Brenda was a young
girl and Dan was a teenager. Early in their marriage, Dan's father
was a caring, gentle man. After a few years, however, he started
to change. He began drinking heavily and was often abusive toward
both Brenda and Elizabeth. He spent more and more time away from
home and while he was gone, Dan would assume his role of head of
household and could be equally abusive, particularly to Brenda.
One weekend three years ago, her husband did not come home. He was
killed in a car accident, drunk and with a young woman who turned
out to be his girlfriend. She was only 20 years old and was killed
with him. Fortunately for Elizabeth, her husband was very wealthy
and his will left her the majority of his estate with a relatively
small trust fund set up for Dan when he turned 21.
After his father's death, Dan's behavior became even worse. He
began drinking and doing drugs and was running with a very rough
crowd. Eventually, he was arrested for assault after a bar fight.
Elizabeth chose to let him sit in jail for two days to cool off and
to give her time to develop a plan. She worked with the prosecutor
and judge for a special plea where Dan would be released under her
supervision for probation. Should he not follow her orders to the
letter, he would be immediately sentenced to jail and as he had
been tried as a adult, even though he was only 17. He would have a
very difficult time in jail. Small in stature, he would be an
instant target among the rough jail population.
Elizabeth finally had the upper hand. For the next several weeks,
Dan's behavior improved though he did not actively participate as a
member of the family. He kept to himself and avoided much contact
with his step-mother or step-sister. One weekend, however, two
months after beginning his probation, Dan snuck out and met back up
with his former running buddies. When Elizabeth discovered that
Dan was not in the house, she set out looking for him. Familiar
with his usually hang-outs, it only took a short while before she
tracked him down. Inebriated, she had to literally drag him out of
the flop house. Once in the car, she delivered an ultimatum:
follow her instructions absolutely to the letter, or she would take
him straight to the probation officer and turn him over to go to
jail. He quickly agreed and she immediately handed him a silk
scarf in a floral pattern.
"Put this on your head," Elizabeth demanded. "You and your gang
friends are so fond of those bandanas you all wear to announce your
'colors', this will announce your new colors, all pastel!"
"I can't wear that," Dan begged. "If someone from the gang sees
this they'll think I'm a fag for sure!"
"You do not have a choice in the matter. You agreed to follow my
instructions to the letter and putting on that scarf is my first of
many instructions! I plan to make sure that all of your gang-
banger friends see your pretty new colors and I hope they do think
you are a fag. Maybe that will keep them away from you, keeping
you out of trouble. Now put it on or we're going straight to the
county jail!" she demanded.
Dan complied, tying the pastel colored scarf around under his chin.
He tried to slump down in his seat to avoid being seen by his rowdy
friends.
"Sit up straight this instant!" Elizabeth demanded. "Here, let me
tie a nicer bow in your scarf," As she untied and retied the scarf
in a large fussy bow, she continued, "There, that is much better!
I'll have to give you a lesson when we get home so you can do a
better job for yourself next time."
Dan turned away from this step-mother toward the window just as
Elizabeth began honking the horn.
"Now, quit your pouting you little pansy," teased Elizabeth.
"Look, your friends are coming outside to see you off! Smile and
wave at them."
Dan was shattered. He was sitting in his step-mother's car, with a
pink and yellow floral scarf tied around his head while all of his
friends were staring in disbelief. Afraid to disobey his step-
mother's orders, he weakly waved at the rough group of young men.
Upon seeing Dan wave and realizing how he looked with the scarf
around his head, the gang members began taunting him, shouting
slurs and running toward the car.
"Get ouf of here, for God's sake!" shouted Dan. "They're going to
kill us!"
Calmly, Elizabeth responded, "Now that is not the proper tone for
speaking with your step-mommy, Danny," she said. "Now ask me
nicely and maybe I will."
"Pppp..lease, Elizabeth, let's get out of here!" begged Dan.
"That's better, honey, but I would prefer you call me Mommy from
now on."
"Please...Mom....Mommy, can we leave now?" he pleaded.
"Now isn't that so much better?" asked Elizabeth just as the first
of the burly men began reaching for Dan's car door and banging on
the window. Elizabeth calmly engaged the electric door locks and
put the car in gear. She slowly moved the car away from the
building, with Dan's former friends chasing behind, shouting
obscenities and slurs at the humiliated sissy.
Elizabeth drove home with Dan sitting silently beside her. She
intentionally took surface roads instead of the freeway to afford
her emasculated step-son ample opportunities for humiliation at
each traffic light. When they arrived at their house, Dan jumped
from the car and ran into the house. His step-sister, Brenda, was
having a snack as he burst into the kitchen. She smiled beamingly
when she noticed the feminine headscarf .
"Danny, I love your scarf!" she exclaimed. "It is so pretty, where
did you get it?"
Suddenly realizing he was still wearing the ridiculous headscarf,
he angrily pulled it off and threw it in Brenda's direction, just
as Elizabeth walked through the door.
"You pick your scarf up this very instant, young lady," she
screamed. "I did not tell you that you could take off your scarf
and I will not tolerate you treating your nice things so poorly!"
"I will not!" shouted Dan. "That stupid scarf is not mine and I
will not wear it!"
Elizabeth quickly crossed the room and grabbed the boy by the ear.
As he was not particularly large, Elizabeth was able to easily
subdue him. His face turned bright red and tears began to form in
his eyes.
"I told you earlier, things are going to change around here and the
changes start today!" his step-mother hissed. "I will no longer
tolerate your abusive behavior and your intolerable attitude toward
Brenda and me. You will show proper respect, honor your step-
sister and step-mother and make a contribution to our household.
