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Noreen Wilson
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| Rating: R | Add Review Read Reviews, Last Review 05/11/07 (2) | Added: 05/11/2007 |
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| Synopsis: | Three perfectly normal guys can't live up to their fathers' expectations and fall prey to a perverse conspiracy among a sorority and frat. In Part III the victims have any hope of returning to their former lives crushed. | |
| Categories: | Caught with Consequences Chemical or Drug Induced Change Femdom, Authoritarian Mind Altered, Hypnosis, Brainwashed Physically Forced or Blackmailed | |
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Passing the GAT Part III
By Noreen Wilson
NOTICE: This story is a work of fiction. The names or persons depicted herein are fictional and any similarity in name or circumstance is coincidental. This story involves 'adult' themes and contains images of a highly sexual nature, including 'fetishism', bondage, domination, non-consensual sex acts, use of sex-toys, costumes, forced feminization and sexual transformation in an unrealistic and fantastical manner. If you find such material disturbing, if you are under the age of 18 or if it is illegal for you to read adult material, stop reading here. The images contained herein are intended to be fictionalized representations of the events being described and are not intended to imply the characters in the pictures have actually engaged in the acts or events described.
Chapter IX: Up And At 'EM!
On the morning following the dark occurrences in the subbasement of KAPi House, the sun shone brightly through lacey curtains adorning the windows of the corner room on the second floor of KAPi House. The newest sorority sister lay sleeping peacefully on her bed wearing the sheerest of nighties femininely adorned with pretty pink roses and a satin bow. The wispiest of panties showed through the diaphanous fabric. Her nubile body rested atop a pale green comforter and pillow also splashed with girlish pink roses. She was the absolute vision of a young coed. Jennifer stood in the doorway admiring the sleeping beauty for several moments before creeping over to the bed. Crawling onto the bed she gently touched Laura's shoulder. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty!" she said softly.
Laura mumbled and then languidly stretched her lithe body feline-like. Sensuality radiated from her with little effort. "How's my little sister this morning?" Jennifer asked. Laura flashed her a libidinal smile. "Ummm hungry," she said. The look in her eyes left no doubt that she wasn't talking about bacon and eggs. Having expected this, Jennifer returned the smile and began pulling down the bottoms to her pajamas to reveal her perfectly shaven pussy. "I bet I know what you're hungry for little sister," she purred. "Oh my," Laura responded playfully, holding her arms out for Jennifer. "Just what the doctor ordered ... breakfast in bed!" For the next thirty minutes Laura lapped away at Jennifer's pussy and clitoris as though she had been doing so for years ... and in her programmed memory she had. After her second enormous climax, Jennifer shifted into a sixty-nine position so she could return the favor to Laura.
The sounds of passionate lesbian sex echoing in the room and down the hall brought the other girls out of their rooms to steal quick glimpses of the lovers through the open bedroom door. With her sixth orgasm, Jennifer collapsed beside Laura in post-coital bliss. Stroking Laura's hair she purred, "Little sis you're incredible. I could stay like this forever!" Their afterglow was doused by the impish voice of Allison Sterner, Jennifer's second in command. "Okay you sexpots up and at 'em!" she called out playfully. "Remember, we've got some sissies to deal with.
Jennifer and Laura reluctantly gathered up their things and headed for the showers. The showers at KAPi House were of the communal variety. The House had considered more private accommodations, but the girls decided that they liked the camaraderie of the communal showers; it frequently led to playful and erotic exchanges. As Jennifer and Laura entered, some of the girls who were in the process of getting dressed stopped and stared. They all wanted to see the "new" girl. Jennifer shot them all a stern "get away" kinda look. They all knew better than to stare at a girl who supposedly had been a KAPi for several weeks. Still, it was only natural for them to be a little curious.
Fortunately, the stares lasted only a moment and were so friendly Laura never sensed the curiosity behind her reception. "Hi guys," she said naturally as she stripped off her robe and entered the showers as though she had been a girl all her life. In the shower, Jennifer and Laura continued their flirtatious behavior. Laura allowed Jennifer to soap her up. Jennifer returned the favor concentrating on Laura's breasts in such a way that her nipples hardened in a most embarrassing manner.
The conversation turned to the sissies. "Well, what're we going to do with our three little sissies?" Allison asked. Jennifer responded matter-of-factly. "They need some clothes, obviously. I thought that Laura and I would lend Brian some of our clothes since we're about the same size. Allison, I think Tim is about the same size as you and Rachel so I thought you two would take him. Then I thought Cindy and Chrissy could lend Nate some of theirs. You girls are so girly in your tastes that I thought Nate would look darling in some of your frillier things. If he's even half the sissy his GAT test score suggests, I think he'd truly appreciate them." All of the girls readily concurred. "Of course, we then need to go shopping," Jennifer continued once the job allocation was completed. "Our sissies can't borrow our clothes forever. Besides, Laura here has been pestering me for weeks to take her shopping. She has that "itch" and would like to buy a whole new wardrobe."
This fiction was quite deliberate. Dr. Lorenson knew that a girl waking up to find she had no clothes would undoubtedly ask questions. She programmed an elaborate cover story to explain this unusual circumstance. Thus, Laura quickly "remembered" that she had been pestering Jennifer to take her shopping. It seems that Laura had always felt that she was way too "chunky" with a thick waist and boyish hips. She had been determined to lose thirty pounds and work out to slim her waist. She had undertaken a vigorous exercise program that enabled her to lose forty pounds and take almost ten inches off her waist. She was understandably proud of her accomplishment. Now, however, none of her clothes seemed to fit right. In fact, just last evening, at the weekly KAPi House "pajama party," on a lark the girls convinced her to burn her clothes in celebration of her new darling figure. Jennifer had promised to take her shopping the very next day and to lend Laura some of her outfits until then. The shopping trip promised to be particularly eventful because just that afternoon they had caught three sissies stealing panties for themselves and the house volunteered to take the poor dears to buy them some panties of their own.
Laura's reminiscing was cut short by Cindy's girlish squeal. "Let's go to Westview! I heard there're a lot of great sales going on." Westview was the largest mall in the area. Jennifer smiled evilly as she thought that Westview was the perfect place to introduce the town's newest sissies. "Sounds good to me!" she responded. "Me too," the other girls echoed. The girls quickly finished their showers and left to get dressed.
Laura followed Jennifer back to her room, while the other girls paired off with their roommates. When they got to their room, Jennifer opened the top drawer of her dresser (the drawer in which every girl keeps her unmentionables) and selected a pretty bra and panty set in beige with white flower petals. She let Laura select her own panties and she chose a pair of plain white ones. Then in a blatantly flirtatious act, Jennifer asked Laura to help her fasten her bra. As Laura reached around Jennifer to fasten the clasps, Jennifer took perverse pleasure in knowing that Laura's panties were probably getting wet at that very moment and it was all she could do to keep from going at it right then and there. That Laura was able to master her horniness this soon after her change was a miracle.
