SIMON THE SISSY

My name is Simon Fornsby. I live in the City of Jupiter City in the nation of Mippa which was once the West Coast of the United States. The year is 2978 and a lot a lot have things have happened since the second nuclear war of 2416. The Earth made an amazingly quick recovery and major advancements have been made in medicine that has risen the average life span to 120 years. Even better, no one visibly ages on the outside and you only age on the inside once you reach your eighties. Of course laws have changed as well as the penalties for certain crimes have changed. For example, if you’re convicted of rape for example, you are forced to drink a pink candy flavored solution known as a Sissy Cocktail that will hormonally transform you into, guess what? A sissy (who could have seen that coming?). Of course sissy cocktails work in different ways as it may turn someone who is inclined to be a girl into what we call a sissy girl, while someone who is otherwise macho is turned into, well, a whiny giant girl baby. Girls are comparatively lucky as, while they too are forced to drink the concoction if they happen to cross the line, the only major effect besides giving them an effeminate personality temporarily is to make all of their hair fall out with the exception of the hair on the head, and their eyelashes. So they also have to endure a public shaving of their heads if they break the law.

Why am I mentioning all of this? Well, I guess I have to admit I’m a sissy. Not, not the kind of simpering sissy one becomes when he bullies someone weaker than him. No, I mean, I really want to be a real girly girl where I can wear pantyhose and short skirts just like the real sissies.

Of course, I’d never tell anyone because my family would be shocked. So would my one and only friend, Sally; more on her later. Yes, I only have one friend. The boys, not surprisingly, pick on me because I’m only five foot four and don’t act like the other guys. I don’t really act like a girl either but I’m lousy at sports and am afraid to do boy things like jumping over things with my bike or racing a car down Suicide Strip.

Needless to say I have no chance of landing a girlfriend even though I’m as attracted to them as any boy out there. Even Sally has no interest in me, mainly because she’s a closet lesbian, lucky me. The funny thing is, the head cheerleader, Megan Sullivan, is always flirting with me, well, she’s making fun of me actually because that’s what cheerleaders do I guess. Sometimes I wish I’d have the guts to ask her out but she’d just laugh at me and make me look like a fool, so I’m best off just letting her have her fun.

So I guess I’ll go home and hope Bud, my step-father, doesn’t go off on my Mom again. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you; my parents divorced when I was five because Dad wanted a rich woman and Mom hadn’t sown her wild oats yet. So Mom met this guy Bud in a bar and we’ve been miserable since. And I can’t live with Dad because Judy, my step monster, hates me and treats Dad like a Casper Milquetoast. Well, at least he’s got his wish; Judy is the CEO of a big cosmetics company and is loaded.

So anyway, that’s the story of my life. I hope I have to guts to end it soon.

SALLY

Sally is my best friend; actually, she’s my only friend, and I think I’m her only friend as well. Maybe it’s because she is so different from the other girls. You see, In Mippa, girls are supposed to have long hair that cascades past the shoulders. Not, Sally, no she has to be different. She likes to wear her hair in a twenties style bob. She actually looks pretty cute but the other girls look down on her and call her names like baldie. She likes to remind them that she’s not actually bald but it always falls on deaf ears. Her three sisters don’t understand her either and she is pretty much the black sheep of her family which makes sense because she has dark hair.

We’ve been friends ever since the sixth grade. She felt sorry for me after a bunch of boys threw me in the bushes one day after school because they didn’t have anything better to do. I guess I felt sorry for her after Sherry Petraglia, now one of the mean cheerleaders, cut Sally’s ponytail off in some game of dominance. Sally has had her hair cut in a bob since. Sally also has decided she doesn’t like boys which is why we never became an item. Not that I really see Sally in that way anyhow. For one thing, she’s something like five ten so we’d be like Mutt and Jeff in reverse. And, of course, she’s into girls, or at least she says she is anyway. In fact, she has confided in me that she thinks she’s in love with Josie Farber, the star girl athlete at Spaulding High. Josie is a typical looking girl with the signature long hair but she is also rather muscular and is never seen with any guys. So, naturally, Sally assumes Josie must be gay herself.

Sally and I always talk about girls and one name that always seems to come up is Megan Sullivan. Megan has been teasing me since the ninth grade by making me think she likes me I guess. She doesn’t, of course, since she’s been dating the star quarterback, Jerry Donalds, since the beginning of time it seems. She keeps telling me that Jerry isn’t really man enough for her. Sally thinks I should call Megan’s bluff and accept her offer of a date but I’m not so sure. I mean, for starters, Jerry would probably have me beat up or at least do something to somehow humiliate me.

“But Simon, what do you have to lose, besides you’re pretty much humiliated already. Stand up to the bitch. Be a man for once in your life.”

I know Sally is only trying to make me confident of myself, but who am I kidding? I’m a five foot four wuss and I’ll always be.

MEGAN

I may have mentioned my life has been a series of taunting by boys for the most part, but now, in my Junior year at High School, I have to put up with taunting by the Cheerleading squad. I think the cheerleaders are basically an extension of the jocks at school who are less concerned about beating 98 pound weaklings up (actually I’m 130 pounds but those semantics) and let their girlfriends humiliate the weaklings instead.

All of the cheerleaders are knock dead gorgeous, of course, but the most stunning of them all, has to be Megan Sullivan, the head cheerleader. Not only does she have a perfect body within her five foot seven frame, she has a gorgeous mane of blonde hair that she keeps just below her shoulders. Her angelic looking face is framed by her wispy bangs. It’s no wonder Jerry Donalds is so dazzled by her.

So why does she keep trying to get me to go out with her? Yes, I know Megan dates other boys behind Jerry’s back; it’s one of those open secrets at school. Anyway, now Megan wants me to go to a Halloween party with her. She even has the perfect superhero costume for me she chortles. People find the costume irresistible. Yeah, I bet. She probably wants to dress me up as Mighty Mouse.

“No, Silly. You’ll be the greatest Superhero of them all and you know who that is, don’t you?” Megan pulls out a Batman keychain from her pocketbook. Batman, hmmm. Yeah, that would be cool. I might look silly being a short guy and all but why not?

“Wait a minute. I’m not going to end up looking more like Bat Fink, am I?”

“Of course not, silly. You will look stunning. Scout’s honor.”

So what do I do. Do I do the usual and bashfully shy away, or do I take Sally’s advice and call her bluff?

“Okay, Megan, I’ll take you up on that.” Let’s see how she handles that one.

Megan lights up like a Christmas tree like she’s caught her prey.

“Oh, goody! I’ll pick you up at six, Friday night!” I guess she called my bluff instead.

First I should mention a caveat as far as Halloween goes. It used to fall on October 31 in ancient times but since the new world took hold a few hundred years ago, the calendar has been changed to a strict 364 day schedule so everything always falls on the same day of the week, thus now Halloween takes place on October 28 which is always a Saturday to allow the kids to go trick or treating basically.

So why is Megan picking me up on Friday? Well, I had assumed that the Halloween party was for Friday night but that didn’t make sense because Spaulding had a big football game against Seneca this week. Needless to say, I’m getting pretty suspicious as Megan picks me up in her retro Camaro. I swear these rich girls get the best toys.

I hop into the car and Megan greets me happily. “Hi, Simon, ready to have some fun?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the football game?”

“ You know, you would think, but half the Seneca team got suspended so there isn’t a game.”

“Wow. What did they do?”

“Not sure. Something about taking liberties with some cheerleaders from Colfax. Football players are really weird sometimes.”

“So the Halloween party’s tonight?”

“Oh heavens, no. We have to get prepared tonight. The Halloween party’s tomorrow. It’s going to be so fun.”

“Wait a minute. They’re expecting me home at midnight”

“Well, just call them and tell them you’re spending the night. Better yet, I’ll call them. They’ll be glad you have a girlfriend.”

We end up at Elaine Stone’s mansion. Elaine’s parents are the richest people in town and they pretty much control everything. Of course they have everything a teenage girl could want from all the latest fashions to a Jacuzzi in her spacious bedroom where all the cheerleaders have gathered. They’re all dressed as their favorite superheroines from the twentieth century (Culturally, Mippa prefers popular culture from the late twentieth century- The Beatles are the most popular group believe it or not). Megan explains. “Yes, we’re all going to go as our favorite sexy superheroines. Geri is going to be Batgirl, Kathy is going to be Supergirl, Beth is going to be Tinkerbell because she’s so tiny. I know she’s not a superheroine but she’s so cute. Stella is going to be Black Widow.-“

Elaine jumps in, “I’m going to be Spider Woman.”

“Elaine is going to be Spiderwoman. Sherry is going to be the She-Hulk because she lost a bet and she has to be dyed green. And I’m going to be Captain Marvel. And you are going to be the greatest hero of them all.”

Now I’m excited. “So I’m going to be Batman?”

“No, you’re going to be WONDER WOMAN!”

And with that , all the cheerleaders, except Beth strangely enough ,wrestle me down to the ground. One of the cheerleaders injects me with some substance; I don’t know what it is. But it’s making me a bit woozy and somewhat helpless as the cheerleaders carry me onto Elaine’s bed. One of the girls handcuffs me to the bedposts and another one begins to take off my clothes. Within minutes, I am entirely naked. Stella makes a comment of my predicament as I’m beginning to recover from whatever it was they gave me. “Well, at least he has a nice size pecker.”

All of the girls giggle, except for Beth who mouths, “I’m sorry.” I know I’m in some kind of trouble now but what the girls do to me next will not only be the start of the most humiliating experience of my life. It will also be the start of the most wonderful experience of my life. Something of a paradox isn’t it?

Megan comes close to me. “Simon, we’re going to undo the handcuffs but you have to do everything we say or we’re going to throw you in the street naked, understand?”

And like the fool I am, I agree.

The girls lead me to the bathroom where the Jacuzzi is and put me into the large tub. My mind is racing. They’re going to dress me up as Wonder Woman. So that means…

I’m being covered with a aloe scented depilatory all over my body including my private parts. They’re removing all my body hair from the neck down. I look silly covered in pink depilatory cream as the girls keep giggling, except for Beth of course. “Oh, Beth, stop being a droopy dawg,” scolds Elaine. Within ten minutes the depilatory has done its dirty deed and the girls shower me off. Now the only hair left on me is the hair on my head, my eyebrows and eyelashes, and my beard.

Actually, my beard is the next to come off as a stronger depilatory that men usually use is applied to my face. Within about ten minutes, my face too is as smooth as a baby’s. The girls then sit me down while Geri prepares some solution in the Jacuzzi. They are now putting hair remover on my eyebrows. Oh, my god; they are turning me into a freak! “Jacuzzi’s ready!” Geri announces. I’m placed into the mixture of water and some pinkish solution after the hair on my eyebrows is removed.