You already know the alternative and, trust me, adjusting to the
new rules in this house will pale in comparison to the adjustments
you would make in jail as some big convict's little prison bitch."
Dan begged Elizabeth to release him, promising to follow her
orders. When she released her grip on his ear, he fell to his
knees and crawled across the kitchen to retrieve the headscarf.
"Brenda, would you please help your step-brother put on his scarf,
honey?" Elizabeth asked.
"Sure, mommy," replied Brenda. "I'll make sure it has a perfect
bow, just like you taught me."
Dan remained on his knees with his head bowed while his step-sister
tied the scarf under his neck.
"Danny, lift your chin so I can tie a nice bow," instructed Brenda
with more than a hint of sarcasm. "Now, that looks just perfect!"
she exclaimed.
"You can thank your sister, Dan," Elizabeth instructed.
"Thank you, Brenda," the red-faced hooligan whispered.
"Good, now get up and sit at the table, we have some new house
rules to go over," demanded the step-mother.
"OK," the defeated teen replied.
"First lesson: you are to address me as Mommy, as I told you
earlier. So, instead of ok, you will always respond 'yes, mommy or
no, mommy'. You are to refer to Brenda in the future as Sis,"
Instructed Elizabeth.
"Yes, Mommy," replied Dan quietly.
"That's much better," Elizabeth chided.
Elizabeth went on to explain to Dan just how different things were
about to become. Dan was now going to share in all of the
household chores, including taking care of all of the washing. He
would not be allowed outside the house without escort by Elizabeth
or Brenda until he could prove himself trustworthy. At all times
while at home, both inside and outside, he was to have a silk
headscarf handy that might at any time be tied neatly beneath his
chin and he would not be allowed to visit the barber.
"Come now, Danny," she said. "Let me show you what I've done with
your room."
They went upstairs and Elizabeth opened the door to Dan's bedroom.
Instead of the king-size waterbed, in its place he saw a pair of
white four-poster twin beds with gauze canopies and lacy duvet
covers. The walls, which had previously been green, were now
pastel yellow while the woodwork had been changed from dark stain
to sparkling white. The rough berber carpet had been replaced by
thick pile carpet that was very nearly white. The en-suite
bathroom had also been redone in similar pastel colors including
the shower curtain, trimmed in eyelet lace and the towels. In the
corner of the room was a white vanity with a large, lighted mirror
and a tufted stool that matched the yellow paint on the walls.
"Do you like your new room, Danny?" asked Elizabeth.
Dan gawked around in disbelief. When he was last in his room, it
was strewn with dirty clothes, magazines and empty food containers.
The walls were covered with posters of pin-up girls and grunge rock
bands. His pride and joy, his waterbed had been scored on the
headboard for each of the 'conquests' he had enjoyed with girls in
that bed. Now that was all gone and in its place he found this
sterile, feminine décor.
"What happened to my old room?" he shouted. "You had no right to
do this. This was my house before you came along and screwed
things up!"
"Now, now, now little one, this is my house now," interrupted
Elizabeth. "You and your father treated us like dirt while he was
alive and I'm putting an end to that now. I am now the head of
this household and things will work as I desire. You will either
learn to live with that or you can take the alternative, jail."
Dan suddenly became quiet again. Elizabeth went on to explain that
the house would now always remain neat and clean and that he would
be contributing to the household chores. He would be given a list
of chores to be completed each week and failure to do so would
result in serious consequences.
"Make yourself at home in your new room, Danny," said his step-
mother. "Brenda and I have a few things to take care of
downstairs. You can have a look around your room until we need you
to help with preparing dinner. I'll be up to help you get ready
for dinner in about 30 minutes."
After Elizabeth and Brenda had left, Dan laid down on one of the
beds. While it was not his beloved water bed, it was very
comfortable and he quickly fell asleep. Thirty minutes later,
Elizabeth shouted up the stairs for Dan to change his clothes for
dinner.
Dan wiped the sleep from his eyes and wandered toward his closet.
When he opened the closet door and the interior light came on, he
let out a blood-curdling scream "What the hell - where the fuck are
my clothes!?! You fucking bitches!"
Anticipating the uproar, Elizabeth walked through his door as he
was leaving the walk-in closet. She grabbed him roughly by his ear
and marched him into the bathroom.
"I will not tolerate that kind of language in my house!" she
demanded.
She took a bar of soap from the sink and shoved it into his mouth.
The humiliated boy struggled but was unable to break away from his
much stronger step-mother and he began to cry uncontrollably.
Elizabeth sat him on the toilet seat and released her grip on his
ear but warned him to leave the soap in his mouth.
"I cannot believe that I've had to resort to washing your mouth out
with soap, like a child!" she said. "You can be sure that I will
use whatever methods are necessary to improve your behavior and if
that means treating you just like a child, I will do it. Now, I'm
going to take that bar of soap from your mouth though you are
forbidden from speaking other than to apologize for your rude
language and to respond 'yes mommy' and 'no mommy' to my
instructions."
Choking back his tears, Dan whispered, "Yes Mommy. I'm sorry
Mommy."
"Sorry for what, Danny?" his step-mother pressed.
"Mommy, I'm sorry for my bad language."
"Your naughty language you mean?" she prodded.
"Yes, Mommy. I'm very sorry for my naughty language, I promise I
won't do it again," he sheepishly replied.
