I think here we go again, but it's my maiden effort on BC. I hope it goes well and I do not screw up...here's my story.

Some boys simply are sissies. This is the story of one of them. It is not a story of discovery, although there is much of that, but rather a tale of a lovely boy's trip to self-realization, albeit a tad 'forced.' If lots of frilly sissy boy and girl outfits, super swishy behavior and a little sex, not to mention dominate women, are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway.

It is also a purely fanciful, fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated R, but future chapters may be rated X. Please be of appropriate age or be gone! Sissy sex will occur.

Sissy Julian
Chapter I — Beginnings
by sissystevie

Late Saturday afternoon westbound traffic was light as the powerful black Audi A-8L effortlessly traversed the Hudson River at Tarrytown, New York. The early June sun remained strong, causing the driver to adjust her visor and don aviator sunglasses. In another twelve miles Interstate 87 would turn due north, and the setting sun would no longer be a significant factor.

They would remain on I-87 for another 250 miles until they were in the high peaks region of the Adirondack Mountains. "About three hours," the driver mentally calculated as she cleared the Tappan Zee Bridge and eased into her standard cruising speed of 85.

She briefly looked over at her new charge. The sedative was taking effect. He was beginning to drowse off. Nothing had been said since they left the wedding reception, each choosing to keep his or her own counsel. "Better he sleeps," she thought, "today was a sea change for the poor boy - and he only thinks it was about his mother remarrying and wearing that outfit!"

As the young boy's head nodded forward and then backward to settle against the leather headrest, she again stole a quick glance at him.
"He is simply beautiful," she marveled. "And more girlish than my own daughter - long legs crossed, slender arms limp in almost ballerina-like pose. His flaxen, chin-length hair with natural curls, impossibly long eyelashes, soft hairless skin, high cheekbones, long thin neck and innocent blue eyes are all flawless!"

Never has she seen such a perfect sissy, let alone one as nerve throbbingly beautiful. "It's amazing that he just turned eighteen. He looks fourteen or younger," she marveled to herself.

"The best part is that it's all so natural. He even carried off the milksop wedding outfit we had insisted he wear as the flower boy - although the silk knickers and camisole did seem to create some predictably pronounced points both whilst we dressed him and then periodically during the wedding.

"They all are so very alike, really!"

His outfit was the perfect start for his new life. It began with baby blue patent leather maryjanes with two-inch heels and white silk knee hose with blue bows. A white round Pen Pan collared, sheer pin-point cotton blouse with large blue bow in front was under a pale blue and white thin cord cotton Eton jacket and matching side-buttoning shorts. The matching blue sash about his wispy waist added just the perfect touch. Light frosted white nail polish, matching makeup, little white lace gloves and a darling blue and white small three inch white hair bow finished his outfit.

"What fun I shall have this summer!" she sighed. "And he thinks this little get-up was extreme!"

The small, but sharp bulge in his shorts confirmed everything she already knew.

"This new radar/laser protection suite better work," she thought as the speedometer's needle edged past 100 as she entered the Catskills' region heading north. "When I get north of Albany I can really let my little black baby run!"

*****

Julian Beauchaps Saint Ambrose slowly awoke. The last thing he remembered was riding north on the New York Thruway in his new Aunty Jane's sedan at a frighteningly high rate of speed. The vivid dreams he had during the night were at once troubling and highly erotic. To please Mummy he had worn the flower boy outfit at the wedding. Well, actually he had little choice in the matter after his little 'embarrassment.'

The fact of the matter was that he had been so preoccupied with constant erections that he had to relieve himself three times during the wedding day. The 'pointed popsie' issue so overtook him that his very public debut in such an obvious sissy outfit seemed secondary. And the sensations in his nipples were another whole trip. Anyway, everyone seemed to fawn over him and compliment his outfit as being 'so adorably appropriate.'

In the meantime, his bed and silk chemise nightie felt so yummy. Later he would deal with these 'changes in circumstances,' as Mummy put it.

*****

Miss Jane Elizabeth Bichier sipped her morning tea as she watched the laptop's monitor showing the lovely young sissy nestled in his soft bed linens and calculated that he would rest for another hour or so. It was time to prepare. She pulled the long satin sash next to her bed to summon her maid and made her way to the en suite loo. A most eventful day was about to begin.

*****

"Are we completely ready? I do not wish to loose the momentum of yesterday and his separation anxiety from his mother," Miss Jane said to her maid, the perfectly turned out Giselle.