“What is this?” I ask.

“Oh, this is something that will help soften your skin and make you feel a little more feminine. You have to look sexy if you’re going to be Wonder Woman,” Geri chirps.

Wonder Woman. You know, maybe that won’t be so bad. I mean I’ve always wanted to play dress up anyway and Wonder Woman does wear pantyhose. But what are they going to do with my hair? I mean it isn’t short; it’s actually over my ears, but it certainly isn’t long and flowing like a real girl’s hair should. Oh, well, I guess I can worry about that later. Right now, I’ll just relax in the tub with my smooth hairless body and let the chips fall where they may. I’ll even forget that I have no eyebrows now. I have no idea how I’m going to explain that at school.

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It’s now around ten o clock at night. The girls have me call home to let my Mom know I’m spending the night at Jerry’s even though I’m apparently spending the night at Elaine’s. I’m now out of the tub. I’m entirely hairless except for the hair on my head and my eyelashes. They remain spared. The girls make me wear a pair of nylon panties and spray me down with strawberry scented oil. My skin has been rendered as soft as a baby’s thanks to the pinkish solution. Now I can only guess what is next.

“Hope you like pink, Simone,” chortles Kathy as she begins applying pink nail polish to my toes. What an original name to be called I think to myself. Besides my hairless legs and soon to be painted toes, my Mr. Happy is standing at attention through Geri’s panties (I’m apparently going to be wearing Geri’s clothes since were about the same height). “I think he likes this, girls. What a little sissy!”

The sad thing is I am liking this because I am a little sissy. I wish I could look like this forever, or at least what I think I’m going to look like.

The toes are done and they’re now working on my fingers with the same shade of hot pink. Meanwhile, I’m feeling a tingle in my ear “Ow!” Sherry is piercing my ears. Oh, no. Boys don’t wear earrings anymore. I am though, because a hoop earring is being inserted into each of my ears. Now, my body is totally hairless as I’m given a baby doll nightgown to wear to show off my hairless arms and underarms. They apply a feminine deodorant to make my smooth armpits smell good.

“Okay, now it’s time to work on his hair” announces Megan. I’m sat up on a chair and the girls whip out a home permanent kit and a bunch of tight curlers. They’re giving me a perm. Oh, my god! I don’t know if I like this. The tight rollers are applied to my scalp with attention on my bangs as the rollers there are turned forward. I’m really going to look like a sissy now.

Now it’s Beth’s turn to join in on the fun though she still doesn’t seem to be enjoying herself. She’s applying my makeup. “ I know you think were making you look like a freak with a Little Oprhan Annie perm,” she says as she is drawing in eyebrows on my removed area, but maybe if I can make you look pretty enough it won’t be so bad.” I almost feel sorry for the petite cheerleader with flowing brown hair. It’s almost like she was as forced into this as I am. She is now working on my eyes as she applies eyeliner and mascara and finally a soft sea green eye shadow. Soon the foundation is being applied to my face and a pink shining blush is added. All that’s left is my lipstick and Beth carefully applies that without making a mess. “Okay, all done, you’re so pretty, Simone.”

They let me stand in front of Elaine’s mirror. Here I am totally hairless. My smooth legs look almost sexy with my cute pink toes looking right at me. My fingers look wonderfully pink as well. My arms are smooth as are my armpits.

But the biggest change is with my face. Beth is right; I am pretty. I look so angelic even with my hair still in curlers and in a pink bonnet. My eyes are exotic looking and my lips are such a beautiful shade of shiny pink. My hoop earrings add to my beauty. If I were looking at me, I’d want to kiss me.

But now it is time for bed. The Halloween party is tomorrow and how I look then remains to be seen. Needless to say, this adventure is to be continued.

WARNING: This will be the darkest chapter in the Mad Adventures of Suzie but it hopefully will set up what will become a sweet and, hopefully, humorous story with a few twists along the way. :)

It’s Halloween morning and the girls wake me up to take the perm rods out of my hair. It’s hard to believe that only twenty-four hours ago, I was a nothing but a wimpy nerd, but at least I was a teenage boy with hair all over. Now, I look at myself and I see a smooth body covered in lotion. There is a slight shine to my hairless legs and even the hair on my pubes is gone. I have penciled in arches where my eyebrows once were. My nails, both fingers and toes, are a shade of hot pink as are my lips. I look at my immaculately made up face and I have to say the girls did a good job on transforming me. Even with the perm rods still in my hair, I am beautiful.

The girls sit me down to take the perm rods out. They were going to dye my hair pink but Beth managed to talk them out of it. As it is, my hair is expected to look like a mass of curls. Geri takes care of the combing out as the rods are removed. When they are done they walk me to the mirror. Sure enough; I look like a brunette Little Orphan Annie with bangs. “You look like such a sissy, Simone,” cracks Stella. I stand at the mirror dumbfounded; I do look like a sissy and I’m about to cry.

“Don’t cry, sissy,” Elaine says, “we haven’t even dressed you yet.”

The clothes I’m to wear are placed on the bed, a pink bra and panty set, a strapless body briefer to hold my penis in except that they put the penis against my stomach for some reason, a pair of shiny nude pantyhose, and the Wonder Woman costume minus the boots. “When we’re done, you’re gonna look like Lynda Carter,” says Sherry. In the meantime, one of the girls jam my anus with some sort of shaft. It feels sort of electrical, like a vibrator

They make me strip naked and I think they want me to masturbate so my penis can become flaccid. But Megan slaps my hand. “Hands off, you naughty boy. You’ll have time for that later.” She puts a cold feeling ointment on it and it soon is reduced to a flaccid piece of meat. “Perfect.”. Then they stuff my anus with some sort of vibrator. “This will make you walk and run like the little sissy you are.”

They make me put on the panties and bra after letting me relieve myself, then the body briefer is put into place. “I can’t wait for the solution to wear off. Sissy is going to go nuts.” The girls laugh hysterically at Megan’s wishes.

“Let us know when you have to go to the bathroom, sissy,” Kathy adds. “ We don’t want you having any accidents because only babies have accidents.” God, I hope they don’t have plans for me to piss myself.

They have me put on the pantyhose, one leg at a time. After pulling the hose up over the bottom of my briefer, I am fascinated at the sight of my pink toes peeking through the shiny nylon. I can feel a mild electric shock in my butt and I squirm a bit. “Walk for us, sissy,” begs Geri. I do as she says and there is a bit of a swish to my walk. “ You’ll run like a sissy too. You’re gonna be so cute.”

The strapless costume is put on and, with the body briefer in place, I seem to have curves in all the right places. There is only one thing left. They pull the top of my costume, briefer, and bra and glue on a pair of breast forms that look like they are about 38 D’s. Great, now I have a curvy figure a nice butt and big tits. What more can I ask for?

“God, you got gorgeous gams, sissy,” marvels Kathy as she admires my pantyhose clad legs. I look in the mirror. Yeah, I do if I say so myself.

A pair of silver open toed heels are glued onto to my feet so they won’t fall off. The girls say the glue on the toes will wear off in about twenty-four hours but I’ll need a special glue remover to get rid of the breasts.

The girls turn me around so I can admire their work after they redo my makeup. The hair is a bit sissified but otherwise, I’m pretty damned sexy. I have a nice little butt thanks to the padded briefer. The breasts are a bit big, but my torso is hot and my legs are gorgeous. Yeah, if it wasn’t for that cold solution, I’d have a hard on the size of Montana.

“Okay, girls, sissy is ready. Now let’s dressed up.” Announces Megan. Meanwhile I get to admire my reflection in the mirror for the next two hours. I even mince around the room in my silver open toe heels.

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We’re all off to enjoy the party, but we aren’t going to the local teen club where the contest is taking place. No, we’re going to Bob Waldorf’s house. He’s one of the football players. There are a bunch of them too and none of them are dressed up. The girls are though and so am I. The eight of us enter and the I can hear the wolf calls. And they save the loudest wolf call for me. “Hey, Wonder Woman, you can tie me up with the lasso of truth anytime.”

Beth whispers in my ear. “Don’t let them know who you are or they’ll beat you up.” Of course little did she or I know that they already knew who I was. For now though, that fact was kept secret and the guys were flirting with the cheerleaders’ friend, Simone. I tried to sound like a girl but I don’t think I was doing a good job. I began to do an even worse job after a few beers. And, of course, I had to pee. I turned to Beth, who seemed to be clinging to me, in a vain way of trying to protect me I know now. “Beth, I have to, um…”

“Pee? Yeah, follow me.” We go upstairs and she undid me in the bathroom so I could relieve myself. “Stay close to me, sweetie. We’ll probably have to do this again.” She re-zips me up and I swish my way back downstairs. I have to admit I’m kind of having fun. I’d never been at a party of jocks and cheerleaders before and for a brief moment I feel like one of the cool kids.

It was a brief moment. The other cheerleaders begin to surround me as the cold solution begins to wear off. By around midnight Cinderella had turned into a pumpkin and my huge erection is back. Everyone can see it through my nylon costume. I can’t help it. I love the feel of nylon on my shaven legs and even my nether regions. One little touch and I would explode.

Beth is pushed aside as the jocks too begin to get close as to garner an audience. The other six cheerleaders lay me down and start to rub against my erection. One girl rubs her butt against my Wonder Woman clothed member. Oh god, not like this. My member explodes like it never has before and now I have white jism all inside my costume, some of it flowing down my pantyhosed legs like water. Everyone laughs at my predicament. I am totally mortified.

“Look at the little sissy,” yells one of the jocks. “He’s so excited he can’t control himself the little pansy.”

I look at Beth, the only sympathetic figure in the room and all she can do is cry. I don’t know what to do. I know I can’t stay here. I make a run towards the door and I can hear hysterical laughter as I run into the street. Geri was right; I am running like a sissy and I can feel the electrical impulses in my butt as I run. I have to get home before somebody sees me like this.

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I make it home in about a half hour. I’m in tears and I’m totally humiliated. I try to open the door and it’s locked. And I realized something to my horror. I left my wallet and keys with my clothes at Elaine’s. I bang on the door. Mom answers. “What the Hell… what did you do?” Mom is horrified that I’m dressed as a girl, and in a leotard of sorts at that.

My step-father, Bud, comes to the door. He takes one look at me from my frizzy sissified perm to the pantyhose clad pink toes encased in those open toe pumps. “You fag! Get out of here, you pansy, and don’t you come back!”

“But, where do I go?”

“ I don’t give a rat’s ass where you go. Go stay with the fags at the Cats Club, you homo!”