"You can be sure that if you do little Danny, you will experience
the same again or worse," Elizabeth scolded. "Now get those
clothes off and get in the shower. I will be right back to help
you with some of your new hygiene routines. First, though, I need
to put together your outfit for dinner. Go on now, don't be
bashful, strip off!"
Dan slowly removed his clothes, embarrassed to be undressing in
front of his step-mother and step-sister. He paused when he was
down to only his boxer shorts.
"Come on, panties too darling!" Elizabeth demanded. "Don't think
you have something we haven't seen before, little one."
Brenda giggled as the red-faced teen quickly lowered his boxer
shorts and tried to cover himself. As quickly as possible, he
jumped into the shower and pulled the curtain shut. Elizabeth and
Brenda both giggled and looked at each other conspiratorially and
let the bathroom.
"Brenda, pick out some pretty panties for your step-sissy while I
pick out the rest of his outfit," instructed Elizabeth. "We'll
hold off on a bra for today but I think a little cami t-shirt with
some Capri pants would look cute on our little girly-boy."
Brenda picked out a pair of white nylon bikini panties with red
hearts and a pretty little bow at the waist. The waist and leg
openings had gathers that Brenda was sure would result in a very
visible panty line. Taking her daughter's cue, Elizabeth picked
out a pair of bright white Capri pants with a low waist and made of
a fairly light cotton material. She also selected a red cami-top
with spaghetti straps and a built-in shelf bra the waist of which
would not reach the top of the capris, leaving about two inches of
skin exposed.
"Lay these out on the bed while I go take care of our little
princess," instructed Elizabeth. "Also, pick out a pair of shoes,
those red flip-flops with the stacked soles would be a good
choice."
Elizabeth quietly slipped back into the bathroom and retrieved a
lady's razor and shaving cream from under the sink. She suddenly
pulled open the shower curtain, causing Dan to scream from the
fright.
Once composed, Dan said, "What are you doing!?! You scared me to
death! Could I please have some privacy?"
"Due to your behavior, you do not deserve the privilege of
privacy," explained the step-mother. "When you have demonstrated
that you can be trusted, perhaps that privilege will be returned.
Right, you need to develop some additional hygiene habits starting
today. From now on, you will keep your body, below your eyebrows,
clear of any hair. I will help you this time but I expect you to
take care of this yourself every day from now on."
"You have got to be kidding, there is no way I'm shaving my body,"
exclaimed Dan.
Elizabeth slapped Dan's bare leg with enormous force, causing him
to shriek and cower back into the corner of the shower.
"You always seem to prefer things the hard way, don't you?"
Elizabeth charged with frustration. "If you don't begin following
my instructions - the first time - you will continue to suffer the
consequences. And believe me, a little slap on your thigh is
nothing compared to what I am capable of. Do you want to test me?"
"Nnnnno, Mommy!" Dan replied.
"That's what I thought! Now spray this cream on your legs, arms
and chest. I will help with the little bit of hair on your back
and when we're finished with those, I will take care of that little
pubic patch of yours. If you cooperate, I may allow you to keep a
little 'landing strip' of hair there," she said with a sneer.
After Dan was completely denuded and his pubic hair was shaved into
a small narrow strip above his equipment, he was instructed to
finish showering. Elizabeth handed him some perfumed soap which he
was told to use liberally. He was then instructed to wash and
condition his hair with an equally fragrant shampoo and conditioner
leaving him smelling like a field of lavender. Elizabeth handed
the frightened boy a pink fluffy towel and instructed him to pat
himself dry and wrap the towel around himself just over his chest
as he had seen his step-sister do many times.
"Now into the bedroom, Danny," instructed Elizabeth. Laura has
your outfit laid out for you on the bed."
As Dan rounded the corner from the bath, he stopped cold in his
tracks as soon as he caught a glimpse of the clothes awaiting him.
"Here, honey," said Brenda. "Put your pretty panties on first.
Then we'll get the rest sorted out."
"Please, don't make me wear those clothes," Dan begged. "I promise
that I will be on perfect behavior. I've learned my lesson!
Please, mommy, just let me wear my regular clothes."
"I'm afraid it is too late for that," replied Elizabeth. "Now put
your panties on with no more arguments or I'm going to paddle your
bare ass with this hairbrush," she demanded picking up a large
wooden hairbrush from the vanity.
Dan timidly accepted the dainty panties from his step-sister and
carefully stepped into them. As he drew the panties up his newly
bare legs, he shivered visibly, drawing immediate notice from both
Elizabeth and Brenda. They smiled brightly when they noticed that
Dan's small manhood was beginning to stand at attention.
"Mom, it looks to me like Danny likes his new undies," declared
Brenda.
Dan turned even more red with shame as he tried unsuccessfully to
will his growing erection to disappear.
"Do you want a few minutes alone to take care of that?" taunted the
beaming step-mother.
"Nnnnooo," pleaded the humiliated boy as the erection finally began
to subside.
"Here, then Danny," said Brenda laughing. "Put on these nice Capri
pants before your little soldier gives you more trouble."
Dan accepted the bright white pants from Brenda and stepped into
them quickly. As he fastened the waist, he realized how form
fitting the pants were. They hugged every curve of his body and
were very snug in the crotch and on his butt. Brenda then gave the
boy his girly red top which he pulled over his wet hair and
attempted to pull down over the waistband of the capris.
"Don't frustrate yourself, sugar," said Elizabeth. "Your cami is
supposed to ride above those low-rise pants. You have such a
pretty, flat stomach that we really should consider getting your
belly button pierced!"
"Mom, what are we going to do with him next?" asked Brenda.
"Well, I think he needs a little more color," replied Elizabeth.