Once Jennifer's naughty escapade was concluded, they both donned tight-fitting jeans. Laura selected a cute tight fitted crop top with large pink flowers and spaghetti straps. Jennifer complimented Laura on the selection and how it showed off her new tinier waist. "Laura, I bet you can't wait to try on some of the cute new summer fashions now that you've lost all that weight." Laura beamed with pride at the compliment and her sexy new figure.
Chapter X: "What to Wear? Oh My! What to Wear?"
Fully dressed, the girls convened in the first floor atrium of KAPi House and then proceeded to the basement where their new sissies awaited. The panty thieves had been locked in the basement's recreation room. When the girls entered the three boys were huddled in one corner totally naked. Aside from their hairless bodies and somewhat softer skin, there was very little to tell that the guys were any different than they were yesterday. Only a distinct subservient demeanor offered any hint that the three young men were now total mental sissies. "Well how are our little sissies this morning?" Jennifer asked in a mocking tone. "I trust you slept well?" Jennifer's tone did not really demand an answer and the sissies didn't offer one. "I bet you'd like to get dressed wouldn't you?" One by one the sissies nodded sheepishly. She walked over to Brian. "Well we certainly can't have you running around naked now. Can we? I bet you'd just love to wear a pair of those panties you were trying to steal yesterday wouldn't you dear?" Brian tried to look at Jennifer defiantly and inside he heard himself scream at her, "I ain't wearing no panties you b**ch!" Yet, his eyes betrayed him as his sissy persona asserted herself for the first time and he heard his voice respond enthusiastically, "Could I? I juth love the way panthieth feel ... you girlth are tho lucky to wear them all the time." Brian was horrified at the high-pitched lisp that any stereotypic sissy was expected to possess. The girls burst out laughing. They could see Brian battling his sissy self without success as he struggled to speak normally but succeeding in uttering only exaggerated "sissy speak."
Enjoying his discomfort, some of the girls lifted their dresses up to display their panties to the sissy. "Would you like to try ours on?" one of them asked, mockingly. "I bet you'd look just adorable in these," another said. It was easy to tell that, while Brian was thoroughly humiliated, he, and the other reprogrammed sissies, were eager to do just that. Jennifer laughingly quelled the banter. "Girls don't make fun of them. They're right you know. It's SO unfair that boys can't wear panties ... and bras for that matter." Then she took Brian's chin in her hand and said, "There, there honey," she said to the pouting boy, "we may be able to help. You see although boys wouldn't be caught dead wearing pretty panties and bras, I understand that sissies just love to. In fact, I've been told that sissies like to do almost everything that girls do, even though they aren't really girls. Are YOU a sissy sweetie? Is that what you've been trying to tell us?"
Once again, somewhere deep within his mind, Brian's suppressed male psyche was screaming epithets. The sissy in him, however, merely nodded submissively in agreement. Jennifer looked at the three sissies skeptically. "I don't know. How are we to be certain that you're not just saying that to avoid being punished for trying to steal our panties?" She thought for a moment. "I know! I want each of you to tell the girls in your own words why you want to wear our panties. Let's start with you sweetie since you seem to be the most vocal of the bunch. To his horror, Brian heard himself lisp, "I lovthe to wear pantieth," he pleaded. "Ever thince I can remember I hath loved to thneak into my thithter'th drawerth and put on her frillitheth pantieth. I jutht love the way they make me feel ... all girly! I know I'm not a real girl, but I love acting like one and wearing pretty clotheth and makeup." Laura chimed in. "Why would you want to wear pretty clothes and makeup hon?" The internal conflict within him caused him to burst into tears as he stuttered, "To ... to ... attract ... cute guyth." Laura came over and gave him a hug. "There, there, sweetie. There's no need to cry. It's perfectly okay for a sissy to want to attract cute boys." Brian looked at Laura through his tears and mumbled, "A ... a ... are ... are ... ya ... ya ... you thure?" Laura smiled. "Of course I'm sure. Isn't that right girls?" The girls all agreed.
Tim followed with his explanation as to why he wanted to wear panties and bras and he too broke down in tears. Nate, however, was actually beaming when his turn came. "I love wearing brath and pantieth becauthe guyth think there're hot on a thithy like me. Guyth are thoooo dreamy. I'd love to have a really hunky guy wrap me in hith armth and kith me all over." He winked conspiratorially and leaned closer to the girls as though conveying a deep secret. "I juth love the thilkineth of a hard dick in my mouth and the thalty tathte of cum. One day I hope the right boy will ... uh ... you know ... make me a completeth thithy!" The girls couldn't help but giggle, although a few were sympathetic with Nate. It was clear that Nate was a TRUE sissy, and thus somewhat of a distant cousin to girlhood. They could tell he truly wanted a boyfriend, just like each of them, and they were willing to help the poor soul. As for Brian and Tim, to the casual observer they would certainly appear to be genuine sissies. The girls could tell from experience that it was their programming talking. It was going to be fun putting those sissies through their paces.
"Well girls, it certainly looks like we have three sissies here!" Jennifer pronounced. "Should we help them?" A resounding chorus of "Yeahs" echoed throughout the basement of KAPi House. When they had died down, Jennifer said, "Okay. I think we've got to start with the names. I mean after all ... Brian, Tim and Nate just won't do for cute sissies like them. Nate, I think you're more like a Nataline, Nattie for short. What do think?" The girls were surprised at his enthusiasm as he clapped his hands in little girlish manner and squealed, "I lovth it. Nattie ith thuch a pretty name! I bet the boyth will like ith too." Jennifer smiled. "I just bet they will, Nattie" she said. "I think Tim is more like a Terrie. Isn't that right Terrie?" Tim nodded resignedly. "And as for our dear sweet Brian here, I think 'Brianna' or 'Brie' for short would be ideal. What do you think Brie? Isn't Brie just the PERFECT sissy name for you?" There was a slight pause while Brian's programming defeated his desired response. Then he smiled and said, "I think Brie ith a pretty name. Thank you." Jennifer clapped her hands in business-like manner. "Okay with that settled, Terrie why don't you go with Allison and Rachel here. Nate you go with Cindy and Chrissy. Brie you come with me and Laura. We'll meet in the lobby in about thirty minutes.