Mom didn’t say a word. She just stood at the door in tears looking as helpless as a kitten.

And I sulked away.

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I’d like to tell you the humiliation ends here, but alas, there is one more moment of humiliation yet to endure. I decide to try to see if Dad will take me in. Maybe he’ll take pity on me but I know Judy hates me. She’s hated me ever since they got married when I was six. Dad wanted to marry a woman with a lot of money and he got his wish and now he has to live with it. I would spend time there as a kid and it was there where I discovered my love of pantyhose. Judy never knew but I would try on her hosiery when I could sneak into her dressing room. Yeah, Judy has a dressing room, can you believe that? Anyway, she was always mean to me and I guess I was mean to her as well. And now I have to beg and grovel to her just to let me clean up and spend the night before I can figure out what to do next.

I guess I could go to Sally’s but she wouldn’t understand this; she’ll hate me as much as Bud does and, anyway. Her mother is an even bigger bitch than Judy, so that’s a no go.

I’m walking across town and hoping against hope nobody can see the cum stains on my sissy suit when a classic 55 Chevy rolls up. It’s Greg Martin, one of the linebackers, and he offers me a lift. I’m suspicious but what can I do? I guess the worst he can do is beat me up. I accept his offer.

He asks me where I’m going and I ask him to take me to Dad’s. He seems nice enough I guess. “So, I guess they gave you a hard time tonight, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I didn’t dare tell him what I thought about the whole setup lest I get beat up for sure.

I hear chuckles in the back seat and I realize something worse than getting beat up is about to happen. The car pulls into a parking lot where all the cheerleaders and jocks are again. Now the cheerleaders are back in their usual uniforms but now they are the audience. Now I’m about to be raped. “take off your clothes bitch so we can plug your ass,” demands Lenny Senfree, another one of the linebackers.

I’m helpless with about a dozen jocks surrounding me and I reluctantly begin to look for the zipper so I can obey the linebacker. I have nowhere to run as I can hear the cheers from the mean girls, well, most of them anyway. Because, a voice cries out among the salivating crowd.

“STOP!” cries Beth. “Haven't you done enough to him? Why don’t you just kill him and get it over with you apes?”

“God, since when do you have to be a goody two shoes?” asks Lenny. He looks at the other jocks. “Okay we’ll do this instead. They turn me on my back and play with my member again. “You better have another spurt, sissy or you will be raped.” That didn’t turn out to be a problem. I had my second orgasm of the night, almost as intense as the first one, and a new flow of semen was dripping down my legs.

“Oh god, you look so pathetic,” giggles Elaine.

Beth sobs like a baby which makes two of us. “Okay, have you guys had enough? I’m sorry Simon, I really am. They weren’t supposed to do this.”

“ You know what? Yeah, this is a little too much.” Geri too has had enough and it’s enough for the jocks and other five cheerleaders to finally leave me alone. Geri offers me a ride to my Dad’s and I reluctantly accept her offer.

We arrive at Dad’s around five in the morning. Geri and Beth again apologize to me but Geri also asks me a question. “For a while there, you really did enjoy it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, for a while, I did. I really do want to be a girl. But I guess it doesn’t matter now. Thanks for the ride. I exit the car but Beth stops me before I go into the yard.

“ Hey. I know what we did to you was unforgivable and maybe one day they’ll shave our heads for it. But, you know, wishes can come true. If you really want to become a sissy girl, I’ll help you become one, okay?” And with that she gave me a hug.

And we both cried again.

I can flash back to when I was thirteen. I was staying at Dad’s as he has visitation rights on weekends. I remember sneaking up into Judy’s dressing room while they were out and trying on her pantyhose. I didn’t dare do anything else because I wouldn’t have had time to clean up the mess if they suddenly returned. Not that it would have mattered much; Judy hates me and the feeling is mutual. But, oh did that pantyhose feel nice on my legs.

And now here I am standing at Dad’s door dressed as Wonder Woman. My entire body is hairless. My makeup is now no doubt making me look like Alice Cooper as I’ve been crying for hours. My hair is in a bad perm with bangs. My hoop earrings are still in place on my freshly pierced ears. And my pantyhose now has a run in it. On top of everything else, I am covered in my own semen after being rubbed to ejaculation twice while in my pantyhose, undergarments, and Wonder Woman costume. I’ve been thrown out of my home and now I have to grovel to Judy to let me stay for just one day so I can sleep and clean up and I’m looking like this. What can I do?

I ring the doorbell. Judy answers and takes a look at me. I’m thinking I’m going to be rejected here too, but at least I can say I tried. “Arnold! Someone’s at the door!” Judy is at her smart alecky best as usual.

Dad comes to the door. He takes one look at me. “My God, son. What did you do to yourself? Is that… semen?”

“Um… yeah. Some girls dressed me up like this for Halloween and then they made me orgasm- twice.”

Judy interjects, “And they shaved your legs too?”

I hang my head down. “They put hair remover all over my body. I just need a place to stay so I can clean up.”

“Why didn’t you go home to your Mommy?”

“ Bud threw me out. He called me a fag.”

“Well, aren’t you one.”

“No, I’m …a… a… sissy.” I hang my head in shame yet again.

By now Dad has had enough. “Oh, Jesus Christ, get out of here before I…”

Judy gives Dad a stern look and then she takes another look at me. “ So, you’re a sissy huh? Sigh, I should have known. Come on in.”

Judy’s letting me in the house? Dad wants me to get lost and Judy’s letting me come in? Am I in bizarro world?

Judy tells me to follow her into the dressing room. She wants to talk with me. She also gives me some makeup remover so I can take off my now frightful looking makeup. Only my pink nails look immaculate now.

I guess I should tell you a little more about Judy. Besides not being my biggest fan and absolutely despising Mom for whatever reasons, she’s also very loaded. She pulls in about a half million a year working as the CEO of Happy Girl Cosmetics. Happy Girl is one of twelve subsidiaries of the Stone Corporation. More on that later. Judy has always had a sardonic personality, at least with me, but she is also rather stunning with her platinum blonde hair and statuesque build. She’s always immaculately made up and keeps her nails shaped and polished bright red to match her lipstick. And, of course, she loves wearing pantyhose. I think that’s her one saving grace. In fact she makes all the women wear pantyhose at the company. It’s in the dress code.

The makeup is now off my face and now I only look silly with my bad perm and with no eyebrows. I’m still wearing my soiled Wonder Woman costume with my falsies still glued on. Fortunately, Judy has some glue remover and both my falsies and my heels are soon off. I still have the soiled costume on while Judy questions me. “So what happened exactly, Simon.” She seems strangely sympathetic.

“Well, one of the cheerleaders asked me to go to a Halloween party with her.” I’m still holding back tears. “I thought I was going to be Batman and I ended up like… like… this.”

“They did do a number on you, didn’t they?”

“I was really pretty Judy, I really was. But then they rubbed me to… um…”

“An orgasm?” Judy observes the mess that was my Wonder Woman costume.

“Yeah, and then the football players were going to rape me until one of the other cheerleaders stopped them. Then they brought me to orgasm again after Bud threw me out and called me a fag. I’m not a fag, Judy, honest.”

“I know, honey.” Judy was being sympathetic. “Tell me something, Simon. Do you really want to be one of those girl sissies? I don’t mean one of those whimpering prissy sissies, I mean do you really want to look like a real girl.”

I never told anyone this in my life. I was always afraid of rejection. But now there was no turning back. “Yes Judy. I even used to sneak in here and…”

“Try on my pantyhose? Yeah, I know.” Judy has a faint smile on her face.

My eyes opened wide. “You knew? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“ Well, I guess I thought you were just trying to get your rocks off and I didn't want to embarrass you. And I guess I was afraid Bud would beat the living daylights out of you.” She’s right, if he knew, he would have. “ The depilatory. Did you see what brand they used?”

“No. All I know for sure was that it was pink.”

“That sounds like our Happy Girl hair remover. That means you’ll be hairless for a couple more days. Good.”

“Good?”

“ Yeah. Look, why don’t you take a shower and I’ll, uh, throw these things away. I’ll get your father to give you a shirt and pants to wear until we can get your own clothes. Meanwhile why don’t you put on a pair of pajamas when you get out of the shower?” Judy pulls out a satin pair of pajama pants with a matching top. Both are lavender. “ I think I can find a pair of panties that will fit you too, then we can talk after you get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks Judy.”

“No, thank you. I think you gave me a reason to be here.”

That was an odd thing to say. In any event I rip off my clothes and jump in the shower. It is the best shower I’ve ever had in my life. I washed off all the sticky semen off my body and washed my permed hair the best I could even though I probably wasn’t supposed to. Now I’ll probably look even sillier. They’ll probably have to shave my head. It’s just as well. I asked for it anyway.

Now I’m clean and I put on a pair of Judy’s nylon panties and I get hard again. Just what I need. I get even harder when I put on the lavender pajamas, but I’m too tired to jerk off. I’m asleep as soon as I hit the pillow. Judy sees my hard on too.

And as I fall into slumberland, I can see a big happy grin and maybe even a tear of joy on her face.

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It’s a little before one when I wake up. I’ve slept maybe seven hours straight. Maybe it was all a bad nightmare.

I walk into the bathroom and I look in the mirror. I look horrible. My hair is a mess of curls in whatever direction. I have no eyebrows. Of course I now have no makeup on either so I really do look like a effeminate freak. Is this what a prissy sissy looks like?

I look down and I can see I’m still hairless from the face down. My toes are still polished with a beautiful shade of hot pink. I’m wearing Judy’s lavender satin pajamas and something hits me. Why is Judy being so kind to me after all those years of hostility?

I freshen up and Judy calls me down for lunch. I’m still in Judy’s pajamas and I find a pair of her fuzzy slippers to wear. The food is nothing special, just some soup and crackers. Dad is eating too and he is looking at me with disgust. Judy is looking at him with disdain on her own end.

“Arnold. Did you expect to be living the life of Riley because you married someone with a lot of money? You should consider yourself lucky you don’t look like him.” Judy looked at me. “Nothing personal, dear, you look nice. I’m just trying to make a point to your gold digging father.

My gold digging father answers in his usual fashion. “No, dear, of course not.” He quietly eats his soup. He has a football game to watch anyway.

But not with his son because Judy has me upstairs in her dressing room again. And she tells me the score.

“Okay, so I talked with your mother. There is no way Bud is going to let you back and, frankly, I don’t want you to go back. Bud is an abusive bastard and I’m fearing for your safety right now. ”

“Okay.” I don’t know what to say after that

“Just know that your mother loves you very much and she reluctantly agrees that what I have in mind is in your best interests.” Judy is obviously leading up to something. “ I think you should live here with me and your father but there are going to be some conditions.”