"Why don't you help the little pansy with his toenails and
fingernails while I try to do something with that mop of hair."
Elizabeth sat Dan at the vanity and began drying his hair with a
blow dryer while Brenda applied a pale pink nail polish to his toes
and fingers. Dan sat in disbelief as when Elizabeth finished
drying his hair, she picked up a pair of scissors and a comb.
"What are you doing?" pleaded Dan. "Please don't cut my hair!"
"Now, now sweet pea," Elizabeth teased. "I'm only going to clean
up the split ends a little today. We'll make you an appointment at
my salon when it is time for a real hair makeover."
Dan trembled as Elizabeth trimmed his shoulder length hair, leaving
him with a sort of pageboy style with bangs in the front.
"I think you would look great with a little pixie cut, sweetie.
Don't you?" she teased. "We will also probably want to consider
some color, maybe some nice highlights. But that is all for
later."
By the time Elizabeth had finished his hair, his nails had all be
finished and were mostly dry.
"Be careful now, sugar, and don't mess up your nails," instructed
Brenda. "They are not quite dry."
Brenda placed the red flip flops on the floor in front of Dan and
instructed him to slide his feet into them. The sandals had 2 inch
stacked soles which made Dan a little unsteady at first.
"Don't worry, Danny," said Elizabeth. "You'll be walking like a
pro in heels much higher than that before you know it!"
She pulled him by the arm over to the full length mirror hung from
his closet door. There she made the sissy make a slow turn so they
could all enjoy his new look. Dan was both shocked and mesmerized
by his feminized image. While there was no mistaking him for a
girl, he presented a wonderfully effeminate picture. As predicted,
his panty lines were obvious and the tiny red hearts on his panties
showed faintly through the white fabric of his Capri pants. The
cami top looked cute on his tanned and hairless skin and his flat
stomach was prominent between the low cut pants and he cropped top.
While he had no breasts, the built-in shelf bra in the top made his
chest resemble a girl in early puberty with breasts just budding.
The sissified boy made quite a picture standing there gawking at
himself in the mirror.
"Earth to Danny!" exclaimed Elizabeth. "If you can pull yourself
away from admiring your new look, we have just a couple of more
things to do and then we are going to have dinner. Brenda, please
brush some mascara lightly on Danny's lashes and do his lips with a
nice pale lip gloss, something that would match his nails. I'm
going to go downstairs to finish dinner. You two cuties come
downstairs as soon as you are ready and set the table."
As Elizabeth left the room, Brenda escorted Dan back to the vanity
and had him sit in front of the lighted mirror. She took a tube of
mascara out of a drawer filled with high quality cosmetics from her
mother's Arbonne consultant and lightly brushed her sissy brothers
lashes. She then selected a lip gloss and instructed Dan on
puckering his lips to allow them to be coated by the shiny, pink
gloss.
"We've just got to get you to the MAC counter for a makeover and
color evaluation, sweetie," teased Brenda. "Now come on, step-
sissy, let's go down and set the table."
"OK," replied the still shell-shocked girly boy.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Brenda warned. "Remember how mom instructed you
to address me?'
"Sorry.... Sis," replied Dan.
After dinner was finished and Dan had cleaned up the dishes he was
called into the family room where Brenda and Elizabeth were
sitting.
"We've been talking, my little step-pansy," began Elizabeth. "its
still pretty early and we think we should take a quick trip to the
mall to pick up a few things. Its only fair that you get to pick
out some of your own things. Of course, we will have final say on
what you buy or not."
"Please, Mommy," Dan begged. "Don't make me go out looking like
this!"
"Oh nonsense my little petal, you may as well get used to being out
and about with your new look. This is how you will be dressing for
some time to come."
"What if someone sees me, though? Someone I know?" pleaded Dan.
"Well that's exactly what we want to happen, silly sissy!" said his
step-mother. "It would be a complete waste to not show off the new
you!"
Brenda handed Dan a small white purse with a shoulder strap and
instructed him to tie a red and yellow silk scarf to the strap.
"Danny, I just love this look!" she teased. "It really dresses up
your bag for you!"
Elizabeth and Brenda each took one of Dan's arms and escorted him
out the front door of the house to their car. He quickly scanned
the neighborhood hoping he wouldn't be seen. He did not notice
anyone as they slowly walked him to the car and opened the door to
the back seat, instructing him to get in.
"Now you may as well practice getting in and out of cars now while
you are wearing pants," said Elizabeth. "You don't want the boys
to see your panties in the future when you get into and out of a
car in a skirt. Turn and put your little bottom on the seat first
and then turn as you pull your legs in."
Dan was sure he looked ridiculous as he followed his step-mother's
instructions.
"That's pretty good for your first time, Danny," complimented
Brenda. "You'll have plenty more practice though to get it just
right."
"OK, girls," exclaimed Elizabeth. "Let's go shopping!"
Chapter 7 - Just one of the girls
As Bob drove back to the office, he caught a glimpse of his
earrings in the rear-view mirror. Noticing his ultra-girly
earrings reminded him that he had intended to buy some more
discrete earrings while he was out. He noticed an import store in
the adjacent shopping center and decided he could probably get
something there without spending a fortune and running into a lot
of people. He turned into the shopping center and parked near the
door. As he exited his car, he remembered that he had switched to
the pumps while at Nordstrom. Not having time to dig his flats out
of the trunk, he just shrugged his shoulders and went ahead into
the store, the heels of his new pumps clicking loudly on the tile
floor. He made his way to the jewelry section and started looking
through the hundreds of styles in the display racks.