The three sissies were led off by their respective surrogate chambermaids. As they walked down the hall, Jennifer noticed with satisfaction that the macho male swagger so typical of college men was gone. In its place was a hilariously exaggerated swish of the hips and tush, accompanied by a limp-wristed wave of the arms that she knew would proclaim their sissiness to all the world no matter what they were wearing. Of course, they'd eventually be given an opportunity to mitigate their buffoonish caricatures through a process closer to that Laura had undergone. Meanwhile, their buffoonery was just what the doctor ordered to put the suppressed male egos of Brian and Tim in their place. Besides, either way, these sissies would drive the fairy loving Lamda Chi guys crazy with lust.
Each of the sissies was required to pick out a pair of panties and a bra to wear shopping. The girls had been instructed that the sissies could only wear bras and panties. They were not to wear skirts or other female outerwear. This posed a problem for Nattie who was all but salivating over Cindy's frilly wardrobe. Before the girls could stop him he had donned a pair of lacey pink panties and then a tiny denim mini skirt and black crop top blouse. Nattie went to the mirror and bent over at the waist. The girls laughed hysterically when Nattie squealed delightedly, "Ohhh thith thkirt is thooooo fun. Thee how the boyth can get a glimpthe of my pantieth if I bend over jutht a little! You don't think it maketh my butt look big do you?" Still laughing, the girls assured Nattie that the skirt looked adorable on her. "Don't you worry," Chrissy assured her. "The boys won't be able to get enough of that little tushy of yours!" Nattie smiled broadly. "Can't I wear thith thopping? Ppppllease!?" Cindy smiled sympathetically. "Sorry Nattie, bra and panties only. You're just going to have to get your own sexy skirt." Nattie looked crestfallen, and in a pouty voice mumbled, "Oh ... all right. If you promith to help me find a thkirt jutht like thith!" "Oh we will," Cindy and Chrissy assured the sissy, "... maybe one even shorter so the boys can't help but see your panties." Nattie clapped her hands together gleefully. "Oh, goody!" she squealed.
Meanwhile over in Allison's room, Terrie was getting fitted with her bra and panties. Terrie was not nearly as enthusiastic as Nattie, but the girls were pleased that she had selected a pretty blue padded bra with blue lace trim along the band rather than some of the plainer white ones in Allison's drawer. She was a little less comfortable with the silk tap pants that Rachel offered to go with the bra. As Allison fastened her bra, Terrie frowned at the loose fitting taps pants. "What's the matter sweetie," Rachel asked. "I think they're absolutely hot on you." Before Terrie could respond, Allison said in a scolding voice, "Rach, I really don't think Terrie is ready for tap pants. Have you forgotten about her ... uh ... unique little clitty? I really think she'd feel more comfortable in some tighter fitting panties. Wouldn't you dear?" Terrie nodded. Frowning, Rachel went and got the bikini panties that matched Terrie's bra.
Brian of course was not at all happy with what was happening to his sissy persona. Yet his screams of rage and humiliation went unheard and unheeded. Instead, Brie smiled dumbly as she was fitted with a bra and panties. Jennifer insisted that Brie try on several bras and comment on how she thought they looked on her, knowing that with each fumbling of a clasp Brian's humiliation and frustration escalated. Finally, she permitted Brie to settle on a beige Maidenform "Sweet Nothings" bra. Unfortunately, she didn't have a matching panty for the bra so she chose white bikini panties that fit very low on the hip. The panties were so diminutive they were barely able to conceal even Brie's shrunken clitty. Noticing her frown, Laura assured Brie that it was okay because no one would see her clitty ... much." Then out of nowhere, Laura said, "Brie if you don't like those panties we can find you a cute little thong to wear. The panties you're wearing are great with the sexy new low riding skirts and jeans, because they won't show. But, I know that a lot of girls find it sexy to let their panties show." Jennifer slapped her head in the universal sign of stupidity. "Laura I didn't even think of that! Brie would you like to have your panties show a little? I know the guys really find it sexy!" To Brian's internal horror, he heard Brie say demurely, "Hey Jenn leth go for it!"
When the three sissies were dressed in bras and panties, they were given back their outer boy clothes. In Nattie's case her pretty bra showed through her t-shirt to her absolute delight. Terrie's clothes were sufficiently dark and heavy to conceal the actual undergarments, but any girl would immediately recognize the subtle outlines of bra straps under his shirt. The girls got a great kick out of the way Brie's thong poked out from above her jeans. They were so disappointed when she put on her shirt and the shirt covered them over. Some of the girls urged Jen to let Brie wear a more girly top that would let her panties show as they should, but she wouldn't allow it. "Our sissies will have plenty of time to wear girly things," she said. She knew that even with her thong covered, Brie made quite an appearance and her bra was faintly visible through her shirt. Besides with their programmed exaggerated swishing, girly demeanor and adorable lisp, Jennifer knew it didn't matter what they wore. "What a sight these sissies are going to present to the unsuspecting clerks and shoppers of Westview," Jennifer thought sadistically. Smiling evilly she chirped, "Okay sissies, it's shopping time!
Chapter XI: No Turning Back
"Okay girls ... and sissies ... let's get going." Jennifer commanded, and then added disengenuously, "I want to get a jump on the crowds at the mall." Actually, getting a jump on the crowds was the last thing Jennifer wanted. In fact, with what she had planned for their three little sissies, the more the merrier.
As the girls began to head out the door, one of the KAPi sisters came rushing in with the morning's local newspaper. "Hey guys, look at this!" she shouted breathlessly. She was holding up the paper that proclaimed "REYERSON HEIR DEAD IN CAR CRASH!" The story read:
Laurence Malcolm Reyerson, heir to the vast Reyerson Industries fortune, was killed last night when his late-model Lexus left the road at Stinson Boulevard and State Street and hit a tree. The car appeared to be traveling at a high rate of speed when Mr. Reyerson lost control of the vehicle. Tests revealed that Mr. Reyerson's blood alcohol level was four times the legal limit at the time of the accident. Malcolm Reyerson told the Tucker Sentinel that he was devastated by his son's untimely death and blamed the pressures of starting a new school for his son's drinking. Mr. Reyerson has announced that he is donating $70 million dollars to Tucker College to build a new women's sports complex in memory of his son. James P. Strockton IV, current president of Lamda Chi fraternity, told the Sentinel that they were shocked and dismayed at the accident and its apparent cause. Mr. Strockton said that Lamda Chi had just been prepared to announce Larry Reyerson as the fourth generation of Reyersons to be admitted to the prestigious fraternity. Mr. Reyerson's mother, also a Tucker College alumni, passed away of unexplained causes just a year and a half ago.