Now comes the punch line and I’m bracing myself. “Okay, I guess you’re going to tell me to shave my head first.”

“Oh, heavens no, far from it, honey.” Judy is looking sympathetic again. “But your hair can’t stay like this either. Anyway, here’s the plan. Your facial and body hair should start growing back tomorrow. You won’t be allowed to shave anything for three weeks because it has to be long enough for Thelma to permanently remove everything.”

“Remove everything?”

“Uh huh. Even the eyebrows, but she’ll tattoo some pretty new ones on. You’ll look really cute, I promise. She’s also going to fix up your hair but it needs to be softened first. Here, put this in your hair.” She hands me a body of conditioner. “Rub it all in real good. I want your hair to be wet like you just washed it.”

I don’t get it but I do as she says. She combs my hair and it does seem slightly easier to comb. My hair is actually flat, albeit temporarily. She quickly has me put on a wig cap before the horrid curls can come back to life.

“Perfect. Now put this on.” Judy gives me a vintage looking wig straight from the sixties. It is an auburn collar model and is styled sort of like Jill St John. I guess I really am looking silly now. “ Excellent. You can wear that when you’re home after school and on the weekends until we can get your own hair styled so pretty, hopefully on Thanksgiving.”

“Maybe I can wear this to school?” I’m dreading showing up to school with my hairdo from hell.

“No, I’m afraid not. For one thing, you’re still a boy and anyway, I’m sure the jerks will just try to pull your wig off anyway. You’re going to have to be a boy for the next three weeks I’m afraid, but I’m going to talk to the principal to make sure you’re not hassled by the kids as you go through your transition.”

“Transition?”

“Yes. If you agree to this, you’ll be a full fledged girl sissy by the time school starts back up in January but you’re going to have to trust me on this. That means, of course, you’ll have to have an operation.”

“Operation. You mean my penis?”

“Yes. Dr. Pandora can tell you more about this but basically your penis will be tucked inside your body and you’ll be given a sissy clit that you can urinate out of. You won’t be able to orgasm unless you have intercourse with a boy, and you will be in constant arousal. All sissies are, even the prissy ones.”

This is getting to be a little much at this point. I don’t know whether to run out of the house or jump at the chance to become a bonafide girl sissy. “Um…”

“ Yes, I think I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s concentrate on the next three weeks for now. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“So I’m keeping you here tomorrow. You’ll go back to school as a boy on Tuesday with the mop that is presently your real hair unfortunately. Your body and facial hair will have to grow for the next three weeks so you’ll have to wear all boy clothes until Thanksgiving after which we’ll begin the transition. Okay? Do you agree to this.”

“Yes. Um, what do I call you?” Sissies have been known to have to refer to their mistresses as Mistress or Mumsy or something else humiliating.

“You’re going to call me Judy, silly. Yes, I guess I’m technically your mistress and you’ll have to do what I say, but you’re the one who has to decide how you want to look or even if you want to go all the way with this. I do hope you will. I’ve always wanted a daughter, even if it is a step-daughter.”

“Does that mean we’re going to be friends?”

"I think so.” Judy smiles at me and then exclaims. “Well, you don’t have to be a boy until Tuesday, so why don’t we get you dressed up? Hang on, I’ll be back.” Judy goes downstairs for something. I look in the standing mirror and I see my hairless body and lack of eyebrows in the reflection. I’m still ugly but at least the wig looks nice. It really is pretty.

Judy comes back up with a large glass of what looks like a pink milkshake. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes, honey, it’s a sissy cocktail. You’ll drink one of these every day for breakfast until your operation when your new organs will take over your transition into a beautiful woman. Drink it slow, okay? Really enjoy it.”

I take a sip of it as Judy grabs the nail polish remover. She’s removing the polish from my toes. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m just changing the shade a little. Is there any color you’d like to try? Red? A darker pink maybe?”

I’m feeling a little giddy and even girly as I sip the cocktail. It tastes like strawberry. “I don’t know. Can I see what you have?”

Judy shows me about thirty different shades including the one I had on. I choose a pinkish purple tinted polish that looks kind of shimmery.

“Oh. That’s a good choice, Simon. Oh yes, we have to change your name too. I was going to name my daughter Suzie if I had had one. What do you think?”

“Suzie’s fine.”

“Excellent, we’ll call you Suzie Lavender from now on.”

“Suzie Lavender? Shouldn’t I be Suzie Fornsby?”

“Sissies always have girly last names. That’s what separates them from the more conventional women. The guys love it too.”

That’s true. The guys do seem to go ga ga for the sissies more than the real girls. Probably because they do look and act more girly. So I guess I’ll be Suzie Lavender from now on, or at least after the operation. Meanwhile what does Judy have in store for me today?

After we choose the makeup I’ll be wearing, Judy finds an appropriate dress for me to wear. She even has a pair of small breast forms, B cups I think. I like them a lot better than the grotesque ones the cheerleaders had me put on. Judy applies a spirit glue on my chest and I have breasts again. I still have half my sissy cocktail left and I know I’m going to become a cocktail addict. And that somehow excites me.

Judy teaches me how to apply the fuschia nail polish on my toes. My stomach has butterflies and I’m not even paying attention to my erection. The fingernails are next, then I have to put the clothes on. I put on matching pink bra and panties, both made of satin. Judy has me put a sash around my penis first and she tucks the sash under so as to not only hide any bulge but to prevent another embarrassing situation like last night. I put on a pair of sheer shiny white pantyhose and my cute fuchsia toes are peeking through the sandal foot nylon. Then I put on a cute black mini dress with a white top. Judy applies my makeup as she expertly puts on silver eye shadow. The usual black eyeliner and mascara, a creamy foundation and face powder, and the final touch- luscious hot pink lips to match my fuchsia nails. Judy has me stand up to the mirror and I’m a sight to see,

I see my reflection after I put on the silver heels I had on last night (Judy doesn’t have a pair in my size-yet). It’s the only think that looks odd as I look at myself. I’m beautiful again. My hairless legs are encased in shimmery white pantyhose and my fuchsia toes are peeking out. My fingers match the toes. I am wearing a sleeveless white top to show off my still hairless arms and underarms. The top is attacked to a frilly short black skirt. My face is again immaculate with my shiny hot pink lips dominating my silvery eyes and cream complexion. I again have thin drawn eyebrows and I look girly again. Best is the Jill St John wig. I look like a real girl. I start to cry with tears of joy. “Don’t cry, Suzie, dear, you’ll mess up your mascara.” Of course Judy is right; I don’t want to look like Alice Cooper again.

Judy puts studs in my pierced ears and tells me they have to stay in for three weeks. It’s the one concession I’ll have when I have to dress as a boy again. I’m sprayed with Love’s Baby Soft and I smell like a flower. A bracelet is added and I’m ready to go.

And I’m going to Sunday dinner in public to Dad’s dismay and Judy’s glee. Of course I’m very nervous but Judy assures me she’ll stay close. She tells me not to talk in the meantime; she can teach me how to sound like a girl later. We eat dinner at a family restaurant and no one can even imagine that I’m a boy. A couple boys are even admiring my rather attractive legs. I’m so going to miss that when I’m back at school.

We also stop off at the mall so Judy can buy me a couple pair of shoes. I end up with a pair of pink tennis shoes that I’ll probably wear with shorts on weekends. A pair of white two inch heels with open toe, and a pair of closed toe black heels. Judy says I’ll eventually have dress heels of every color plus a handful of flats for more casual attire. By now the cocktail has kicked in and I feel so much like a girl. Yes, I’m still aroused but I can control it with my penis encased in the sash. I’m not going to be humiliated this time.

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We get home around nine o clock. Judy and Dad have to work tomorrow. I’m going to work with Judy tomorrow as Suzie before I have to go back to school as Simon on Tuesday. In the meantime. I put on my bed things. This time I’m in a pink baby doll nightie with bloomers. My pantyhose is off but I’m rubbing my gorgeous legs with baby oil, something that will become a nightly ritual after my permanent hair removal. I feel so happy and I think I’ll be ready to face the world when I have to go back to school on Tuesday.

Judy tucks me into bed. “Goodnight, Suzie. Get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow. I’ll show you around work and we have to go shopping for clothes. Soon, you’ll have a bigger wardrobe than that rich bitch cheerleader Elaine Stone.”

I’m thinking I can only hope as Judy kisses me on the forehead.

I’m waking up and wondering if my nightmare has turned into a wonderful dream and now I’ll be waking up in my old bed and hear Bud yelling at Mom again.

But, no, I’m in Judy’s bed in her dressing room and I’m dressed up in a pink baby doll nightie with bloomers. My nails are still shimmering with two coats of fuchsia nail polish. Of course I still have the perm from Hell but even that feels just a tad bit softer. Now all I have to do is to look in the mirror.

My makeup is gone and thus, my eyelashes, but my face is covered in cold cream. That figures to be another nightly ritual for me from now on. In the meantime, I admire my smooth hairless legs and feel sad that I have to let the hair grow back. Even sadder that I have to return to school tomorrow.

Judy enters the room to tell me we have to get ready. Judy has to be at work in two hours. She has been up for over an hour already as she had to pretty herself up before she could pretty me up.

First we have to get dressed. I change my underwear. Now I’m wearing a blue nylon bra and panty set. My B cup breast forms are again glued on. “It won’t be long before you don’t need these anymore,” assures Judy. She smooths my legs with baby oil to make sure there is no hair yet. She expects hair to start showing up as early as tonight. “Still totally, smooth, good.” She hands me a pair of tan pantyhose, all shimmery as usual and I pull them up each leg and over my blue pantied hips and waist. As usual my fuchsia toes are saying hi to me through the hose and I have an enormous erection.

“Uh, Judy.”

“Yeah, I was afraid of that. Pull down your hose and panties honey. I think I got something.” Judy goes to the dresser and find a spray that looks like Solarcaine. She sprays it on my member and boy is it cold. It also shrinks my penis down to nothing even though I still feel aroused. This lets Judy put my penis into the sash and she ties it to a string between my butt cheeks and around my waist. Now, I’ll be smooth all day. “ The best part is, you’ll still feel very horny. You won’t be able to do anything about it, not until you get home anyway.”

“You’re going to let me masturbate?”

“Oh, I have to, honey. I can’t leave you frustrated all night. That would be inhumane.” Judy’s kindness this weekend has so overwhelmed me. I never would have thought.