"May I be of service, ma'am," offered a woman as she approached him
from the rear.
Startled, Bob turned and tuned immediately crimson as the
recognition of his true gender appeared on the sales clerk's face.
"I'm just looking at the minute," stuttered Bob.
Regaining her composure, the sales person responded "Well you just
let me know when I can help. I'll be right over behind that
counter."
The salesperson rushed over behind the counter and began eagerly
whispering in the ear of another woman who looked Bob's way and
began to giggle. Pretty soon, every employee in the store was
checking out the man dressed in a pretty woman's suit and 2 inch
pumps. Bob quickly picked out several pairs of posts and small
hoops in gold and silver and took them to the counter.
"Oh, these are very nice," gushed the saleswoman. "I hope you
found everything you were looking for. I'm pretty sure we have a
nice necklace that would match the earrings you're wearing if you
are interested."
"No thank you," Bob responded. "These are not mine, I borrowed
them from a co-worker."
"Well that was sure nice of your girlfriend at work, or boyfriend,
to loan you such a pretty pair of earrings," she teased.
Bob blushed and paid for his earrings and left the store as quickly
as he could. The saleswoman who helped him and three other women
followed him to the door and urged him to come back again.
"Not bloody likely," Bob thought to himself.
Back in his car, he exchanged the chandelier earrings for a pair of
small gold hoops. He returned to the office and walked in, the
click-clack of his heels on the marble floor attracting everyone's
attention. Amy rushed over and had Bob do a slow pirouette.
"Bobbi dear, those pumps are just darling!" she squealed. "Where
did you get them?"
"I bought them at Nordstrom," he quietly replied. "They are having
a sale and I was able to get this style in 4 colors."
"How wonderful!" Amy replied. "There is nothing girls like better
than a shoe sale!"
At that moment Laura walked out of her office. She too noticed
Bob's new footwear and quickly joined in the conversation.
"Bobbi, those pumps are such an improvement over those awful shoes
you were wearing earlier," she raved. "You look so much more
professional in a nice conservative pump. I'll share a little
secret also...pumps do wonders for how your bottom looks,
especially in a suit skirt."
Without thinking, Bob replied "That's what the shoe salesman at
Nordstrom said."
"Oh, you did go to Nordstrom?" she inquired.
"Yes ma'am, just as you instructed," he answered.
"Who was the sales specialist that assisted you?"
"A man named Jerome helped me, why?"
"Jerome is absolutely the best," exclaimed Laura. "I always ask
for him to help me. He knows women's shoes better than anyone in
town and is always up on the latest styles and trends. He also
makes me laugh. He is such a little queen that he doesn't ever
attempt to look up my skirt like some of those other lecherous
salesmen unless he wants to compare my panties and pantyhose to
those he's wearing under his suits. I'll bet that he was just
gushing over you!"
Amy chimed in, "Oh I also adore Jerome! I can only afford
Nordstrom during their sales on my salary but whenever I'm there
he is always the person who helps me. Did he ask you out? I'll
bet you are just his type!"
"OK girls, hen party's over! Let's get back to work," said Laura
giving both Amy and Bob a pat on the butt.
Bob and Amy returned to their desks. After getting settled, Bob
took the earrings he had borrowed to Amy.
"Here are the earrings I borrowed, Amy," he said. "Thank your for
the loan but I picked up some of my own when I was out at lunch."
"You are welcome, Bobbi," she replied. "Girls loan things to each
other all of the time so it is always ok if you need to borrow
something from me, a pad or tampon for example."
Bob blushed at the idea of borrowing feminine hygiene products from
a co-worker. He could not imagine ever doing anything so
humiliating.
"I don't think that will ever be necessary, but thanks anyway," Bob
said.
"Don't mention it. You never know, I may need to turn to you some
day if I get in a jam and need a spare pair of pantyhose or period
supplies if my time of the month should sneak up on me."
Hoping to avoid further discussions along that vein, Bob turned to
his computer and began reading his emails. Laura had been standing
nearby and heard the discussion that Amy and Bob had just finished
and took the opportunity to inflict some further shame on the sissy
receptionist.
"Bobbi, you know Amy is right," she began. "One never knows when a
co-worker may be in a jam and need some emergency supplies.
Tonight on your way home, I want you to stop at Walgreens and pick
up some female supplies. Get a good selection as we all use
different brands, sizes, etc. Pick up some tampons in both regular
and super and get a few different kinds of pads, some pantyliners
and some maxi-pads. I know I've really begun to like those
pantyliners made just for thong panties so make sure you include
those."
The fact that Laura used thong pantyliners was TMF (too much
information) for Bob. He did not even want to know that she wore a
thong.
"Bobbi, that would be so sweet," chimed in Amy. "It would also be
great if you picked up some other items also, like feminine
deodorant spray, some lubricant and douches. Keeping a couple of
pairs of spare pantyhose in your desk would also be a good idea, in
case you get a run."
"Bobbi, I want you to dedicate one of your desk drawers to such
supplies and you can add your nail care stuff to that same drawer,"
Laura instructed. "We'll call it your girly supply drawer. Maybe
you should even put a label on the drawer, indicating just that."