"Non, non, Madame, all is ready." the comely Giselle protested. "Oui, Madame, all you have to do is walk into his room and let 'le magique' work! I will arrive upon your signal. The rest will be, as they say, 'histoire.'"

Miss Jane took a final look at her image in the long wardrobe mirror and was entirely pleased. At forty-something she still cut a most impressive, if not imposing, presence. Everything was perfect for sissy seduction. Her willowy five foot, ten inch frame was clad in summery Victorian splendor: a long grey silk dirndl skirt with coral cummerbund and matching sheer blouse with mutton sleeves. Five inch silk French-style heels and sheer white nylons complimented her perfectly manicured coral pink nails and lipstick and carefully coiffed Gibson Girl-styled silver hair. As she moved, the sheer silk-taffeta petticoat under her skirt together with her silk blouse and fine French lace lingerie made the most delightful, and seductive, swishing sound.

Miss Jane Elizabeth Bichier was very much up to task at hand.

*****

Young Master Saint Ambrose had made it through the large, clearly very feminine bedroom to the large lavishly appointed adjoining bathroom and was assessing 'the damage' in a long, floor to ceiling mirror. He was always troubled by his fair, clearly feminine looks, but never had they been so in-his-face obvious. The wedding preparations Mummy and his new Auntie Jane insisted upon had driven him over the top. It had been a series of nightmarish visits to a beauty salon for skin treatments, hair coloring and styling, eyebrow shaping, manicures and pedicures and even having his ears pierced.

"Damn," he thought, "if only I had not lost track of time sampling Mummy's lingerie. Being busted was one thing, but busted by both Mummy and her husband-soon-to-be a month before the wedding was a total bummer! What else could I do but go along with their 'little lessons?'
"Mummy had been so upset until 'Daddy Ben's' sister had arrived. The next day Auntie Jane took over and his new regimen began.

Being made to wear panties and a camisole was kinda cool, except to trying to manage his constant peenie pulses. His clothing style had changed to almost exclusively short shorts and girlish tops to the point when Auntie Jane dressed him for the wedding it really was not that big of a deal.

The tittie treatments and the insistence on having a 'fanny friend' nearly constantly inserted deeply into his bottom were quite another matter. Each time he grew accustomed to his 'friend,' they increased its size.

As he examined his body through his sheer silk chemise it was more than apparent that the special diet Auntie insisted on and the daily vitamin injections had a noticeable effect. His naturally large and puffy nipples were even more pronounced and his breasts seemed a little more pointy and a lot more sensitive.

One slender hand went to his mass of wavy blond hair while the other sought a very hard nipple protruding from his chemise. His petit popsie rose quite involuntarily in concert with his nipples. Just as he began to erotically twist his body as both hands caressed his budding bosoms and thoughts of ejaculation filled his mind, a voice came from his side.

"Well, Julian, you do seem to like the 'new you.'"

Julian, beet faced, turned to see his very elegant and commanding Aunt Jane standing in the doorway.

"Which," she continued, "is most fortunate as this will be the 'you' for at least the next month, if not the remainder of the summer. Then we shall properly sort things out once and for all. Not that you ever have a hope of being anything other than a sissy.

"However, today is today, and it is high time we began it. I believe that you know all about you morning ablutions. Kindly be a dear and complete them during the next half-hour. Leave your hair damp, wrapped in a towel. You will find a robe on the back of the bath's door. Please don it and the mules next to the door frame and be seated at the bedroom's dressing table when we return to prepare you for the day."

"We?" Julian wondered.

*****

Having completed his morning cleansing, made easier with the convenient bidet, shower and hair wash and conditioning, and body and face moisturizer, Julian was seated obediently at the frilly large dressing table wearing a short pink silk robe and matching three inch feather trimmed mules.

Aunty Jane began, "Julian, this is my maid, Giselle. You will address her either 'Miss' or 'Miss Giselle.' Although she is my maid, she is very much your superior and you shall obey any and all of her directions. As we seem to be on the subject of names, you will address me as 'Ma'am' at all times except in private, when you may address me as 'Auntie Jane.' You, my dear, shall be referred to as Sissy Julian, or simply 'Sissy.' Understand?"

Julian said, "Yes, Auntie Jane...errr, Ma'am."

"Auntie Jane will do at the present," she replied. "Giselle will now attach your breast devices and then proceed to do something nice to fix that unruly mop atop you head. Starting tonight you will sleep in curlers to avoid this morning mess. In a few days you shall become entirely self sufficient in the hair and makeup departments.