The panties and pantyhose are back up and I put on a frilly white blouse. This one is short sleeve so I won’t be exposing my sexy smooth underarms, darn it. Then again, I am going to a place of business, aren’t I? I slip on a black skirt that goes maybe two inches above the knee. That’s long for me and Judy remarks the same. “ I know you like mini-skirts, and I encourage mini-skirts at the workplace but a girl always likes to try different lengths.” She promises this skirt will be the longest I’ll ever have to wear so I’ll always get to show off my pantyhosed legs. The black heels that we bought yesterday are put on and I have to say I look pretty stunning, well, my body does anyway.

Judy sits me at the vanity while she teaches me how to put on makeup. She draws on my thinly arched eyebrows again and teaches me how to apply eye liner and mascara. She wants me to put the mascara on thick so I look demure. I then put on the silver eye shadow again and touch it up with some sea green like I wore yesterday. I’m also applying a medium foundation to my face, a little bit of bronzer, and some pink rouge. My face looks kind of shiny, cool.

Judy pulls out a new lipstick. “Let’s see how you look in red lipstick.” She has me apply the lipstick as I look in the mirror. It has a glimmery shine to it just like the fuchsia one did. I have to say I look pretty sultry. I think fuchsia makes me look cuter though.

Judy covers my bad perm with the solution she used yesterday to flatten the curls and the wig cap is put on. I’m wearing the Jill St John wig again. Judy replaces my studs with a pair of small hoop earrings to look tasteful. Now I get to look in the standing mirror before we eat breakfast.

And I do look hot, I’m standing in three inch dress heels. They’re not open toe so I can't see my pretty toes, darn it, but I still have my beautiful fuchsia fingernails to admire. My black skirt is fairly tight and two inches above the knee, enough to show off my tan pantyhose that is covering my still smooth and baby oiled legs. I am wearing the prettiest white blouse with short sleeves and with ruffles on the front. My B-cups are big enough for people to think I have breasts. Finally I look at my reflection. My Auburn Jill St John wig looks great and I can’t wait to be able to show off my real hair when they get the bad perm out. My eyes are sultry looking with the mascara and modest eye-shadow and I have the shiniest red lips. I look like I’m ready for a night on the town.

And we’re ready for breakfast but first, Judy hands me a small purse. She says I can take this to school tomorrow if I want. It has the essentials, money, some makeup though I won’t be using it for a few weeks though I may need to today, and some other assorted girly things. I am going to look weird tomorrow but I don’t care. At least I know I’ll have a link to my near future.

We have a quick breakfast and I have to eat light again. This time I have some cottage cheese and a slice of cantaloupe with the usual sissy cocktail. Judy teaches me how to eat in a ladylike fashion which isn’t easy for me. It helps that I have another sissy cocktail to drink though as that helps me get into the ladylike vibe.

We get into Judy’s Lincoln Continental and Judy drives us to her company, Happy Girl Cosmetics. She talks to me while she’s driving. “You know, of course, that sissies aren’t allowed to drive. People, especially men, are expected to drive them anywhere they want to go.”

“Do people really want to do that?”

“I guarantee you the men will. Even if you don’t put out, and you shouldn’t unless you’re really in love or at least you like the guy a lot, they’ll jump at the chance to chauffeur a pretty sissy. “

“ Well, that’s good to know at least”

“Oh, Suzie. You don’t how excited this makes me feel. I have so much to teach you. And you’re so smart; look what you’ve picked up on already. You’re going to make a beautiful sissy.”

We pull into the reserved parking space at Happy Girl Cosmetics and we enter the lobby. The receptionist is already there. “Hello, Judy”, the perky sissy with the southern accent greets with a pleasant smile. “Who’s your daughter?”

“Hi, Dixie. This is my daughter, Suzie Lavender.”

Dixie gasps in excitement. “You have a sissy in training?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll give you the details later. Suzie was my step son until Saturday but he really wants to be a sissy girl and I’m as pleased as punch.”

“How about you, Suzie. Are pleased as punch too?”

“Yes, I am. I’ve never been this happy in my life,” I have the biggest grin on my face because it’s so true.

Dixie squeals at my sincerity. “Oh, she’s so darling. When’s the operation?”

“Christmas,” Judy says. “We have to tidy up a few things first thanks to a few mean cheerleaders.” Judy glances forlornly at my wig knowing what's underneath.

“Well, you have to come visit us, Suzie. We’re all sissies here.”

“Really?” I ask.

“About sixty of them, Suzie,” smiles Judy. “And they’re all wonderful. Well, better get to the office. I have to show Suzie around and we’re going shopping for clothes during lunch.”

Dixie looks excited. “Oh, can I show her around? Uh, she is a her right?”

“Not yet but she will be. Yes, I’ll send Peggy down in an hour and you can tell her everything about here and the operation.”

I look at Dixie. “You had the operation?”

Dixie giggles. “Of course, silly, we all have. What do you think makes us sissies?”

We go upstairs to Judy’s office. She explains things to me as she prepares for the new week. Her own secretary, Rhonda, isn’t in as of yet, but the secretarial pool is getting full. They take a look at Judy’s new charge (me) and start going and gushing. “Oh, she’s so pretty, Judy, where did you find her?” They think I’m her new conversion it seems.

“Oh you wouldn’t believe me if I told you, Janet. This is Suzie, my soon to be daughter. “

“Hi, Suzie,” the sissies say in unison.

I can’t say anything. I’m so overwhelmed by the friendly welcome. It’s as if I belong here. And, yes, a guy would go bonkers looking at all of these cute sissies and their pantyhosed legs. I’m only going to be a guy for a couple more months, tops, and I’m in love already. I get what Judy was saying in the car. I’d take these sweeties anywhere they asked.

We get to Judy’s office just in time for Rhonda to show up. “Sorry, I’m late, Judy. Boris was complaining about his breakfast again. Who’s your friend?”

“Oh, this is my soon to be daughter, Suzie.” I wave Hi. “ You really need to tell Boris the facts of life honey. I mean I know sissies are supposed to take care of their man but their man’s supposed to take care of them too.”

“I know but I love him.”

I take a look at Rhonda and I wonder why he doesn’t love her apparently. I mean, she’s gorgeous. She’s a couple inches taller than me and looks stunning with her forties style hairdo. Her lips are even redder than mine if that’s possible. She has large breasts which most guys would jump at and her legs are to die for. She’s wearing a pencil skirt with black hosiery, pantyhose I assume. She’s really stunning.

We get into Judy’s office as she explains the set up to me. “As you see, we’re all on a first name basis here. Yes, I’m the boss, but nobody, and I mean nobody is referred to here as Miss, Mrs., or Mr. “

“Men work here too?”

“Well, not many, obviously, but three of our executives are men and we have a couple janitors. All the other executives are women though and all the secretaries are sissies of course. They really are a sorority. You’d fit right in.”

“You want me to be a secretary?”

“If you want, sweetie, sure, but you have to finish school first. And I want you to go to college too, even if it’s part time.”

The hour flies past as Judy tells me about the business and the line of cosmetics. All the cosmetics at the house are all from Happy Girl and the clothing is from her sister’s company, Lovely Woman. There is also a line that caters to sissies called Dainty Sissy. That’s where we’re going after lunch.

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It’s ten o’clock and I touch up my makeup from my little purse and go down to the receptionist's desk. Dixie is there to greet me. “Hello, Suzie, ready to go on a tour?”

“Yes, I’m really excited.”

“This is Peggy.” Peggy was sent down to relieve Dixie while she showed me around. She’s a black sissy with a Diahann Carroll like hairstyle. She’s wearing a turtleneck sweater and a plaid mini skirt, and, of course, the pantyhose.

Peggy waves hi and bye with a smile and we’re off to check out some of the offices. I also get a look at the bubbly Dixie, who looks like she’s about thirty. She has gorgeous golden brown hair that is curled just perfectly. Like I hope to have, she has bangs and no one could ever accuse her of being a man or what passes as a real woman in Mippa. Women just don’t wear hair that pretty anymore. She’s immaculately made up like all the other sissies but what stands out besides her large and yet tasteful Dolly Parton breasts, is her micro mini skirt that shows off her gorgeous nude pantyhosed gams. She has open toe heels and you can see her peach toes looking at the owner lovingly. I know I shouldn’t but I think I have a crush on her.

“So are you married, Dixie? I ask.

“No, sweetie. I do have a boyfriend though. I like to call him Fang. He’s so adorable.” Dixie shows me some of the offices and we meet a couple of the executives like Janet Foster for example. She runs the Eye Shadow division and, like the sissies, she’s dressed in a skirt and pantyhose although the skirt is considerably longer, a little under the knee actually, like Judy’s is. We also refer to her as Janet per Judy’s first name basis rule. As we say our goodbyes, Dixie mentions, “That’s how you can tell the women from the sissies. I wouldn’t be caught dead in a skirt that long and if Janet had her way, she wouldn’t wear a skirt at all, but Judy’s rules you know.”

It is true of course. Women in Mippa don’t like to wear dresses. Of course they have to sometimes for work and special occasions, but all of the female teachers at school and most of the girl students wear jeans or slacks. It’s not that they’re not feminine. They just like to dress for comfort.

We are done with the tour and we stop at the canteen for some refreshments. Judy said I could have a candy bar before lunch but I have to watch my calories. Dixie instructs me to eat the candy bar slow and daintily like a sissy should. I have so much to learn.

Dixie mentioned something about an operation earlier and I have a pretty good idea what it will entail already. But I am a bit nervous about it, so I ask, “Dixie, was the operation hard?”

“No, not really. What they do is open a passageway like a vagina and they tuck your penis in over the skin, You still get an erection but you can only ejaculate when you’re being penetrated. They also take out your genitals and replace them with larger ones that only emit female hormones. That’s why we sissies are so desirable looking. Then they place two large pouches inside your ass cheeks so when a guy shoots his load in you, it goes right to the hips- literally.” We both giggle at that. I think the sissy cocktail is kicking in.

“ Did the hormones give you your, um…”

“Big tits. Of course. It’s a DNA thing that you work out with your doctor. Are you getting Dr. Pandora?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, she’s darling. Well, she asks you how you want to look. You can get even bigger boobs than me or you can get an A-cup if you don’t like boobs. It’s all up to you. “

“Well these falsies are a little too small, but yours are, well…”

“Too big (giggle)? That’s okay. You probably want a C cup then. Then everyone knows you have boobs but you don’t look like some porn star. That’s kind of sweet actually. Anyway, when you get the operation, make sure you have a vibrator handy because you’re going to produce a lot of sissy juice with your new ovaries.”

“Ovaries?”

“Well they’re not really ovaries, but the doctor calls them sissy ovaries because they produce so much sissy juice.”