There was silence when Jennifer finished reading the story. A couple of the girls had a few tears in their eyes. They all turned when Laura said softly, "That poor boy. Wasn't he the good looking golfer in the fancy car?" The girls weren't sure how to respond, but Jennifer simply said, "Yeah." Laura shook her head. "Too bad, I was hoping to play golf with him. I always thought he was so hot!" Jennifer looked at Laura with a strange sense of sadness, humor and resignation. "What's done is done," she thought. Turning back to the paper she grew angry as she wondered, "Whom did Reyerson put in his son's car? I sure hope he was already dead!" She grimaced as she contemplated the unthinkable possibility that she and her sorority sisters might be unwitting accomplices to an innocent boy's death.
Jennifer and Laura led Brie and the other sissies to a large pink mini-bus. KAPi House had purchased the mini-bus just last year as a convenience, so that the sisters could go shopping and to social events as a group, rather than taking a bunch of cars. The mini-bus was luxuriously decked out inside, with hidden mirrors everywhere so the girls could freshen their makeup on the way to their destination. Several of the rear seats even folded down to make four quite comfortable beds. Needless to say the mini-bus was always a welcomed sight at frat functions. It could hold twenty girls comfortably and that was usually more than sufficient for the types of excursions it was used for.
Today, however, the mini-bus just couldn't hold all the girls who wanted to participate in the day's events. Besides the three sissies, Jennifer and the KAPi House leadership, the mini-bus could only hold ten more girls. A lottery of sorts had been conducted to determine who the lucky riders would be. The others formed groups to ride separately. It was quite the procession that headed out of the KAPi House driveway. One might have thought it was a funeral, if it weren't for the pink mini-bus leading it. For Brie and Terrie, or more accurately the mental energy that used to be Brian and Tim, the ride had every bit the feel of a funeral. Only Nattie was bubbling with excitement, eager to find herself a sexy denim skirt!
Chapter XII: A Brave New World!
The entourage arrived at Westview Mall about twenty minutes later. Jennifer, Laura and the other KAPis left the mini-bus with an air of anticipation. Although Laura had not actually experienced a sissy shopping excursion, memories had been implanted. Those memories told her that it was always an adventure when taking sissies shopping, because you never knew what was going to happen. Standing still and from a distance, the sissies looked like regular guys. It was only when one got closer and noticed the faintly visible bra straps under their shirts that you began to wonder. Then when they began to walk with their rolling hips and flopping wrists and opened their mouths with their falsetto lisps their true sissiness became evident. Although the sissies were programmed to be sissies and could in no way circumvent that programming, they were not programmed specifically in how to act or what to say. A couple of stores had personnel who were KAPi sisters who could be trusted to go along with whatever their sisters had in mind for the sissies. But generally, there was no way to predict how a store's patrons or sales personnel would react when they discovered three sissy boys out shopping for frilly undies, dresses or skirts. The uncertainty, anticipation and risk combined to give everyone a rush as Jennifer led the three sissies into their first stop: "Top Drawer," an upscale lingerie store.
Top Drawer was the ideal shop for the new KAPi sissies to purchase their first girly undies for several reasons. Top Drawer was the most upscale and popular lingerie boutique in the area, far outselling even Victoria's Secret. As a result it had a remarkably diverse clientele, ranging from the older ladies with special fitting needs, to the stay at home moms looking for something to spice up their sex life, to college coeds, to giddy teenaged girls looking for their first bras or totally impractical panties. The shear diversity of the females with whom the sissies would come in contact assured a most entertaining shopping experience (at least for the vengeful KAPi girls). This assurance was buttressed by the fact that the proprietor of the boutique, Sandra Colemire, was a Tucker grad and KAPi sister who had helped KAPi House deal with sissies on several occasions. She was always most cooperative, especially when one of her customers took exception to sissies in her establishment. Perhaps most important, however, was the quality and variety of the lingerie Top Drawer sold. Top Drawer was known to carry everything from the most basic sports bras and panties to the frilliest imported French tap pants and camisoles to the naughtiest "bedroom ensembles," consisting of matching demi bras, crotchless panties and lacey garter belts with stockings.
It was always fun to watch the sissies' reaction to the kaleidoscopic colors of panties and bras that assaulted their senses upon first entering this most feminine lingerie emporium and how they shivered when touching their first pair of silky and often diaphanous panties. For those "in the know" there was also the added exquisite, albeit sadistic, pleasure of knowing that while the sissies were thrilled at exploring this shrine to muliebrity their suppressed male psyches were in the worst macho hell imaginable. Knowing this the KAPis waited for the sissies to make their way into Top Drawer first before following.
As might be expected, Nattie almost bounded into the shop, like a child rushing down the stairs on Christmas morning to see what Santa brought. Brian and Tim were screaming for their bodies to turn and run. All they accomplished, however, was to instill the slightest hesitation in Brie and Terrie's steps that an observer would easily mistake for awe or fascination more than reluctance. Indeed, although they were a bit more restrained than Nattie, Brie and Terrie were every bit as enticed by the allure of the rainbow of bras neatly hanging on frilly padded hangers, and the tables filled with stacks of neatly folded panties. Small jars of fragrant potpourri scattered throughout the boutique added to the uniquely feminine environment.
The sissies' programming did not permit self-consciousness. Nor did it instruct them in the proper way to shop for lingerie. The result was a hilarious display of behavior that would certainly have humiliated any guy. Nattie for instance couldn't help herself. Seeing a table of brightly colored panties on sale for "3 for $25.00", she rushed over and began rummaging through them, oblivious to such incidental considerations as what size she wore. She picked up a tiny pink thong, clearly too small for her, and without a second thought held it to her waist right in front of everyone. In a voice that resounded throughout the usually quiet confines of the boutique, she said excitedly, "Hey Brie and Terri do you think thith would look cute on me?" The nearby KAPis conspicuously snickered, but didn't interfere.
Terri meanwhile had been attracted to a pretty multi-colored strapless bra. Like Nattie, she knew nothing about lingerie etiquette. She had grabbed the pretty bra and was trying to fasten it over her t-shirt presumably to check the fit. Upon hearing Nattie, she looked over and smiled sweetly. "Oh Nattie that ith thoooo you! Ith's thcrumpthouth! What do you think of thith bra? Ithn't it pretty?" Brian and Tim knew how ridiculous they must look, but Brie and Terrie were oblivious. As far as they were concerned it was perfectly natural for two sissies to be excited over shopping for girly underwear. They had nothing to hide, and no reason to stifle their excitement over their first shopping trip.
Their excitement did not escape the notice of the other shoppers. Their voices sounded for all the world like three young girls shopping for their first bras. Had the sissies looked even a little like girls, those in the boutique would probably have just smiled and gone on with their shopping. Three boys trying on bras and holding panties to their waists right out in the open, however, couldn't help but draw attention. Two young girls who were shopping for bras of their own looked up in shock upon noticing Brie trying on a bra out in the open in the same manner as Terrie. The KAPis recognized the two girls as being among the freshmen rushes. They stood out because they had actually chosen to join a different sorority despite an invitation to join KAPi. That did not happen often.
