Michael is desperate to get home, so having a picnic is the obvious thing to do.

A Walk In The Park

As he entered the park, Michael realised why the streets had been so quiet. Everyone was taking advantage of the warm weather to enjoy playing in the park. The place was packed with men, women, children, and, from their dress, what Michael took to be sissies. There were a few singles walking about or running on the paths, trying to keep fit, but most people were in couples or family groups.

Not wanting to be disturbed, Michael wandered around until he found a quiet area, and found a shady spot to settle in. After unpacking his picnic, he stuffed the plastic bag into his rucksack. Normally, when doing something like this, Michael would throw himself on the ground, not paying any attention to the mess it might make of his clothes. This time, that felt wrong, and Michael carefully lowered himself to a sitting position, with his legs off to the side, and the skirt laid out, so that he did not sit on it and crease it.

This was the point at which Michael realised that he had been freely using his right hand, having put the wand down. He could see it, lying on the blanket, innocent, as if it had not been holding his hand to ransom.

Looking at his gloved hand, he could not see any trace of whatever it was that had stuck his hand to the wand. It was as if it had never happened.

Reaching out with just his forefinger, he gently prodded the wand. Nothing happened. He prodded again, and still nothing happened. Using just his thumb and forefinger, he picked up the wand by its stem, keeping well away from the handle. When nothing continued to happen, he twirled the wand in a way that had previously worked. Emboldened by the complete and utter lack of response, he grasped the handle in his hand, and waved.

The sudden flash and broken English caused him to jump and drop the wand. He stared at it, where he had dropped it. No stickiness, and the handle hadn't changed, hadn't grown into the phallus. Maybe whatever it was that caused that had worn off? A sudden thought had him scrabbling at his gloves in an attempt to remove them, but whatever it was that held them in place was still working.

Resigned to his fate, Michael moved the wand and turned back to the picnic. While eating, he idly browsed through "Sissy" magazine. Did he really want to know what Tamara Pennyworth had got up to last weekend, or who Jacques Bruin was going to select as his next muse? Oddly enough, he did find the article on the life of Mr Henry interesting, and he found himself recalling the very odd looking boots he had seen in the shoe shop window that morning.

Finally, he found himself filling in one of those self-help quizzes entitled "What kind of a sissy are you?" Some of the questions were surprisingly deep and seemingly unrelated to being a sissy, and he had to think about some of the answers. Others just seemed totally irrelevant.

Nail style:

• Bare
• Short and discretely polished
• Long and sharp with bright red polish.

Underwear:

• Well-padded nappy
• Granny pants
• Minimalist thong.

Clothing:

• Warm snugly onsie with fingerless mittens
• Stylish but quiet business suit
• Sequined dress cut down to there and up to there.

Legs:

• Knee socks
• Tights
• Stockings?

Shoes:

• Mary Jane's
• Kitten heels
• Strappy Manolo Blanik sandals?

Totalling up the answers, Michael read the conclusions.

Mostly A:

Baby sissy. You want a mummy or daddy to look after you. Your favourite dress is a short satin party dress worn with loads of petticoats and a well-padded nappy. Your favourite meal is anything that comes in a baby bottle

Mostly B:

Secretary sissy.
The perfect second in command, whose boss will always be at the right place, at the right time, with the right documents. Your favourite dress is a smart business suit, with a knee length skirt. Your favourite meal is a sandwich take at your desk.

Mostly C.

Super diva sissy.
For you, life is an adventure to be enjoyed your way. You don't have a favourite dress, you have far too many for that, but they are all drop-dead, knock-em-out gorgeous. Your favourite meal involves the best seat in the best restaurant in town.

Michael laughed at the answers. "Obviously, the correct answer is D, none of the above."

Just as he finished the quiz, he finished his meal. That had been surprisingly tasty, and the shop keeper had been right, he had loved the wine. As he still had some of it left, he decided he would relax and enjoy the park for a while longer.

Holding the wine in his hand, he looked over the park. It appeared to have quietened down a bit, no doubt due to people returning to work. gently relaxing, Michael contemplated his situation. Here he was, stuck in a dress that had great big flashing beacons attached, carrying stolen information, with far too many people having seen him for him to be safe. One the other hand, it was a warm day, he was comfortably seated in the shade, and he had some excellent wine. The obvious this to do was to have some more wine.

In fact, Michael was so relaxed that when a little girl suddenly appeared in front of him, he barely blinked. "Hello," she said. "My name's Tiffany. In a few weeks time, I'll be six years old. What's your name? I like your dress. Mum won't let me wear anything special, coz she says that I'd only ruin it. Is your dress a special dress? Why does it have all those bows and jewels?"

"Hello Tiffany," responded Michael, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the rush of words. "My name is ... Michelle. I'm 21, and its ages to my next birthday. This is a very special dress. It's designed to look like the dress worn by a character in a TV show. I don't know why it has all these bows, but I think it's to make the dress look impressive."

"I like your bows. Do you think I can have bows like yours on my birthday dress?"

"You'll have to ask ..."

Completely ignoring Michael, Tiffany continued. "Is that your wand? Can I play with it?" Before he could stop her, Tiffany was wildly waving the wand, and being fascinated by the light and the voice. When Michael realised that the wand was not up to anything nefarious, he relaxed.

From over the park, Michael heard someone calling, "Tiffany, Tiffany, where are you Tiffany?"

"I'm over here, Mommy," Tiffany called back. A woman who had been frantically searching, turned in their direction, and walked towards them. As she got closer, Michael could see what his next problem was going to be. As he should have expected with his luck today, Tiffany's mother was his cute neighbour Danielle.