I have to get back upstairs to go shopping but I ask one more question about the operation. “Dixie, what’s the recovery time? I mean, is it going to hurt?”

Oh, no, honey, not at all.” Dixie holds my hand for assurance. “ They’ll put you under of course, but you won’t feel any pain at all. It takes about two weeks to recover and then you never look back. Oh, one more thing, when you have sex with a guy, he can’t get his rocks off until you do and that’s the most beautiful thing about being a sissy. I haven’t met a sissy that hasn’t worn hot pants after getting laid. You feel so girly the next day.” We both have a giggle and I go back to Judy’s office. I think I have a new friend.

SUZIE GOES SHOPPING WITH JUDY

It’s been an exhilarating morning at Happy Girl Cosmetics. I’ve fallen in love with all the sissy secretaries, especially Dixie, but now it’s time I get my own wardrobe. First I go in the bathroom to freshen up. They actually have a bathroom just for the sissies since they aren’t really women and they certainly aren’t men. Right now, I’m neither, but Judy thinks the sissies room is okay. School could be another matter, of course, since they don’t have sissy bathrooms there.

So I freshen up my makeup and I take another look at my refection. My feet are a little sore from wearing black heels all morning but I don’t mind at all. I’d much rather wear them than those ugly boy tennis shoes. So I admire myself in my Auburn Jill St John wig and my immaculate makeup with my luscious red lips. I have little hoop earrings in my, well, ears. I’m wearing a frilly white blouse with ruffles on the front along with a black skirt that goes to about two inches above the knee. I’m wearing glossy tan pantyhose and my fuchsia fingernails still are holding up. Of course my toes are the same color but I can’t see them with my closed toe heels. I also feel a tinge of sadness since I know I have to take this all off, including the fingernail polish, tonight before bed. I have to go to school as Simon tomorrow and all the talk will be about the humiliation I suffered at the hands of the cheerleaders.

And I notice something interesting about the sissies at Happy Girl. You would think that most sissies would sound like Minnie Mouse, but guess what? They have the same range of voices that a normal woman would have. Some of have deep voices like Cher and others have voices like, well, Minnie Mouse. I hope I can get a girly voice like maybe Lucille Ball before she started sounding like Cruella Deville or something.

Judy drives to a large clothing store that caters to sissies known as the Dainty Sissy. They have everything from satin and nylon underwear to luxurious pantyhose and stockings to dress outfits and even bathing attire and aerobic outfits. They even sell purses and I get Judy to buy me an embroidered vinyl pink pocketbook. We also get ten different outfits of dresses, skirts, blouses and even a pair of shiny black leggings that I can wear during casual downtime. Debbie, the owner, says it’s fun to wear tight leggings because it enables a sissy to show off her cute caboose. I can’t argue with that.

We also get three pairs of hot pants that I’ll either wear on casual occasions, or I can dress up to the hilt in after I, well, get lucky with a guy I guess. I told her what Dixie said about sissies liking to show off everything after they had sex with a guy.

“Yes, I imagine you do feel like a girly girl when a guy has his way with you (sigh).” It sounds like Judy doesn’t get lucky with Dad very much.

I’ve been trying clothes on all afternoon and I’m costing Judy a small fortune but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact she wants to look at swimwear and exercise wear. She’s wanting me to do aerobics after my operation, probably in January. I see something I like already. It’s a shiny blue sleeveless leotard with pink shiny tights. Debbie lets me try it on. I look so cute in the aerobics outfit. Judy says I’ll knock them all dead at aerobics. I think I just might.

We buy two more leotards, one in black and another in hot pink. We also get two more pair of shiny tights. Then we go to the swimsuits where Judy buys me two hot looking one pieces as well as a skimpy bikini that I won’t get to wear until I’m fully developed, hopefully by the summer (the hormones are said to work fast).

We finish our shopping with ten pairs of pantyhose, most of them are either in nude or tan but we also buy a white pair, a black pair, and a pair of blue opaque hose. I’m afraid to look at the bill. We finish off with ten matching bra and panty sets, a couple body briefers, a pair of lavender pajamas like the one I wore last weekend and a cute blue baby doll nightie with bloomers for bedtime. Judy says we’ll be buying some more clothes too before Christmas. I love shopping.

We’re not quite done yet. We go to the shoe store where I get three more pairs of shoes, two of them heels and a pair of flats. We also get a cheap pair of sandals for when I wear shorts. By the time we’re done, I have a pretty sizable wardrobe.

So we head home just in time for dinner. Judy ordered out for Chinese food because we were running so late and Dad can’t cook. Dad still has a hard time looking at his new daughter. Judy tells him to wait until I take the makeup off and have to go back as Simon. I really dread having to do that but if I want to never have to shave again, this is what I have to do.

Dinner is over and Judy reluctantly has me change back into my boy clothes. My makeup is removed and the studs are put back into my ears where the earrings were. My nail polish is removed but Judy does apply a clear nail polish so at least my nails will grow into pretty tapered ones, even while I’m Simon. “There are some concessions we can make, I think, Suzie.” She’s still calling me Suzie at least.

At least I can sleep in the lavender pajamas, but that’s about as far as Judy will go for the next three weeks. I wear a wig cap to bed to keep the bad perm at bay. Maybe it won’t look so bad when I go to school tomorrow. Judy tucks me in.

“Judy?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“It’s going to be really bad tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“Probably, honey. But you know what? Just because you’re a sissy doesn’t mean you’re not strong. When they start taunting you, you just tell them all to go to Hell, okay?”

“Okay. Judy?

“Yes?”

“Thank you for letting me do this. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

“I know, honey. It going to be a horrible three weeks, I know. But when it’s all over, your ugly duckling wings will be gone- forever. Now get some sleep, sugar.” Judy kisses me on the forehead. “ I love you, Suzie.”

“I love you too- Mom.”

(Not a lot of crossdressing here but important to the arc of our story)

It was the best two days of my life after suffering the worst night of my life but now it was time to be Simon again. The only remnants of Suzie are the studs Judy put in my earlobes so the holes don’t close and the clear nail polish Judy put on so my nails would grow. At least I should be able to claw Greg Martin in a few days. Of course I still have the perm from Hell too and I have drawn in eyebrows but no makeup otherwise. And, of course, I have to wear my boy clothes again. Mom had somebody drop them off at Judy’s last night. And, most importantly I guess, the hair on my face and body is growing back just as Judy predicted it would. I’m a wimpy boy again.

Judy drops me off at school and the first people to greet me are three of the jocks that tried to rape me Saturday Night. “Hey, there goes Wonder Woman,” one says as he feigns a limp wrist. Don’t let them get to you, Simon. You’ll be Suzie Lavender again soon and then they can’t mess with you.

Of course the whole school knows what happened and students and teachers alike are either looking at me with sympathy or pity or either they're looking at me in disgust or laughter. But I don’t feel humiliated, not anymore. Not after living for two days as a real sissy girl.

Of course I don’t know how I’ll face Sally. She’s my best friend, or at least she was, but she can’t understand this, can she? I guess I’m going to find out because Sally finds me at lunch. “ S-Simon? I’m so sorry. I never thought the cheerleaders would do that to you. If I knew I never would have told you to call Megan’s bluff like that. “

“It’s okay, Sally, you didn’t know. Besides, I think you did me a favor.”

“In what way.”

“Sally, I have a confession to make. I don’t like being a guy.”

“Well, I know that.”

“No, what I’m trying to say is, before they did what they did to me, I was really enjoying being Wonder Woman.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and my step-monster isn’t a monster at all. She dressed me up as a sissy for two days, and I met a bunch of other sissies that work for my step-mother. And, um, well, I’m one of them.”

“Are you saying you’re a sissy girl?”

“Yeah.”

Sally looks at me, shows a faint smile, and gives me a bear hug. She’s accepting me, I think.

Then I know she’s accepting me because the next things she says is, “This is so exciting. Now we can go shopping together and do all the girl things that girls do. We can do pajama parties.”

“We can do each other’s nails.”

“Yeah. I mean I know I’m just a girl, not a sissy, but that doesn’t matter, does it?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Is your step-mother going to let you dress up again?”

I told Sally about the plans to transform me for good on Thanksgiving and then the operation that’s to take place during the Christmas holidays.

“Oh, so cool. Hey, I want to be there when they do your makeover. What are they going to do with your, um, hair?”

“Judy is putting some kind of softener on it so it’s easier to style when the time comes. I’ll probably end up with a real pretty hairdo.”

“ I so want to see that. I bet you’re really pretty, Simon.”

“Uh, you better call me Suzie from now on, because that’s who I’m going to be; Suzie Lavender.”

“Suzie Lavender; I like that name.” We hug again and my new best friend is the same as the old one.

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Three weeks have passed and it’s the last day of school before Thanksgiving. I now have a small beard and I have enough hair on my body for it to be pretty obvious. Judy says it should be easy to permanently remove every strand of hair from my face and body. I’ll again be as hairless as a newborn baby only this time it will be forever. Of course the mop on my head is another matter. Technically it’s even longer than Sally’s bob, but it’s still a curly mess from the bad perm the cheerleaders gave me. It is a lot softer though since I’ve been putting the conditioner on every day after school. Judy has been letting me wear the Jill St John wig at home but I hopefully won’t be having to wear it after tomorrow. I still am using the clear nail polish and my nails actually look pretty feminine. I’m also still taking the sissy cocktail every morning and even though I’m an ugly boy on the outside, I feel like a beautiful sissy girl on the inside. It’s just that it’s getting more and more difficult to act like a boy, even a wimpy one.

Despite the occasional taunts from some of the students, I’ve been pretty much left alone. In fact, except for Beth, who is the one friendly face, the Cheerleaders have been steering away from me like the plague. I heard a rumor that it had something to do with Josie Farber and the girls soccer team threatening to kick the cheerleaders’ asses if they messed with me. The teachers too have laid off now that they know I’m actually in transition as Judy has made it clear to the school. They have been put on notice that I’ll be returning to school as Suzie on Monday after Thanksgiving break. And I will be treated with the respect as a sissy girl should be or else. There are laws in place that protect girl sissies from harassment by closed minded people.

It’s my last night as Simon and I’m getting more and more excited about tomorrow. Judy says I’m going to be pampered like I’ve never been before. I’m going to go through the whole hair removal routine all over again only this time, it will be much more gentle and loving. Sally is going to be there to keep me company and Judy says there might be another surprise. I only wish there was a way for me to stop my erection but, of course, you don’t want to do that because, after the operation, it won’t matter and you will want to be a bit horny. So I masturbate occasionally when I get overly excited. Judy expects me to do that every night before I do the operation because it will make dressing up easier afterwards.