For several moments the two girls gaped at the frolicking sissies. Then breaking out into uncontrolled giggles, the cute blond haired girl dragged her friend closer to the spectacle. "Uh, excuse me," she began tentatively, "That's ... (giggle) ... not ... (giggle) ... the best way to try on a bra!" The girl looked at Brian more closely and then exclaimed, "Hey ... I know you. You're Brian ... Brian Wortman!" She looked over at Terri and Nattie who was still holding the tiny thong. "And that's ... oh ... uh ... Ter ... no ... Tim ... Tim Sandrell and that's Nate Tucker!" Turning to her friend, she squealed excitedly, "Don't you remember, Steph? We met them at the Lamda Chi and KAPi rush mixer a couple of weeks ago!" She returned her attention to the sissies. "So what gives Brian?" Brie looked at her quizzically as though she was trying to place the speaker (this hesitation was actually the effect of another subconscious emotional outburst by Brian that did not go unnoticed by Jennifer who was close enough to perceive it). Then, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, Brie answered, "Oh, hi Tina. Hi Thteph. Pleath call me Brie. Ith a muth prethier name. My friendth and I are jutht out thopping for thum cute undieth. What da ya think of thith bra? Ithn't pretty on me?"
Stephanie and Tina didn't know what to say. They just stood gawking at the spectacle in front of them trying to figure out if it was some kind of joke. Finally, Tina couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter joined by Stephanie. This confrontation was more than Brian could take and he mentally fainted, leaving his sissy persona temporarily unfettered. Brie stood there stupidly not understanding why the girls would be laughing. "Whath the matter Tina? Don't you think thith bra ith pretty on me?" Tears began to well up in the sissy's eyes when the girls laughed all the harder. "Common guys!" Tina managed to stammer while wiping away tears of laughter. "What gives? Did the Lamda Chis or KAPis put you up to this?" The three sissies looked at each other with genuinely puzzled expressions. "Put uth up to what?" Brie responded for the group, "We're juth thopping for thum brath and pantieth. Then we're going to look for a cute dreth for the danth coming up at Lamda Chi. You're going aren't you?"
By this time several other patrons had gathered around the strange sight. Those who had just been snickering at the spectacle burst into laughter at Brie's comment. A few stormed out of the store with disgusted looks. Tina's face suddenly lit up as though a light bulb had gone off in her mind. Between laughing gasps, she bellowed, "My gawd ... I ... I'd never have believed it! I've read about ... uh ... people like you, but I never thought I'd see a real live sissy and here we have THREE!" Tina shot Brie a questioning look. "That IS what you are, isn't it ... sissies?" Not even Brie's programming could prompt her to respond, but Nattie, who by now had found a bra and panty set that she adored, hardly even hesitated. "Thath right, Tina," she replied matter-of-factly and then added, "Thath' a thrumptiouth bra you're holding. Where'd you find it? What do you think of thethe pantieth. Aren't they juth the naughtieth!"
The onlookers again burst into laughter, but before Tina could answer, Sandra Colemire, the storeowner walked up with Jennifer and Laura following closely behind. "What on earth is going on here?" she asked in a tone that suggested she knew full well what was happening. Upon seeing Terrie and Brie proudly wearing their bras over their shirts, and Nattie still holding onto her "adorable pink thong," Ms. Colemire almost burst into laughter. Her experience in similar situations in the past, however, led her to take a different tact. "Oh my," she exclaimed, slapping her hands against her cheeks in feigned surprise. "How cute ... three sissies! Now what's this I hear about you wanting to buy some bras and panties?" "Thath right mith," Brie lisped. "We don't have any of our own. We had to borrow thome from the KAPis." At this, amidst snickers and giggles Jennifer proceeded to tell everyone how they had caught these three guys sneaking into KAPi House to steal panties and how they had thought they were panty thieves, until they discovered that they were sissies looking for panties of their own to wear. Conveniently omitting any mention of the reprogramming, Jennifer continued, "Well, when we learned that the poor dears were looking for panties of their own we just HAD to help them. We also learned that they would love to attend the Lamda Chi coming out dance that's coming up. So we also offered to help the sweeties find cute dresses to wear."
Sandra looked the sissies over and struggled to keep from joining the laughter. She looked around at the gathered customers and spoke in a loud voice. "Ladies, if you didn't hear, these three sissies are looking for some cute undies of their own and a dress for a dance. I know it's a bit irregular, but do any of you mind if I help them?" "Only if we can help!" one of the girls shouted out, bringing another round of laughter. Another girl chimed in, "Go ahead, Sandra. From the looks of it the sissies need all the help they can get!" In her sulphitic manner, Nattie was hopping up and down and clapping her hands in glee. "Ohhh goody!" she squealed, and then in a not too hushed tone said to Sandra, "I want thomething really thexy ... thothe Lamda guyth are real hunkth you know!"
Despite her training and experience Sandra couldn't help joining in the raucous laughter engendered by Nattie's enthusiastic motive. Sandra had seen the likes of Brie and Terri before: two outwardly flighty sissies whose former jerky male personas were still active within their subconscious and were desperately trying to reassert control over their bodies. Yet, she had never encountered someone like Nattie: a TRUE sissy discovering herself for the very first time. Notwithstanding her ridiculous appearance, there was something enchanting about Nattie's innocence and almost teenaged desperation to want to look pretty and sexy for boys. In the same way that she always loved helping a young girl select her first training bra, she found herself WANTING to help this excited little sissy. She flashed Nattie a genuine smile, "Well sweetie, we'll just have to find you some really NAUGHTY panties then. Won't we?" Then turning to Brie and Terri, she said with just a hint of viciousness, "Oh, and I bet you two would like some really, really pretty panties to show the boys too!" Oblivious to the mockery in Sandra's tone, Brie and Terrie responded in unison, "Yeth pleath!"