"Mummy, this is my new friend Michelle. She wears a very special dress, and she has a wand that does this." As all the jewels lit up, Danielle smiled at Michael.

"Hello Michelle, I see you've meet my little monster." Danielle's voice slowed down, as she looked at Michael. "Michael, is that you? What are doing dressed like that?"

"I can't even begin to explain," replied Michael. "Let's just say it started as a bad idea, and went downhill from there."

"I thought it was you that I saw this morning, but I didn't want to embarrass myself by asking."

"Yep, that was me. At 9 this morning, I had never worn a single item of women's clothing, and now I'm on my second dress, and managing amazingly well in these heels." Michael stretched his leg out for Danielle's inspection. Nervously waiting for her response, Michael automatically checked his lipstick. He'd only just refreshed it, after eating, and you would have thought there should be some left. Danielle admired the boot and the trim leg that it covered. Watching him redo his makeup, Danielle thought "That's far too well done for someone who started this morning. There is more to this than he's telling."

"I won't ask for more details, but that's a very impressive costume, especially with the flashing lights. Is it meant to be anyone in particular?"

"Supposedly, it's Sailor Sissy in her Magical School Girl costume. Until today, I didn't even know she existed. Apparently everyone does, and they all seem to have a favourite villain. I don't suppose you have a favourite villain?" asked Michael, struggling to remain calm.

"I think I only saw half an episode. I wasn't that impressed with Sailor Sissy, she seemed the type that was intended to be a role model. As I recall, the villain was called The Spiral, and his weapon was something called The Hypnodisc. I never found out what actually happened, as my mother caught us, and turned off the TV."

Tiffany interrupted. "Mummy, it's time to go back to school." She handed the wand back to Michael, saying, "Thank you for letting me play with your wand." Holding her hands out, she imperiously demanded they take her by the hand, and follow her to school.

Over Tiffany's head, Danielle whispered, "If Sailor Sissy had looked anything like you, I would have been a lot more annoyed at my mother - you look so cute like that." Both adults suddenly blushed, and looked away from each other. The thought of Danielle finding Michelle cute was ... disturbing.

One of the school entrances was off the part, so it was a short walk. At the gates, Tiffany let go of their hands and turned to Danielle. In what she thought was a whisper, she asked "Mummy, can Michelle come to my birthday party? It'll just be you and granny, and I would love to have a friend there!"

Looking over at the embarrassed Michael, Danielle replied, "We'll see. I'm not sure Michelle is free that day, she'll have to check her calendar." Tiffany seemed satisfied with the response, and ran off into the school, waving back at them.

"I'm sorry about that, Tiffany tends to be very direct when she wants something."

"I noticed," Michael said dryly. "I think it's time I went home and changed into something that made me less cute. It's been an interesting day, but I don't think it's something I want to repeat."

"Are you sure?" asked Danielle in a teasing voice. "After all, you do look so cute." After a short pause, she continued in a more serious tone of voice, "Tiffany would really love someone to come to her party."

"I... I ..." stuttered Michael. "I'll think about it," he said knowing that he would almost certainly be unable to deny Tiffany's pleading.

As they walked out of the park, Michael felt a change in the wand, and the way he was holding it. "Oh god," he said, and tried to peel his fingers off of it, knowing it was going to fail.

"What is it?" asked a concerned Danielle.

"This ... wand." It was clearly possible to hear the missing word. "When they gave it to me, it somehow stuck itself to my hand, and did odd things. When I entered the park, it appeared to relent and let me go. Now it's taken hold again, and I cannot let go! Worse, watch what happens when I wave it." As the lights went off, the handle grew. "See?" said Michael waving the wand again. To any one paying attention, it was clear that Michael was tightly holding an erect penis.

"Fortunately, if I do this", said Michael reaching for the hidden switch, "It resets itself." The switch clicked under his fingers, but that was the only response. "What?" went Michael, and tried again. This time there was a response, the penis started gently throbbing and vibrating. "Oh god! No! What's it doing?"

Danielle watched, fascinated, with her hand over her mouth. "I think I know why my mother was so against my seeing Sailor Sissy. Despite being animated, it was definitely not for children. Most of the villains had some sort of sex based attack, and they would use this to incapacitate the heroine. The only way she could escape was to 'manipulate' her wand to raise her power, which would then be released all at once."

"Are you suggesting that to get myself free, I have to play with my wand until it comes? Oh god, no wonder I never heard of the show."

"I have a feeling that it's going to be the only way. I think we'd better get you home, before it goes off in the street."

After a few minutes, desperately trying to think of a distraction, Michael asked, "Why won't Tiffany have any friends at her party? I would have thought that a cute girl like her would have hundreds of friends."

"That's really my fault. When I got pregnant at 16, the local busy-bodies went ballistic, so I went away for a while. I only came back because my mother is getting on a bit, and the busy-bodies are still causing trouble, so none of the parents allow their children to visit."

After some fast but careful walking, they were standing outside their homes, with only a few more accidents. The penis was now larger than anything Michael had ever seen, and there was a worrying pink flush running up and down it. The vibration and throbbing had gotten so strong that Michael could barely stop the wand from triggering itself.

"I think you'd better go in and deal with that monster," said Danielle with a smile. "Please, think about the party, Tiffany would love you to come." She lent in, and kissed Michael on the cheek. In a genuine whisper, she added, "I'd quite like to see Michelle again, as well."