We’re eating dinner. I’ve lost ten pounds since the Halloween encounter and, while I’m even wimpier as a boy, I’m just about at the perfect weight for a girl sissy my size. It’s frustrating that the sissy cocktail hasn’t even given me even an inch of shapely hip or boob. That takes a few years if you just take the cocktail I’m afraid. All it really does is make you act rather effeminate and make you either want to dress up as a girl (thank god in my case) or become a whimpering prissy sissy in diapers (the punishment scenario).

Dad, or Arnold as I’ve been calling him lately, talks to me for the first time since he saw me as Wonder Woman. Dad has wanted to throw me out for weeks but he dares not try because he knows Judy would give him his papers. Even though Henry Stone also happens to be the father of Elaine and even though Henry knows Judy has great disdain for his daughter, albeit for good reason, he also has her back and Arnold knows it.

“So, I guess this is your last day as Simon, huh?”

“Yep. You’re losing a son and gaining a daughter.”

“What I’m gaining is a freak.”

Judy is about to tell Arnold to knock it off but now I, Simon, am going to tell him how I feel for maybe the first time in my life.”

“Well, Dad! Since I won’t be Simon much longer. Maybe I can tell you what a mess you made out of my life. You dumped Mom because you thought she was rich and it turned out she wasn’t. I think that’s why you married Judy. Then you put me in an abusive situation with Bud because of your selfishness. I thought Judy hated me all these years and maybe she doesn’t like little boys that much but she would have let me live here.”

Judy interjects, “That’s true; I would have.”

“But you didn’t want me here, did you- Dad! No you were too busy trying to impress everybody with your golf game or whatever it is you do. By the way, how’s Helga, the massage therapist?”

“Yeah, I’d like to know that myself.” Judy knows Arnold has been sleeping with Helga for years.

“You keep Helga out of it you whimpering sissy!” Arnold then goes for the jugular. “Simon, what did I do to ever deserve a pathetic joke of a son like you?”

“You screwed a sixteen year old and got her pregnant.” I can’t believe I just told my father off.

Arnold is about to slap me silly but stops when he hears the hysterical laughter of Judy. “Ah, what’s the use. Have a nice life, sissy.” Arnold storms out the door, probably to get laid by Helga.

Judy finally controls herself. “Ha, ha. I think it’s time to go upstairs, Suzie.”

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We go upstairs and I change into my boy pajamas for the last time. Or at least I thought I was before Judy stops me. “Don’t wear them. I’m throwing them away. Try these on instead.” Judy hands me the lavender pajama set I wore Halloween weekend.

“Thanks. Are you sure?”

“ Of course, sweetie. It’s time you get used to the feel of satin again. This is going to be your last night in this room too. I had your new room redecorated. I hope you like it. Would you like to see it?”

“Sure.” I wonder if it’s going to be all pink. That would be so cool.

The room is pink with some teen idols on the wall. “I know you don’t like teen idols much, Suzie, but I have a feeling you will after tomorrow. You’re going to be getting a booster hormone shot tomorrow so you’re going to be pretty giggly I think. Are we still picking Sally up tomorrow?”

“Yes. She’s really excited.”

“I’m glad. I am too.”

I take a quick tour of my future bedroom. The wall is of a pink flowery wall paper with some chandelier like lighting coming from the ceiling. The bed is also pink and so soft. I look in the closet and I see a huge wardrobe of dresses, blouses, and skirts that I’ll be wearing. I have a shoe box with about twenty pair of shoes, mostly two and three inch heels but some flats as well, all are very feminine.

I have two dresser drawers and a vanity to do my makeup. One dresser is holding my underwear and some T-shirts and shorts, the other has nothing but pantyhose, at least fifty pairs of various colors though mostly nude and tan, my favorites. Finally there is another closet that is holding my swimwear and exercise wear. And I just have enough room to hold a small stereo and a handful of single records.

And then there are they teen idols on the wall. There’s one of Wally Diamond and another of Jake Cassidy. I hate both of them and yet I’m getting excited at the sight of them. Judy calls to me. “Look under the bed, Suzie.”

I do as Judy says and I see a pull out drawer with all sorts of magazines, mostly beauty magazines but also a few romantic novels and some teen idol magazines. One has the hottest teen idol out there, Davey Bakersfield. And it just hits me.

I’m in love with teen idol Davey Bakersfield. I really am a girl sissy (squeal)!

This is the big day. After the day is over, I will be Simon Fornsby no longer. I’ll be Suzie Lavender. I still have no idea what I’ll look like though. Judy tells me it’s going to be a surprise. The only thing I know for certain is that Sally is coming with us and she promises to hold my hand when I go through the perma waxing, the one thing I know for sure is coming. I am so in a hurry to get rid of my horrid little beard and starting to be hairy legs not the mention the underarms, pubes, arms, etc. Sally and Judy are getting to know each other while I sit in the back seat dreaming of maybe looking like Marilyn Monroe or Ann Margaret with a pixie. I do hope I get bangs. I think I’ll look cuter with bangs.

We drive about ten miles outside of town to a town called Daisy City. This is where most of the sissies and their husbands/ boyfriends live. There is also a woman’s penitentiary nearby where errant young women are incarcerated for non-violent offenses mostly. We’ll save that for another time though.

Nearly ten thousand people, half of whom are sissies, live in this town. This is sort of a home so sissies can mingle with each other. There are shops and beauty places and even clubs that cater to not only sissies but for people with other tastes, the most famous venue being the Cats Club, a dance club where all the sissies hang out. Guys hang out there too since sissies are so hot they can turn on even the most frigid male.

Not all sissies are from Jupiter or even Mippa of course. More than half of the sissies in Daisy City are from other parts of the continent. Dixie is from the nation of Alabama-Mississippi for example. Sissies aren’t very welcome there so she emigrated to Jupiter City ten years ago and got the operation from Dr. Pandora. She’s been working for Judy ever since. All of the Happy Girl secretaries live in Daisy City incidentally and there is an express bus that picks them up for work Monday through Friday that Happy Girl supplies.

We arrive at a place called Thelma’s Sissy Salon at eight in the morning on schedule. It’s officially closed but Thelma is keeping it open for my special all day makeover. The building has a beautiful storefront with pink and lavender trimming. You can tell by the beautiful turquoise salon chairs in the shape of a heart that this is a welcoming place. The wall in the waiting area is plastered with pictures of the most feminine hairstyles. Judy tells Sally there are three other rooms too. One for waxing where I’ll be going first, one for skin softening where I’ll also be going, and a third room, a larger room, where the better less said the better.

Thelma greets the three of us. She is an attractive middle aged sissy with a beautiful curly platinum blonde bob and immaculate makeup. She is dressed in a purple dress and blue pantyhose. She definitely seems the flamboyant type.“ So this is the new daughter to be?” Thelma takes a look at me with my extremely unruly but fairly long hair, never having recovered from the bad perm on Halloween. My scraggly black beard, and my full male attire of a t-shirt and jeans. I’m also wearing male underwear if you’re curious. Judy mentions that to Thelma.

“Well, he won’t be wearing that horrid underwear for long. Hi, I’m Thelma.” She extends her hand to shake Sally’s.

“Hi, you’re not going to hurt him, are you?” Sally is always concerned for me.

“Oh, not at all. Judy says you want to come to the back with us. Would you like to? I’m sure Simon can use a friend while we turn him into Suzie.”

Turn me into Suzie. That sends my member on the rise and I know that’s going to be an issue, at least for another month anyway. Thelma notices and nods approvingly. “Yes, Judy, she’s going to make a fine sissy. Are the others coming?”

I’m caught off guard, “What others?”

Judy gestures Thelma to cut it. “Um, no one important dear. I’m meeting a couple of business associates while you’re getting done.” She makes a face at Thelma who slinks a little like she almost slipped a big secret.

The first thing Thelma does is to sit me on the love chair, as she likes to call it, so she can permanently remove the hair from my face and eyebrows. That’s always the first thing to go in a sissy transformation. “We’ll tattoo in some pretty eyebrows too and put a little makeup on so you feel pretty. “ Thelma opens a container with a pink waxy solution that has a smell like bee’s honey. “We’re going to take care of the eyebrows first, dear, ready?”

I nod as to say yes and the wax is applied to my right eyebrow then my left. About five minutes later the hair is ripped out and I am without eyebrows yet again.

“Now it’s time for the tattoos”. Thelma brings out what looks like an electric pencil and she draws outlines over both my eyes. She then covers it in with what looks like a brown color. I can tell the eyebrows are going to be thin, just like a girl’s should be. I want to look but Thelma says not yet. She tells me to stay still while she also tattoos the lining of my eyes. I’m getting permanent eye liner too it seems.

After about fifteen minutes stage one is done. Thelma lets me look in the mirror. Man I look like a freak but at least I look like a human one. Actually, with my beard I look a little like one of the androgynous glam rockers. My eyebrows are deliciously thin and I do look a bit gay if I may say so. I probably would be attractive to the average gay man out there.

But not for long, I hope. Thelma tilts the chair down again and applies the wax all over my beard and neck. That will have to sit for about twenty minutes or until my skin turns pink. That’s the sign all the hair follicles have been permanently destroyed. While I’m waiting, reading the latest beauty magazine, Thelma is talking with Sally about how long we’ve been friends and the like while Judy excuses herself to meet up with her business associates. “I’ll try to get back before you’re done with the major waxing, dear. Have fun.” Judy kisses me on the forehead and leaves.

Twenty minutes has passed and I could feel it working on my follicles. It was as if each one was being gently pulled out one by one. Now all Thelma has to do is to peel off the hardened wax. “Are you ready, honey?”

I nod and Thelma begins pulling the wax off. In about five minutes my face is again as smooth as a baby, maybe even a little softer. I feel my face. It is soft. A tear of joy streams down my face. My horrid beard is gone forever.

Thelma isn’t quite done yet. She tattoos in a liner for my lips and then takes out a new tattoo pencil with a light pink hue for my lips. “This is what you’ll look like when you wake up in the morning from now on, sweetie.” Thelma finishes the artwork and I get to look in my new reflection in the mirror. I don’t look like a freak anymore. Oh, I definitely need makeup; I look so naked without it, but at least now I look a bit girlish with my lined eyes and pinkish lips.

“We need to work on your hair next, honey. Your sissy Mom did a real good job of softening the bad perm up. This is going to be an easy job”

“What’s it going to look like?” I ask, By now, Thelma’s assistant, Pixie Pickles, has arrived and already has the perm rods and solution out. Incidentally, Pixie is so named because she has an obsession with green. Everything is green on her from her hair to her peter pan costume and green pantyhose. I’m afraid to ask what her favorite food is. Probably pickles.