Sandra waited for several moments while the laughter subsided to manageable levels. Having sized up the three sissies (no pun intended), she decided that it would be much more fun to concentrate on Brie and Terrie. As much as she would have liked to help Nattie personally, she knew that Nattie was such a true sissy that helping her, while rewarding, would be little different than helping any other girl looking for underwear. Brie and Terrie, however, were a different matter. Knowing the inner conflict those two were experiencing appealed to Sandra's darker side, a side reserved for all men ever since that disgusting and uninvited episode under the bleachers with the football team her junior year in high school. She had learned then that men were arrogant, self-possessed swine who believed they could get away with anything as far as women were concerned. Her high school trauma blinded her to the possibility of exceptions; if the males inside Brie and Terrie hadn't raped some poor girl yet, they would eventually, or so Sandra's tormented past believed. Thus, as far as Sandra was concerned, those personas were deserving of punishment. They must be put to death so that the adorable featherbrained Brie and Terrie could explore their true sissy natures as free and unhindered as Nattie. She took perverse pleasure in knowing that deep within these bubbly personalities, two guys were being mentally raped, desperately screaming "NO" while being forced to do horrible things they didn't want to do, just like she had been forced to do ugly things she hadn't wanted to do under those bleachers so long ago....
Sandra cleared her head of the unwanted flashback and said cheerfully to one of her assistants, "Kathy why don't you help Nattie and I'll help these two. I think we should start by getting them a fitting room and measuring them." "Okay Sandi," the young assistant said, happy to have been selected to participate in this most unique situation.
Chapter XIII: Old World Meets New World
Sandra and Kathy led Brie, Terri and Nattie to the fitting rooms, the sanctum sanctorum of women's fashion, a place where male intrusion was deemed the ultimate sacrilege. The dressing area was a large rectangular space plainly decorated, but brightly lit. Along two walls were rows of cubicles with louvered doors for privacy. The doors only came down about three quarters of the way to the floor and you could see naked calves and ankles
underneath a couple of them. Separating the two rows was a large three-way mirror that provided a girl a variety of angles from which to evaluate the fit and effect of her selections. The placement of the mirror allowed for a spacious communal space that was often used by the gaggles of teenaged girls who descended on Top Drawer in search of underwear and the camaraderie of exchanging self-critical appraisals of each others' boobs and butts while modeling the latest bras and panties in the communal setting.
So many customers wanted to "help" that Sandra had to restrict access to the dressing area only to those who were trying something on. Disappointed, the shoppers went back to their shopping trying not to stray too far from the dressing area in case something exciting happened. The interlopers had to take turns eavesdropping on the proceedings. One enterprising girl used her video cell phone to call her girlfriend in the shop and broadcast the flocking process. Little coveys of chattering girls took turns looking over the girl's shoulder at the grainy images being broadcast from the dressing room.
Kathy took Nattie to one of the cubicles, but Sandra kept Brie and Terrie in the common space. "Okay sissies, off with those clothes," she commanded. Brie and Terrie were shaking as they robotically began shredding their boy clothes to reveal what was underneath. "Oh how adorable, Terrie," Sandra commented mockingly when she saw Terrie's pretty blue bra and panties. "I see you like pretty lace." Looking down at Brie's panties, she chided, "My, my what an adorable thong Brie. You must have the TINIEST LITTLE sissy clitty to wear a thong like that!" Her tone and comments were completely lost on Terrie and Brie. She knew, however, in fact counted on the fact, that Tim and Brian were being tortured and that each time Terrie and Brie trumped the will of Tim and Brian those male personas drew closer to the precipice of total oblivion.
Sandra ran a tape measure underneath Brie's rib cage and then over the fullest part of her bra cups. "Umm," she said doing some quick math in her head. "I'd say you're probably a 36AA. Kinda small for a sissy your age." She repeated the process on Terri and pronounced her to be also to be a 36AA. "You sissies are both way too small for girls your age, and those bras you're wearing aren't the right size at all! I'm afraid you're just going to have to stick with padded bras... unless ..."
Before she could finish, an older lady stepped out of one of the cubicles where she had been trying on bras. She had missed all the excitement on the store floor and was unaware of the unique visitors to the dressing room. Holding an ugly "granny" bra she was commenting to a sales associate absently, "This one seems to fit okay, but I really need something with a little more sup ...." She never finished her sentence. Seeing the sissies standing there in bras and panties, her eyes grew large and she began sputtering. "Wha ... wha ... what's the meaning of ... of this?! What are those ... those ... BOYS doing in a ladies' dressing room ... and wearing girls' underwear of all things?!"
Sandra looked at the lady with professional concern. "Mrs. Harrington, I'm SO sorry! I forgot you were in there. This is Brian Wortman, but he prefers to be called Brie and this is Tim Sandrell, but he prefers to be called Terri. They're sissies who are shopping for some bras and panties. I asked all the customers if it was okay to help them and they all said yes. I just didn't realize someone was in the dressing area. I apologize!" The old lady continued to bluster. "WELL! I WOULD THINK SO!" she huffed. "Imagine letting boys in a women's dressing room! WHATEVER were you thinking! Why ... why ... I could've been ... indecent!" Jennifer giggled and whispered to Laura, "Now there's a scary thought!" Both girls snickered and Sandra shot them a dirty look. She was trying to save a customer!
She looked at the woman warmly. "Now Mrs. Harrington, as I said, these aren't boys ... well not really. They're sissies. They're almost like girls and they like girly things. Isn't that right dears?" she asked. The looks on the two sissies' faces were priceless. They didn't have a clue as to why this lady was so upset. They were only trying to buy some pretty underwear. Their programming told them that it was perfectly natural for sissies to love pretty things, especially sexy bras and panties. In their reformed minds they believed they had every right to be in here trying things on. There was nothing at all to be ashamed of ... no reason to be apologetic ... no reason at all! "Thath right Thandra," they responded in unison. Smiling, Sandra continued. "See, they're no more harmful than a couple of twelve year old girls trying on bras for the first time. If you need privacy you know our fitting cubicles are plenty spacious and our assistants will help you any way they can." Mrs. Harrington was not mollified. "Well, I ... I'm afraid that ... is just ... not good enough! I simply will not have boys ... sissies or not ... in a room where I am trying on ... well ... unmentionables!" The other women and girls in the fitting area were rolling their eyes at the antiquated prudishness of the old hag. "If those ... those ... sissies do not leave at ONCE, I WILL!" Sandra shook her head, "I'm afraid I can't do that, Mrs. Harrington. I agreed to help these sweet things find some pretty bras and panties of their own and I have to keep that promise. Perhaps you can come back another time. If you stop at the check out counter Margaret will give you a rain check on the sale prices and a $50 gift certificate good on any purchase. Mrs. Harrington was still not entirely happy, but with the mention of a free gift certificate she huffed away.
Just before she left the dressing room, Mrs. Harrington whirled around and stared at the two sissies more closely. "Wortman ... Wortman ... I KNOW that name! Are you related to Elias Wortman?" Brie's eyes grew large and fearful, but she had to answer and could not lie. "Ya ... ya ... yes." Turning to Terri she said, "And I just bet you're related to Cynthia Thompson-Sandrell aren't you?" Terri's eyes also grew large as she mumbled reluctantly, "She ... she's my mom." The woman's haughty demeanor returned. "Elias and Cynthia are on the art museum's Board of Directors with me. They've often mentioned their sons and boasted of their athletic prowess. I bet they don't have a clue that their precious jocks are just a couple of sissies. Wait till I tell them that I saw their sons trying on bras in a ladies' dressing room!" With that she stormed out of the dressing room with an arrogant and triumphant gait.