When the work day was finally finished, Bob headed home, stopping
at the Walgreens as Laura had instructed. He picked up two
shopping baskets at the door assuming all of the items he was
supposed to purchase would not fit in one. He first stopped by the
pantyhose rack and picked out 3 pairs of pantyhose, two in nude and
one in black. As he was looking for his correct size, another
shopper began looking through the selection as well. She did not
at first notice that the person next to her was a man dressed in
female clothes and shoes. When Bob had to bend down to get the
black pair of hose from the bottom rack, she took more notice and
smiled broadly. Recognizing Bob as a sissy, she mumbled something
under her breath and giggled as he walked away. He found his way
to the section of the store with the feminine hygiene products,
near the pharmacy counter. As he was studying the dizzying array
of brands, styles and sizes, the pharmacy technician noticed his
puzzled look and his unu
sual attire.
"Excuse me sir, can I help you to find anything?" she asked
merrily. "I love your outfit, by the way."
Bob stuttered, "No thank you, ma'am. I think I can find everything
I need myself."
"Well if you need any help sweetie, please let me know. You may
have trouble finding everything YOU need," she replied with heavy
emphasis on the word you.
Bob reviewed the list he had made at the office and surveyed the
shelves for the last item he needed, the thong pantyliners that
Laura had specifically requested. He looked and looked but could
not find anything that appeared even close. Defeated, he made his
way to the pharmacy desk to ask for help.
Blushing, he asked the technician, "Excuse me ma'am, but do you
have any pads that are specifically designed for thongs?"
The pharmacy technician made a big commotion asking the other
pharmacy workers if they had seen the new thong pantyliners.
Everyone had a good laugh at Bob's expense as he stood at the
counter waiting for assistance. The technician got on the intercom
and called for the manager to assist in the feminine hygiene aisle.
A few minutes later, a broad man with a vest and tie came walking
down the aisle.
"Hey Jim, this man is looking for a new product, those pantyliners
designed for thong panties," she shouted loudly enough that Bob was
sure everyone in the store could hear. "Can you help the poor
thing? He has such terrible panty lines right now that I can
understand why he would want to switch to thong panties."
The manager took one look at Bob and broke out in hysterics.
"Sure, Kari," he was barely able to speak through his laughter.
"I'd be happy to help this little thing with his purchase."
Within seconds, the manager found the product on the top shelf and
looked back at Bob with a wide grin.
"Here they are sweet pea," he taunted. "How many boxes do you need
today?"
Bob quietly muttered "just one thank you," He took the box from
the manager and added it to his overflowing baskets of other
feminine products and hurried as quickly as he could to the check-
out counter, the heels on his pumps click-clacking all the way.
After waiting in line for a few excruciating minutes, suffering the
stares and giggles of everyone who walked through the door, it was
finally his turn to put his baskets on the counter.
The check-out clerk was a teenage girl.
When she looked up and saw Bob in his feminine suit, she smiled
broadly. She took all of the items from his baskets and piled them
one by one on the counter and only then began to ring up the
purchases.
"Looks like you must be having a pretty heavy month, honey," she
teased. "I'm glad you were able to find those thong pantyliners.
Aren't they just great?"
Bob paid for his purchases as quickly as possible, suffering
further humiliation as he had to dig though his purse to find his
credit card.
"Don't purses just become black holes?" the cashier observed. "I
don't know how MEN live without them, though," she said with heavy
emphasis on the word men. "Thanks for shopping at Walgreens and
have a nice day sweetie!"
Chapter 8 - Jill emerges
As he had been instructed, Joe appeared at Carol's office at 5:00
pm. He timidly knocked on the door and was invited in.
"You wanted to see me, Carol?" Joe asked hesitatingly.
"Why yes, Joe... I mean Jill. Please have a seat," she instructed.
Joe sat in one of the guest chairs in Carol's office. He could
swear the chairs were intentionally shorter as Carol seemed to
tower over him seated in her executive desk chair. He grew more
worried by the minute.
"Joe, I've been thinking this afternoon about your recent behavior
toward your friend Bobbi," she started. "I've decided that you
deserve the opportunity to walk in his shoes, or actually, pumps as
it were. It seems only fair that you have the opportunity to
experience, first hand, the types of humiliation that Bobbi
suffered, partially at your hand."
Joe interrupted, "But I've already apologized to Bob for the mean
things that I did!"
"I'm afraid apologies are not enough," she responded. "You are
going to get to spend a little 'Jill time' over the next while.
Unless you do not cooperate, you will not be forced to dress as you
did in many of those photos in the album that I have. We'll see
how cooperative you are with a day in the office in a pretty party
dress with all of the accessories as a consequence for not
following my instructions."
"I promise that I will be as cooperative as possible, Carol,"
sputtered Joe. "Please don't let anyone else know about Jill!"
"Well, that will all depend on you," she replied. "Tonight you
need to do some shopping. As I mentioned earlier, you will no
longer be allowed to wear men's underwear from this point forward.
I want you to purchase a two week supply of panties to replace your
boxer shorts. They must all be bikini style and no two can be
alike. Each pair must be of a different style and color. No more
than five pair may be cotton. It is likely that you will be forced
to visit more than one store to fulfill your panty wardrobe. Since
you are a plus-size girl now, you will need to make your purchases
in stores like Lane Bryant and Avenue. You may be able to find
some panties in your size at the department stores, but I doubt
there will be much of a selection. I would suggest the mall where
you can visit all of the plus size stores and department stores in
one location. You are not allowed to purchase your panties at
Walmart, K-Mart, Target or any other similar stores. I don't want
you to be ab
le to sneak your dainty purchases in with a lot of other items.
You may also not purchase your new undies at discount stores, like
Ross or Marshalls. I want this to hurt you in the pocketbook as
well. You are also to purchase 7 pairs of pantyhose, again each in
a different style and color. Finally, you are to also buy 7
camisoles, in a variety of colors and sizes. I will not force you
to find 7 completely different camis as that is probably not
possible in your size. You better have more than 2 or 3
color/style combinations, however. You must purchase all three of
these items separately and I want to see your receipts. You may
not purchase any other items at the same time as these three items.