As Giselle attached the conic shaped breast pumps to Julian's tiny mounds before turning to his hair and makeup, Auntie Jane continued, "In the meantime, I shall review just what will be expected of during your stay here.

"The first rule is that total, unquestioned obedience is mandatory at all times. The slightest deviation from such will result in a punishment. Just so there is no misunderstanding, both Giselle and I will use the strictest forms of corporal discipline on you. The mildest of which will be a spanking. More severe infractions will result in the use of paddles, canes and even birch bundles.

"Do I make myself perfectly clear, Sissy Julian?"

"Yes, Ma'am," squeaked out a quite thoroughly terrified Julian, completely unaware that his proud little popsie just became a little more pointed.

After a knowing smile was exchanged between mistress and maid, Auntie Jane resumed her homily. "Sissy Julian, do you understand why you are here and why you are going to undergo strict sissy training for the next month?"

A befuddled and still very much terrorized Julian managed to blurt out a reference to being punished for being caught wearing his mother's lingerie.

"Well, I suppose that is the surface of it. However, it is far from the whole of it. Very far, in fact. Allow me to fill in a few blanks - just for the record. One, you are a serial abuser of your beautiful mother's delicate under things, and have been so for a very long time.

"She accepts some guilt for that because as a very young child you just looked so cute in frilly things and so enjoyed wearing them. Apparently you threw some extraordinary tantrums when you could not wear those cute little blouse and shorts outfits - even when you were twelve years old! I understand that once you threw a spectacular tantrum over not having your frilly white gloves at church! And you insistence on having capri pants led you directly to the teen girls department, with little or no reservations. Even your mother's equal insistence that you buy matching panties did not deter you. Oh, my, such a prissy little sissy you are!

"You clearly are more comfortable in the company of girls and women rather than with boys and men. Your uncomfort with males is something we must come to better understand. Is it because you dislike them, or could it be because you like them too much? But I digress...
"In any event, you are here for the next month to be a complete sissy. And that you shall be. After the month, your mother and stepfather shall see what you have become and make a determination about your future. I, however, have little doubt as to who and what you are, let alone what you will become. The only question how far you will go and with whom - male or female.

"So, sweetie, during the next month you shall live completely as a swishing, milksop, pansy, prissy-sissy boy. I believe some refer to it as immersion therapy. And, you, my fair young sissy, shall be totally immersed! Beauty lessons, lots of girlie juice, the most fabby frilly sissy boy outfits imaginable and even our own little corps de ballet starting Tuesday.

While Giselle fussed with a drier and makeup enhancements, Auntie Jane busied herself laying out Julian outfit for the day. The young sissy was amazed at the wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlamp look the makeup created. His light blue eyes had a look of perpetual innocent amazement. His lips seemed to glisten in a red creamy gloss that matched his new nail color.

Soon enough, Giselle combed out his hair into a short sissy bob and placed clipped a cute little navy baby blue ribbon to one side, allowing the other side to fall just past his eye on the other side. His full head of hair was short for a girl, but long for a boy — just perfect for a sissy.

"Delightful!" exclaimed Auntie Jane. "After the salon tomorrow he will be sissy perfection! Time to dress the sissy. Giselle, please bring him over to the dressing mirrors and up upon the dressing pedestal."
Once Julian was standing atop the two foot circular pedestal, Auntie Jane continued, "Now, Julian, I'm sure you must miss your 'fanny friend.' No worries, I have a new and improved one for you. I think you know how to present yourself.

"Yes, sweetie, that's right. Bend over and pull apart your sweet sissy cheeks. Look in the side mirror. I want you to see, as well as feel the full impact of your new friend."

Julian gasped and turned scarlet when he saw its length. It had to be over eight inches, with a thinner series of egg-shaped flexible beads towards its tip. The base broadened out to almost a three inch diameter before tampering off into a narrow flange to hold it securely in place.
"Impressive, isn't it my little kitten?" taunted Auntie Jane. "Well, around here we refer to it a 'Mr. Wigglie. You'll understand why shortly. Giselle, will you do the honors.' I want to watch the little minx's face while I steady him on the pedestal."

Aunty came about and firmly gripped Julian's slender shoulders while Giselle approached the hapless sissy with something that looked like an old fashioned grease gun.

Julian has been fixated on Auntie Jane's deeply breathing chest, which perfectly displayed her ripe, mature breasts and their fine French lace covering through the sheer silk of her blouse. The slender hose of the device caused Julian to gasp anew in pleasure as the tube deeply entered him and then began to eject a cool gel throughout his rectum and well into his bowels.