Chapter XIV: Real Top Drawer Girls
With the distraction gone, Sandra returned her attention to her little sissies. Despite having apparently stood up for them, there was a triumphant hardness to her eyes as she looked them over. She knew that with their programming they would have eventually proudly swished their way home and declared their sissiness to their parents as though that had been their state all along. What gave her such a sadistic thrill, however, was that she knew that, given their social positions, neither family, especially the fathers, could ever, would ever, accept their sons as sissies. It was unfortunate that she had to possibly lose a valued customer, but Sandra knew that, as soon as Mrs. Harrington made a couple of phone calls, for all practical purposes Brie would no longer be a "Wortman" and Terri would no longer be a "Sandrell." Brian and Tim were equally aware of the significance of what had just transpired. Sandra and Jennifer exchanged satisfied glances. A primary goal of the KAPi revenge had been achieved far ahead of schedule.
The two women relished their victory for a few moments before returning to the immediate business at hand. "Jennifer, Brie should wear size 6 panties and Terri is a petite size 5. Do you and your friends want to look around for some panties for them? Meanwhile, I'll see what I can find in 36AA bras for them to try on."
Jennifer and Laura scurried out of the dressing area and gathered a few girls to go on a panty hunt. The girls attacked their quest with relish and occasionally silliness. One girl donned a pair of plain brief panties over her blue jeans and squealed in mock seriousness for all the store to hear, "Wouldn't these look adorable on them!?" Everyone laughed and Jennifer chided the would-be model, "Katie, common! Get serious. They're sissies not grannies!" Another girl chimed in, "Hey Katie why don't you leave them at the counter for that Henderson bitch. They're right up her ally!" Those in the store who had witnessed the exchange between Sandra and Mrs. Henderson laughed.
The girls continued their quest for the perfect panties for several more minutes before returning to the dressing room with armloads of panties in every imaginable color and style. One group of girls found themselves near the shapewear. Without any sense of decorum one of them shouted out, "Hey Sandra do you think the sissies could use some shapewear?" Sandra, who was still searching for bras shouted back, "Oh! Of course! If the sissies are going to fit into slinky little dresses for that dance, they're going to want to have waspish little waists like the other girls. Try the Flexees panty with the waist nipper. I think a medium will do fine."
Once a sufficient collection of panties and other garments was collected, the poor sissies were required to model every one. Of course, the sissies had not been trained in how a proper sissy puts on panties and they approached the act with uninformed directness. Consequently, Terrie never gave her sissy clitty a second thought as she slipped into an adorably skimpy thong. Seeing Terrie's sissy clit sticking out of her panties, Sandra shook her head disapprovingly. "A proper sissy just doesn't allow her clitty to be exposed like that in her panties!" she scolded. "Here, let me show you."
She walked over to Brie who had slipped into pretty powder blue string bikini panties. She lowered Brie's panties and, far from gently, pushed her shrunken balls up into her body. Reaching behind she roughly grabbed Brie's sissy clitty and yanked it back between her legs causing her to utter a little yelp. Sandra then raised her panties and admired the effect. Sandra knew that the treatment the sissies had received at KAPi House would soon do away with the testicle issue and the clitties themselves would continue to atrophy to almost nothing. Still she was surprised at how small their clitties were already, and was pleasantly amazed with the way Brie's panties fit even at this early stage. Standing up she asked rhetorically, "There, isn't that much better, Brie? See how your panties fit smoothly, almost like a real girl ... exactly like a sissy should look ... ALMOST ... like a real girl."
Brie and Terri had to endure another forty minutes of trying on various panties, before they each had two dozen pairs that Sandra, Jennifer and Laura thought were suitable. Then Sandra turned her attention to bras. She began with Terri this time. For her figure, she chose a Playtex Nearly A padded bra. It was designed for everyday wear with seamless padded cups that wouldn't show through tight sweaters. A delicate lace band made it a pretty bra, although it fell well short of being truly sexy. The bra was a perfect fit and gave Terri at least the appearance of having her own boobs. The spectators giggled when Terri shyly placed her hands on the cups of her new bra as though feeling her breasts. She had a delighted smile on her face just like any young girl getting her first bra. "Isn't it pretty sweetie?" Sandra asked. "Ooo yeth it ith!" Terri lisped in response. "I bet you'd like to have some bigger boobs to fill your bra some day wouldn't you?" Terri blushed but nearly whispered, "Oooo yeth. I'd really luvth that? Boys wruv girlth with pretty boobieth!"
Sandra then turned her attention to Brie. "I think our little Brie here needs to make more of a statement," she said picking up a bright red Olga petite bra. "I think this'll do so nicely. Red is such a sexy color on a girl and especially on a pretty sissy." Brie passively held out her arms to permit Sandra to guide the straps over her shoulders and then turned without being asked so that Sandra could fasten the bra in back. With the comforting constriction of her first bra, Brie's programming took over and her little clitty began to twitch. Of course it was impossible for Brie or any of the sissies to actually have an erection, but suddenly Brie was very ... well ... horny.
Whatever the former Brian Wortman and Tim Sandrell were feeling inside (disgust most likely) their sissy alter egos were in seventh heaven. They paraded in front of the mirror turning this way and that, trying to see themselves in their new bras from every conceivable angle. Sandra put the sissies through the same exercises she would put any other girl to make sure the bra "moved well" with them and fit properly. In the midst of these exercises three out of town girls who had been trying on swimsuits came out of the cubicles. Upon seeing the two sissies prancing in front of the mirror, they rushed back to their cubes and grabbed their digital cameras. For several more minutes they asked Brie and Terri to strike various sexy poses so they could take some pictures. To everyone's delight, both sissies couldn't seem to get enough of the attention. Of course, neither sissy realized that Jennifer would receive copies of the photos that would be very handy in convincing the sissy's parents that Mrs. Henderson wasn't lying when she told them about their sissy sons' visit to the ladies' dressing room at Top Drawer.