Do you understand these instructions, Jill?"
"Yes, Carol. I understand," Joe answered. "Are you sure all of
this is necessary?""
"Would you like me to add some additional items to your list,
Jill?" she asked.
"No, no, I'm sorry!" pleaded Joe.
"OK then, its settled," she said. "Now you need to take care of a
couple of little things before you go on your little shopping trip.
First, I want you to shave your body. I want you as smooth as the
day you were born below your eyebrows. And before you ask, that
includes your mustache and sideburns."
"But Carol, I've had this mustache since college! I'll look
terrible without it," he begged.
"I thought you said you were willing to cooperate, Jill," scolded
Carol. "I guess I will need to get some copies of our photo album
made."
"No, please Carol!" he begged. "I'll shave."
"That's what I want to hear, sweetie. Now one more little item,"
she said as she pulled a bag from under her desk.
"After you've shaven all of that nasty body hair, I want you to put
on this cute outfit I got you for your shopping outing."
Carol opened the bag and took out a pastel pink t-shirt that had
printed on the front 'Boys are Stupid - Throw Rocks at Them'. She
then took out a pair of white Soffee shorts with the word 'PINK'
printed across the butt in hot pink. Finally, she removed a bra
and panty set. The panties were pink bikini style in cotton with a
design of little red and white lips. The bra matched the panties
and had a very small cup.
"I thought you should start with an A cup and we can move you up
some time later," Carol commented casually.
It was obvious to Joe that the panties would be able to be seen
easily through the white shorts and he suspected the outline of the
bra would be visible also.
"You can't be serious," declared Joe. "I can't wear that in
public!"
"Oh but you can," demanded Carol. "And you will!"
"I beg of you Carol," pleaded Joe. "Please don't humiliate me like
this!"
"You did not worry too much about humiliation when it was Bobbi who
was suffering," she calmly replied. "One other thing, you may have
noticed that there are no pockets in your shopping outfit. I am
willing to loan you an old backpack of mine that you can use to
carry your keys and wallet and whatever else you carry."
Carol pulled a backpack out from under her desk. It was in pink
and green with the greek letters delta, delta, delta embroidered on
the front.
"This my old backpack from college which I obviously don't use any
more. All the girls in my sorority had matching bags. Isn't it
cute?"
"Great," said Joe sarcastically. "That bag will really butch up my
looks."
"There are shaving supplies and other toiletries in the backpack as
well as a few other things you might need," Carol continued. "You
can use the gym locker room downstairs to take care of your body
hair problem and change clothes. I want to see you back in my
office in thirty minutes. You need to be getting to the mall soon
as I want you to show me all of your purchases first thing tomorrow
morning."
Joe took the backpack, stuffed it with the clothes and left Carol's
office now very much experiencing the doom he predicted earlier.
Chapter 9 - Model Wife
John was making his semi-weekly journey to Sam's ranch for more
training with Patty. Carol decided that he was spending way too
much money on gas driving his truck across the county to Sam's and
bought him a Toyota Prius. What a sissy car, he thought. To make
things worse, it was painted pink and she'd ordered a vanity plate
that said 'WIFEY'. The only good thing was the gas mileage. As
had become the custom when he went for training session with Patty,
John was dressed in the most feminine of the outfits Carol forced
him to wear. Today he was wearing a cotton print dress that Carol
had purchased from an estate sale, along with many others. This
dress was white with a turquoise green print and matching turquoise
rickrack around the hem and the sleeves. Under the dress's full
skirt he was wearing a white 40 yard nylon petticoat that swirled
around his legs. He was also wearing an old-fashioned set of
foundations that Carol had bought on eBay. The long-line bra and
open bottom
girdle gave him an hour glass figure and held up his suntan
colored seamed stockings. Under his open bottom girdle he was
wearing a pair of huge Vanity Fair granny panties with lace panels.
He was also wearing a silly hat with a huge brim surrounded by silk
flowers. As he was now forced into 4 ˝ inch heels that he rightly
complained were impossible to drive in, Carol awarded him a pair of
pink fluffy house shoes that looked like bunny faces, including
floppy ears for driving.
When John arrived at Sam's ranch, Patty met him at the end of the
drive, as always. She swished up to his car and gave him a big hug
when he exited his little car. Patty always served him a light
lunch before they began their training session.
Today was no exception. After their lunch of finger sandwiches and
sweet tea, Patty indicated it was time to begin their next
assignment. Today's focus was welcoming the head of the house home
after a long day's work. Patty had arranged for Sam to come in
from the ranch work early so she could demonstrate to her charge
the proper way to take care of 'the boss'.
"Hey you sweet thing, Daddy's home!" shouted Sam as she came
through the back door. "Where's my girl?"
Patty picked up the cocktail she had prepared and scampered into
the kitchen and after a quick curtsey, gave Sam her drink. Sam
took a long sip from the drink and opened her arms wide, welcoming
her wife to give her an embrace. Patty leaped into her arms and
kissed her face over and over declaring her devotion between each
affectionate kiss. John could only look on in awe as Patty
displayed her devotion to Sam. Sam picked Patty up and held her
away from her chest by her biceps.
As Sam winked at her partner she asked, "How about a little loving
darling?"
Patty breathlessly replied, "Put me down baby and I'll take care of
you!"
Patty went immediately to her knees and unfastened Sam's Wranglers.