"Ah, who once famously said, 'getting there is half the fun?'" Auntie Jane chuckled in a throaty voice, well aware of her own moistening nether parts. "Perfect, now for Mr. Wigglie - the friend no sissy can resist."

Giselle inserted the device slowly, but very deliberately as Julian began a series of the cutest little sissy squeals. He even did not seem to mind the stretching caused by the broad bottom part. Julian actually partial sucked in the final part up to the flange, quite unaware that his peenie was leaking like a broken faucet, albeit a very tiny faucet.
When Aunty Jane raised his upper body to an erect position, Julian let out yet another squeal as the device took full purchase in his sissy pussy. Only a keen wit and years of sissy training caused Aunty to smartly step to one side, thereby avoiding the perfectly predicable peenie pulsing spew.

"My goodness, Giselle, but aren't they all just so predictable." laughed Auntie Jane. "Better get a towel and clean him up before I put on his very first peenie petal."

After the comely Giselle had cleaned up Master Julian's mistake, and restored his pretty little peenie to its pointy pride, Auntie Jane approached the hapless sissy with an incredibly frilly little ring of silk, satin and lace.

"Sissy boy, meet your trademark from here on! It's called a peenie petal. It displays and enhances your tiny little jewels and tootsie pop. The effect of it on a sissy is profound, as you will come to understand. It stimulates; it humiliates - and then the twains meet! It defines a sissy. In short, it may well be the most divine sissy accoutrement ever invented!

"Look at it. Yes, isn't it simply divine? Oh, so lacy and frilly, but it also embraces your popsie and pert little plumbs, holding them in a sissy tormenting grasp. Taken with Mr. Wigglie and your frillie pansy pretties, you will be in a constant near orgasmic state. Aren't you just so excited about you new 'direction'? Can we now spell D-I-V-I-N-E! I just bet we can!"

Julian was completely nonplussed.

Auntie Jane was in a very special world all of her own.
Giselle's sweet pussy was simply dripping. She knew what the ensuing sissy emasculation followed by the inevitable girlie-boy stimulation would do to her Mistress, and what urgent delights would be required shortly thereafter. She could smell her Mistress' growing musky scent from where she was standing.

"Oh, yesss, Mistress, let's get him frocked and dressed now!" a surprisingly lusty voice rasped out from the sexually molting maid.
"Enough, my precious!" Auntie Jane snapped, with her own measure of lust dripping from her lips. "For that, a caning shall precede your little treat. But, of course, that will only increase your passion, will if not?"

At last turning to the befuddled sissy, Auntie Jane said, "Right, Julian, now for what well may be the watershed moment of your new sissy life - your first petal!

"Giselle, please put on his sissy panties and mind that you properly position his sweet little pink stick and berries for the petal."
Giselle pulled up and positioned what appeared to be a white silk covered panty girdle. In had row upon row of navy blue and white lace covering Julian's entire backside. The high waisted top and leg openings were also adorned with frilly sissy lace and pretty blue satin bows. The girdle design was not unique in that it formed and shaped his plump little boy buns in a nearly obscene manner. However, its front was unique in that its flat, tight tummy piece opened about his teapot with a lace trimmed hole that fit neatly about its base.

As Giselle was completing her task, Auntie again held out the petal. It appeared to be a satin flower with a hole at its base. "Look at this closely my sweet sissy, the satin ribbon ties about your entire little teapot. The satin petals spring out from there to embrace your tiny little popsie pistil and blossoming little pulsating pink plums. The satin and lace will keep you, as we said, in a constant state of arousal - something that is so very attractive, and essential, in a true sissy boy. The best of sissies simply cannot keep themselves from spreading their sweet sticky pollen all about.

"Now, who's going to be our very our little pansy pollen polluter? Could it be our very own sissy Julian? Oh, I think so!"

Had not young Master Julian just squirted, he surely would have as the peenie petal was fit about him. When his new Auntie removed herself from the mirror's view, the visuals were equal to the sensuals of his new mortification, maybe even more so - at least for the time being.
The pale blue and white satin and lace 'garment' literally created a flower from his sissy bits and pieces. The long petals were reinforced with internal netting and made from navy blue satin on the outside and pure white bridal satin on the inside came up nearly to the tip of his tiny popsie stick. His sweet sissy pink plums were nestled neatly beneath. The garment, itself, was secured about his tender little teapot by blue satin ribbons drawn tight about its base and finished off in an adorable broad bow at the top of the base. Every edge of the garment was trimmed in blue and white lace.