While Brie and Terri were experiencing the torment of split personalities, Nattie was having the time of her life. It took Nattie longer to select her panties simply because she wanted all of them. It seemed Nattie was constantly going in and out of her cubicle wearing a different pair of panties or trying a different bra. Kathy was always there offering encouraging comments about Nattie's selections. Once Nattie came rushing out of her cubicle in the prettiest natural cup bra and pale blue panties. "See what I told you?" Kathy said as Nattie admired herself in the mirror. "The turquoise in the panties brings out the same color in the bra and the trim on the panties is the same background color as the bra." She walked around the Voguing Nattie. "I love the way those panties fit you sweetie, but are you sure you wouldn't prefer a padded bra?" Nattie stopped her posing and looked squarely at Kathy. "No, no, no," she said. "I told you! I want to be a nathural girl. I want the guyth to like me for ME, not thome rubber or thilicone! I think thith bra ith pretty. Oneth I thart hormoneth my boobieth will get bigger. I can wait. Bethideth thith ith an everyday bra. You know we already picked out what I would like to wear to the danth. Can we try that on now?" Those who were observing this exchange giggled at Nattie's insistence on being a "natural girl", even Brie and Terri couldn't help but snicker. Kathy also was giggling, "Okay you darling you. Let's give these girls a real show."
Nattie and Kathy returned to her cubicle. Meanwhile, Jennifer and Laura had gone quietly among their business of selecting a proper new wardrobe for Laura. There wasn't as much fan fare as was associated with the three sissies, but girls love to shop for sexy things just as much as sissies -- Laura was no exception. She too had a hard time choosing among the many pretty colors and styles of bras. Her search was hampered somewhat by the store policy that allowed a girl to bring only four items into the dressing room at one time. Sandra was apparently willing to make a unique exception for the three sissies, but Laura was a girl, and subject to the same rules as the other girls.
After letting Laura try on dozens of sexy, if not down right exotic, bras and panties, Jennifer quietly and gently reminded her that a girl needs every day undies too. "Here," she said, handing Laura a simple white bra. "Let's see how this looks on you. I'm going to try this one." The two girls went into the changing cubicle to try the bras. "Gawd you have cute boobs," Jennifer said as Laura slipped into her bra. "That bra really fits you well. I'd die for cleavage like that!" Laura blushed. Her implanted memories told her that she had always been proud of her breasts; they might be just barely a 36C but they were firm and perfectly formed, with large pert nipples. They were breasts God made for babies to suck ... whatever their age! She also remembered, however, that she had quickly learned that if she was going to have any friends, she had to let others notice her boobies rather than call attention to them herself. "I think you have cute boobies too, Jen!" Laura replied sincerely. Staring at each other's breasts straining the nylon cups of their everyday bras the girls began getting horny, Laura especially. They saw it in each others' eyes. Then, just as they moved toward one another, they heard through the door, "Ta da!" It was Nattie.
Still dressed only in their bras and denim skirts, Laura and Jen hurried out of their cubicle to see Nattie decked out in a bright red jacquard print strapless corset and matching thong panties. She had done a masterful job of tucking her sissy clitty between her legs in the thong panties in such a way as to create not too noticeable a bulge but also making sure it did not stick out in the back. Although she wasn't exactly Dolly Parton or Julia Roberts for that matter, the tight fitting corset did compress Nattie's chest so as to create at least the impression of a natural girlish bosom while also constricting her already thin waist into a sexy waspish shape. The mouths of every girl and sissy in the room dropped as Nattie pranced over to the mirror with her sissy bottom sashaying, like she was a red light district princess. She was altogether enchanting and almost irresistibly sexy.
Some of the girls let out cat whistles, some applauded while others uttered a variety of bawdy comments more suitable for a bachelorette party. Nattie was not the least bit embarrassed by this raucous show of female support. Laura's mouth fell open in awe at the vision before her. "Could a sissy really be that poised, confident and alluring?" she thought. She had an almost instantaneous and unexplainable affinity for the prancing sissy that she couldn't explain. It did little to assuage Laura's already building horniness. She heard herself murmur in a breathy, almost reverent tone, "Nattie you're soooo sexy!" Laura's obvious infatuation with the sissy made Jennifer a little jealous. Still, she flashed Nattie a huge congratulatory smile with a thumb's up. Nattie ate it up. Pirouetting in front of the mirror she said, "Ithn't it juth dreamy! Thee Kathy, natural ith better!" Laughing, one of the girls shouted out, "Nattie, the boys are going to eat you alive!" Nattie laughed and winked naughtily at them. "I hope tho. Thath the whole point! Ithn't it?" Her momentary jealousy gone, Jennifer joined in the cheerful good hearted banter. "My gawd! We've created a sex monster!" she quipped. "Look out Lamda Chi!"
All too soon for Sandra, the KAPi girls ... and of course Nattie, the lingerie shopping spree had to come to an end. Sandra's assistants began gathering the sissies' purchases together to begin the arduous task of checking out. Each sissy had at least 24 pairs of panties, two padded panties with waist nippers, seven "everyday bras", 3 sports bras and 2 "special occasion" convertible bras. On top of these basics were full slips, short slips, 3 camisoles each, two garter-belts ... and ... of course ... Nattie's startling red corset and panty set.
Before she completed the process of tallying the total, Sandra looked up, winked at Jennifer and then addressed her new sissy customers. "Uh ... girls ... we happen to be running a special promotion this month. You can get an extra 10% off your purchase today if you will wear our t-shirt." Playing along, Jennifer clapped her hands. "Sandra you're still doing that? I love those t-shirts! All the girls are after them! Brie, Terri and Nattie you JUST HAVE to have one! They're perfect for sissies!" The three sissies looked at each other uncertainly, but at the mention of being perfect for sissies they quite literally couldn't say no. "Great!" Sandra said, reaching below the counter and picking up three t-shirts. Let's just go put these on, shall we?" She took the sissies back to the dressing room while her assistant completed the transaction. Jennifer had them put it on KAPi House's tab courtesy of Malcolm Reyerson's largesse.
Several moments later, the three sissies emerged from the dressing room each wearing their new t-shirts. The sissies were absolutely thrilled. Jennifer knew, however, that the remains of the male personas that had been Brian and Tim were anything but thrilled. The t-shirts were tight fitting so they enhanced the effect of the new padded bras each of the sissies was wearing. Added to this embarrassment was the fact that the t-shirts were sleeveless and made of thin material. It was easy to tell from some distance that the sissies were wearing bras, especially when their bra straps slipped out from beneath the t-shirt for all the world to see. Brian had the added embarrassment of knowing that the t-shirt fell to a girl's natural waistline. As a result, the thong that had been concealed under Brian's old shirt was now clearly on display. But the crème de la crème was the pink storybook lettering scrolled across their padded chests that proclaimed: IT'S GREAT TO BE A TOP DRAWER GIRL! The KAPi girls couldn't help but giggle at the three sissies who were now absolutely certain to draw a crowd when they left to go dress shopping.
To Be Continue In Part IV
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