She yanked the dirty jeans to the floor along with the cotton
briefs and buried her face in Sam's crotch. After what seemed to
John like hours, Sam shuddered in orgasm and Patty screamed with
her own ecstasy.
"Oh, darling," said Sam breathlessly. "That was so wonderful. You
are exceptional at scratching my itch!"
Patty took Sam's hand and escorted her into the den where the
newspaper was already waiting. She turned on the television to
Sam's favorite channel, kissed her affectionately on the forehead
and curtseyed. She signaled for John to follow her into the
kitchen.
"Now that is how you need to greet Carol when she comes home,
starting tonight," instructed Patty. "Have dinner in the oven to
make the house smell wonderful, have yourself properly groomed and
perfumed, making her ranch wife smell wonderful and have the den
all set up for her to relax before dinner. Greet Carol at the door
with her favorite drink like I did for Sam and, most importantly,
do not hesitate in dropping to your knees and giving Carol pleasure
until she is exhausted from ecstasy. In time, you will come to
enjoy it as much as she does, as you witnessed for me. I suspect
that Carol will appreciate your attention so much she might just
consider not being so hard on you."
John nodded his understanding and agreement, his mind still reeling
from the spectacle he had just witnessed.
"Now run along, sweetie," instructed Patty. "You have just enough
time to get everything in perfect order for your special one's
arrival from work."
John thanked Patty, grabbed his purse and scampered out to his car.
He hurried home, stopping only at the wine store to pick up a
bottle of Carol's favorite. He was concentrating so much on the
task that lay ahead, he did not even react when the cashier called
him a sissy faggot and pinched his bottom.
At home, John prepared just as Patty had instructed. He had a nice
roast in the oven along with baked potatoes, the table was set and
candles lit. He had fluffed the pillows in Carol's favorite chair
in the den and had the newspaper on the side table. Her favorite
wine was opened and breathing, ready to be poured just before she
arrived. John had redone his makeup and changed into one of
Carol's favorite outfits, a white organza dress with a high lace
neck, bell sleeves and a very full diaphanous skirt that just
skimmed the tops of his knees. His lingerie was all in virginal
white and he had pinned a white bow to his too short hair. On his
feet, he wore the highest heels he owned which were white satin
with peek-a-boo toes, showing off his Barbie-pink toenails that
matched his fingers.
John finished pouring a glass of wine just as he heard Carol pull
into the garage. He hurried to the front door with the wine and
waited with a broad smile and a slight blush. Carol was startled
when she walked through the door and saw her sissy husband, looking
like a fairy princess, waiting for her.
"Well, isn't that nice," exclaimed Carol. "To what do I owe this
special surprise, Cupcake?"
John wordlessly handed Carol the glass, performed a perfect curtsey
and dropped to her nylon-clad knees. She unfastened the pants to
Carol's suit and pulled them, along with her panties, down to her
ankles. He then buried his face in his wife's womanhood,
passionately attacking her most erogenous area with his tongue.
Carol squealed in a combination of surprise and delight. She
sipped her wine and closed her eyes allowing herself to surrender
to the wonderful treatment. Very soon she was moaning in pleasure,
begging her sissy husband to not stop. After several orgasms, she
could hardly continue standing and told John to finish. When he
rose from his knees, she could see that the front of his dress was
damp, he had obviously enjoyed it as much as she had.
"Oh, Jenni," Carol panted. "That was absolutely lovely! What a
wonderful, unexpected treat. What on earth made you plan such a
thing?"
John took Carol by the hand and escorted her into the den. There
he guided her to her favorite chair, had her sit and removed her
pumps, replacing them with fluffy slippers.
"I had another lesson with Patty today," John said, blushing. "She
taught me how to take care of the head of household when she comes
home. She demonstrated with Sam when she came home."
"You mean you watched Patty perform a similar welcome with Sam?"
Carol asked with a broad smile.
"Yes, it was kind of embarrassing."
"You obviously paid close attention as you were wonderful. I hope
I can expect that sort of welcome every day."
"If you would like, I can greet you everyday that way."
"Oh sugar, I most definitely would like! You look to me like you
liked also by the damp spot on the front of your dress. I
recommend you wear a Kotex from now on when you are about to greet
me to keep from soiling your pretty outfit, which I adore, by the
way."
John looked down and flushed red when he discovered that he had
come also and soaked both his panties and pantyhose, as well as his
dress.
"Oh no!" he squealed. "I need to go clean up."
"Take your time sweet pea, I'll sit here and enjoy my wine."
As John left to repair his outfit, Carol thought to herself how
well Project Ranch Wife was working out. She could only imagine
what other lessons Patty might have in store for her sissy hubby.
Epilogue
What's next for our little band of sissies? More changes for Joe
at the office following his shopping trip? Bob in more
predicaments both at work and at home? John perfecting his ranch
wife role while surrounded by hunky ranch hands? More details
about Dan, perhaps including other play dates he had prior to his
with Bob? Karen, Carol, Elizabeth, Brenda, Sam and Patty are sure
to think of many more clever adventures to keep their sissy-boys
blushing.
Please let me know what you think of this long-overdue fifth
installment. I have other additional ideas for sissy adventures
but would love suggestions and feedback from readers. I want to
stick mostly with the sissy boy theme and not move too far toward
total feminization. Vicki Tern is a huge inspiration for me so
subplots similar to hers are my favorites. I promised last time
that I would be more prompt with the next installment.
Unfortunately, life took over and it took me way too long to get
back to it. I'll make no such promise this time though I
absolutely intend to continue the series.
Thanks for the great comments!