The coup de cockette was a small elastic blue and white lace wreath with five jingle bells attached that went just under his peenie head.
As profound as the bizarre display was, the sensation was even greater. Any movement from the hapless sissy's pelvis south caused the petals to caress his most sensitive parts in the most distracting way. Combined with Mr. Wigglie, this was a sure sissy spurter.

Even worse, against a sea of worse, not only a mere sissy spurter, but a sissy spurter to the tune of Jingle Bell's in June.

How out-of-season tacky! Yuk!

Expressing an entirely different view, Auntie Jane taunted, "Sooo adorable, Sissy Julian's very first peenie petal! Now who's feeling all swishy and sissy?"

"Giselle, be a dear and please help him into his training bra. Then add his cute little sissy socks and mary janes. I'll arrange his blouse and shorts. We do want our new charge looking pansy-pretty for his very first church service, don't we?"

"Church? Oooh myyy gawd!" thought Julian. "Say it ain't so! I meant she can't..."

The bra was every bit of a match for the panties. It, too, was of a retro-1950's vintage: a tight strap went under his little budding bosoms and his twin pansy peaks were caught up in surprisingly stiff net-like lace that developed their shape to the most advantageous nature. Like his panties, the key elements were fully exposed. The tip of each almost conic cup was cut away to fully expose his blossoming girlie-boy nipple in its entire erect splendor.

Julian's sissy socks were white stretch cotton with turned-over tops trimmed in three rows of the frilliest possible white a blue lace. On the back of each top was a pretty blue satin bow. His navy blue patent leather mary janes had two inch heels with matching grosgrain blue bows on their toes.

Oh my!

Which were exactly the thoughts of each of the three participants - each for their own, and very personal reasons. Jane for her lust for domination, Giselle in her lust for Jane, and Julian is his oh-so-secret lust to be a sissy.

Jane, predictably, recovered first, but only to turn her attention to poor Julian.

"Giselle," she said, "please fetch the camera at once. I'll get the jewelry and lace gloves. We need some pictures before he's fully dressed. No need to pose him. He will pose himself, if not squirt a second time during the process."

After Auntie had drawn delicate white lace gloves with navy blue bows at the wrists and added little pearl strands about his neck, right wrist and left ankle, she surveyed her new toy.

"Yes, Julian, you do make a most impressive sissy. Those doe-like, blue frosted eyes are perfect. Didn't Giselle just do a perfect job with your makeup? The liner, shadow and mascara highlight their natural beauty just like the shiny red gloss shows off your full, plump lips. And the rouge on your cheeks makes you just so sissy-perfect - a living doll with full, wavy flaxen hair."

Taking one of Julian's bullet hard nipples between her fingers and teasing it, Auntie Jane continued taunting the hapless sissy, "And, sweet pea, look in the mirror at your pert little nipples. Sooo sissy-succulent. They already are such a turn on for you, aren't they? Just wait until they've had more training. You'll orgasm just from having them played with."

Reaching down with her other hand, Auntie tweaked his tiny popsie with her nail. "Julian, you know this pathetic little peenie could never satisfy a girl, let alone a real woman. Why it's nothing more that a cute little curiosity to be toyed with. It certainly is non-threatening to any normal boy. However, I'm sure that it makes them feel proud of their real penises. Only another sissy would admire its small size and want to play with it.

"Yes, Julian, I'm afraid you're destined to be with your own kind -- other little pansy, sissyboy faggots. Of course, some real boys may want you to play with their big, thick juicy cocks. Yes sweetie, 'cocks,' because that's what normal boys have between their legs. Look at those sweet lips of yours. Now wouldn't they just be perfect wrapped about a cock?

"Maybe we will be able to find a real life Mr. Wigglie for you? I bet you'd just love that!"

"Oh, Aunty Jane, please don't do this to me!" Julian pleaded, a tear coming to his eye as he noticed Giselle taking pictures.

"Oh, come now Julian," she responded in a teasing voice. "Look at how erect your little stick is just from the thought. It's so cute all wrapped up in its petal. Why look, it even has a little pearl of sissy juice at its tip. Now that's the type of tears a sissy should shed.

"Yes, see how the petal works? The harder your little peenie gets, the tighter the petal grasps to ensure you remain nice and stiff. That's the way a sissy should be presented. It amuses the girls and ladies and makes all the other sissies insane with lust. Dare I even mention what it does to the normal boys, let alone real men?"

"Oooh nooo," moaned Julian.

"Oooh yesss," retorted Auntie. "Accept it, Julian. Not that you have any choice in the matter whatsoever.

"Giselle, please bring over his top. Time to get our little sissy sailor dressed for the day."

Giselle handed Auntie a tiny sailor's blouse made from polished white cotton, who pulled it over the befuddled sissy's head and smoothed it down his chest. The outlines of his erect nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. Its capped short, puffy sleeves were finished off in a navy blue cuff with three thin white stripes. The sailor's collar bib in back was also navy blue with three broader white strips next to its edges. The front of the collar was finished off in a broad, puffy navy blue satin bow. The bow and its ends hung is such a way to frame the top and inner sides of his pointy nipple and modest little mounds. As he turned a bit, to his horror he discovered that the outline of his lacy retro bra was also quite visible.

"Just adorable," sighed Auntie. "Now for his shorts and sash and we are done."

Julian secretly loved the sailor's top. It reminded him of a sailor suit his mother had put him in many years ago. However, the fabric was so tormenting his sensitive nipples that he failed to notice the even more bizarre navy blue matching fabric shorts as they were being pulled up his smooth, slender legs.

The shorts became very tight as Auntie fastened up their left side with many small fabric covered buttons. Julian could feel their tight rear embrace his girdled tear-drop derriere like a second skin. The waist was high, coming up well past his belly button and even tighter than over his fanny. As it closed about his waist, his top was pulled taunt in front, further emphasizing his bra straps, protruding nipples and tiny mounds.

The shorts were beyond short, actually rising as they crossed his hips with their white ruffled trimming about the leg holes. However, it was the front that most alarmed poor Julian.

Like his panty girdle, they were open about his peenie petal with some sort of flap, or bib, hanging down. Smiling at her sissy's more than apparent mortification, Auntie Jane lifted the flap and said, "Now-now, Julian, fret not. We will provide you with some modesty with your cute little peenie bib. After all, we are going to church in case it slipped your mind. Let me hoist up up your little anchor."

The 'anchor' was almost as obscene as nothing at all. The peenie bib was white and shaped to embrace his pointedly proffered, be-petaled peenie with delicate white ruffles about its sides that matched trimming about his leg holes. Julian could not understand why the flap was referred to as his little anchor as Auntie Jane affixed it in place, again with tiny blue cloth covered buttons to form a more bizarre sailor's pant front.

Once she stood to the side and Julian could see his image in the dressing mirrors, he understood. It was the final humliation.

A stylized navy blue anchor form was embroidered into the peenie bib, which inturn molded about his stiff, petaled popsie. The base of the anchor went across the flap portion covering the bottom of his peenie petal and the shaft traced up to where the tip of his peenie rested underneath. His pointed sissy pole made the anchor stick out and wiggled in its own tormented way as he moved.

"Sooo cute!" enthused Auntie Jane. "Now let's get his sash and little sailor's hat on and be on our way. Giselle, tie the sash into a big pretty bow on his side, and I will put on his hat."

When they were done, Julian was again made to pose for the camera. If the obscene shorts and sissy sailor top were not enough, the accessories finished him off into pure prissy pantyboy pansy perfection. The broad white sash about his slender waist was tied at his left side into a massive, puffy bow and long ends extending down to his bare, smooth mid thighs. A sweet little glossy white straw sailor's hat with a navy blue ribbon band and chin strap and matching tiny straw purse with a blue bows affixed to both its side and handle perfectly finished him off.

Then things took a turn for the worse, if that could be imagined.

It all started with Mr. Wigglie. As Julian moved, the devilish device tickled parts of him he didn't even he had, which caused him to sway his hips and take tiny mincing steps. This, in turn caused his peenie petal to move about his little stick and his blouse to rub his sensitive, ever-so-erect nipples. All of which ended in having poor Julian flap his limp wristed hands and squeal in the most sissish manner.

All these movements caused his little, tinkerbell (dare we say 'dinkerbell'?) wreath to jingle and all his lacy and frilly sissy things to rustle. This, naturally, and expectedly, caused utter sissy mortification, embarrassment and humiliation - and the greatest erection of the young boy's life!

"I do love it when a plan comes together," chuckled an obviously delighted Aunty Jane.

"Julian, I want you to mince back and forth before the dressing mirror for a few minutes. Yes, keep your wrists bent and flap your arms all you like. I shall return shortly after Giselle tends to an urgent need of mine."

To be continued...let's see how this plays here.

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