“Oh, that’s going to be a secret, honey. I will say that I have a good idea what you’ll like after talking with Judy.” By now, Thelma has me at the sink to wash out my hair. Soon, I’m back in the love seat and both Thelma and Pixie are setting the curlers in my hair. Thelma thinks they’re a little behind. They want me to be back out in the chair for my full makeover by noon and it’s ten o clock already by the time my curlers are in place. They only thing I know at this point is that I will have bangs judging by the direction the front was rolled. They don’t feel quite as tight as they did when the cheerleaders gave me the perm from Hell.

Everything is set by about ten fifteen. A bonnet is put on my head and Pixie takes me and Sally back to the waxing room for the body waxing. Pixie tells me to take off my clothes.

“In front of Sally?” I protest. Sally has been looking excited as I’ve been slowly transformed up to this point.

“It’s okay,” quips Sally. “I have a feeling I’m going to be seeing you naked a lot from now on.” Now what did she mean by that?

So I strip naked and my hairy body contrasts with my femininely smooth face and arched eyebrows not to mention my obvious perm. Thelma comes in the room. “Judy’s back. She brought you some new clothes to wear, sweetie, so we’ll be throwing these old ones out. You won’t need them anymore.” Thelma goes to the refrigerator to fetch a glass of something. “Here, honey, drink this.”

“But I had a sissy cocktail this morning, Thelma, isn’t two too much?”

“Not today, honey, I know you feel pretty sweet inside right now but you’re going to want to feel like a total sissy by the time we get out of here trust me. Would you like some, Sally?” Thelma is joking of course; real women do not drink sissy cocktails unless forced to.

“Um, no thank you. I know you don’t have any makeup on yet. Suzie, but you look pretty already.”

“Yeah, I guess I do, in a way.” I’m being prepared for the big wax. Sally is looking with great anticipation as Pixie brings out a vat of the same pink solution that was used on my face.

“Are you ready, honey?” Pixie asks as I sip on my sissy cocktail which seems a little stronger than the ones Judy has been giving me every day since Halloween night.

I nod yes and she and Thelma begin working on my legs and arms in tandem. My arms are extended so they can apply a healthy amount of wax on my underarms and chest. Next comes my nether regions , Finally, they lay me on my stomach as they apply the warm wax to the back of my legs, my buttocks, and my back. I’m literally covered by every square inch of my body. Only my head and already done face are uncovered. Even my penis is covered with the stuff and I have to admit, it kind of feels good.

While I’m waiting for the solution to harden, and I’m already feeling the hairs being pulled out from my legs, arms, and even my nether regions, Thelma takes Sally to the side to ask her a question. I hear hysterical laughter from Sally and Thelma. What are they up to?

It’s time for the wax to come off as my skin is in a deep shade of pink all over. It even shows on my face which is the last tell tale sign that the solution has done its work. Pixie and Thelma begin to remove the wax from my arms and legs. Wow, my arms are so smooth and hairless and so are my legs. The same thing is happening with my torso and underarm region. By noon, I’m as hairless as a newborn girl with the exception of my curled hair on the top of my head and my eyelashes. I have thin tattooed in eyebrows and I have tattooed eye liner on, all in brown, which makes me believe I’ll still be a brunette.

I’m oiled and powdered down with a perfumed baby oil. I’m admiring my shiny hairless body as is Sally while I’m hearing some giggling outside in the main salon. Are they open now? I hear one voice squealing, “Oh that’s so darling. She’s going to look so cute.”

Thelma tells me to ignore the chatter. They’re getting ready for a wedding for a friend. She glues on a pair of B cup breast forms like the ones I wore Halloween weekend after that party. Then she tells Sally to work on me while she goes outside to talk to the wedding party.

“What does she mean by that, Sally?” I ask.

“Just lay down, slugger. “ I do as she says as if it’s an order for some reason. Sissy cocktails can do strange things to a person. “Think of how you’re going to look when this is all over. Think of the way you look now. “ Sally hands me a mirror and I see my angelic looking, rather effeminate face. Even with no makeup there is nothing to suggest I’m a boy. It turns me on and I feel a hand stroking my penis.

“Sally, what are you doing?”

“Something Thelma asked me to do. She needs you flaccid so she can insert the sash or whatever they call it. You look so pretty, like Louise Brooks.”

Oh, god, how did Sally know I had a crush on that famous flapper from the twenties? I start to moan as Sally does her handiwork. The sissy cocktail is also having its effect as I’m beginning to squeal like a sissy would.

“Oh, god, Suzie, you really are going to drive the guys nuts.” Sally continues stroking me expertly until a large gusher the size of Old Faithful spurts out of my penis. I’m screaming in sheer delight as my penis expels of all my juices. Within a few minutes of constant orgasmic joy, my penis is again flaccid and relieved of the pressure.

Thelma is back in the room and she inserts my now flaccid penis inside of a pouch she attaches to my butt cheeks and waist. “Just think, sweetie. A month from now, you won’t need this anymore.” I can hardly wait.

After being dressed up in a pink satin bra and panty set and a small body briefer to hold everything in including my falsies, I put on a robe and a pair of slippers Pixie hands me and I’m led back to the main salon. I feel so giddy and happy even without makeup.

I enter the main salon and I get the surprise of my life. I enter to a chorus of cheering and squealing sissies. Judy is there and so are five of her sissy secretaries all dressed up in shorts outfits. They’re all dressed to the nines; their hair is all done up. The faces are painted immaculately and they have the hottest bodies on earth. And they’re so cute. And they’re cheering me on. It appears Dixie had gathered up a few of her friends from work to give me a sissy welcome. I’m so touched, I begin to cry. I hug Dixie, then all the sissies surround me and hug me. One of the sissies, the black one named Peggy says, “Welcome to our world, Suzie. We love you already.”

“(sniff) I love you girls too.”

(to be continued- Suzie can’t wait)

It’s Thanksgiving afternoon and I can’t believe how I’ve been transformed already. My entire body is permanently hairless from the face down. My real eyebrows are gone for good but they’ve been replaced by thin eyebrow tattoos with a nice feminine arch. My lips are also permanently tattooed a light pink so I have to wear lipstick at all times (as if I wouldn’t anyway). I still have no makeup or nail polish on but I do have nicely shaped fingernails thanks to the clear nail polish Judy has been letting me wear. They’re already strong enough to be deadly weapons and maybe that’s why the jocks didn’t mess with Simon the past three weeks. Of course my hair is stuck in tight perm rods under the bonnet I’m wearing. Basically, even though my makeover is far from complete, the hard stuff is done and, for all extensive purposes, I’m a sissy with no makeup on. Simon Fornsby is officially no more.

I’ve been escorted into the main salon with Sally and Thelma to be greeted by Judy and a very excited group of squealing sissies, all dressed up in their best hot pant suits and pantyhose. Dixie got the girls all together to initiate me into the world of sissydom as they put it. There are five of them here in total; Peggy, Connie, Marilyn, Frannie and, of course, Dixie. We all hug each other with tears of joy before getting back in the love seat for the rest of my total transformation. Thelma says this is going to take a couple more hours but when it’s done, I’ll be hotter than the surface of the sun. I can’t wait.

Sally meets my sissy friends and they seem smitten with her as well. They even try to get her to try the sissy cocktail that Dixie brought from the Cats Club but she wisely declines. Sissy cocktails don’t really get you drunk of course, but they do make you feel very giddy and sissified inside. It’s a wonderful feeling for a sissy but it’s kind of a scary experience for anyone else. In any event, this is a planned sissy party and all the sissies, including me, will be having our fill of cocktails. So once I’m assured that it’s safe to have as many cocktails as I want, I indulge with the rest of the sissies as Thelma begins to work on my pedicure.

I’ve been able to keep clear polish on my toes as well as on my fingers and both are more or less unbreakable by this point. The sissies begin to gossip about things at work while Thelma paints my toes a lovely shade of plum. I’m getting two shades. Plum for my toes and Candy Color Pink for my fingers. Two coats of polish are applied to my toes and a third clear coat is added to give it shine. I take a sip of my cocktail while I listen to the sissies go to town about Rhonda’s rotten boyfriend. “He’s such a jerk. They ought to castrate him and make him wear his balls as earrings.”

“Oh, my god, Connie.” Frannie holds back laughter while the others giggle like crazy.

Sally is at my side as they wait for my toes to dry. “Sally,” I confide, “I think I’m getting hard again.”

Thelma overhears me as she starts painting my fingernails with the candy color pink. “That’s to be expected, honey. Don’t worry though; the sash you have on will prevent you from getting out of control.” Good, no Wonder Woman style embarrassment this time.

Judy yells over the sissies’ gossip to get my attention. “Suzie, what shade pantyhose do you want to wear? I brought black, white, tan, and nude.”

“How about, nude?, I say. “I want to show off my legs.”

“Oh, you’ll definitely be doing that, sweetheart.” Judy gives the sissies a wink as she hands Sally the pantyhose for me to put on after my fingernails dry off. Like the toes, I have two coats of polish and a clear coat on for shine, only this time some glitter is added. They look gorgeous.

So now I have plum toes and shiny candy color pink fingers. Now I put on my shiny nude hose as the sissies look with interest and glee. “One leg at a time, sissy,” teases Marylin who, yes, looks pretty much like Marilyn Monroe. My hose is on and my legs look so yummy.

“Now are you ready for your wardrobe, dear?” Judy asks with glee.

I’m tingling with anticipation by this point. “Yes, Judy, I want to see what I’m going to wear.”

Judy takes out a one piece set of shiny pink disco hot pants that just cover the butt. They’re sewn onto a satiny off white blouse that show off my smallish falsies. I gush in delight as I put my new sissy outfit on. They fit perfectly and I feel like I have the best tush in Jupiter though I probably don’t yet. “Okay, Suzie, simmer down, sweetie,” Judy says with laughter. “Thelma hasn’t even done your makeup yet. Oh, you’re going to need these. From now on you’ll be wearing earrings to school.”

I’m in heaven as I put on my turquoise dangling earrings. “Is it okay, Thelma?” She still has to style my hair.

“Of course, sweetie, they won’t get in the way. “ The earrings are on and Thelma rinses the solution out of my perm. It takes about a half hour before all the rods are out and Thelma is able to style it.

“Oh, lord, Suzie, your hair looks so beautiful,” Dixie exclaims as Thelma finishes combing it out.

“Are you ready to look at yourself without makeup, honey?” Thelma turns the love seat so I can see my reflection. Dixie’s right. My hair is beautiful and feminine. It’s styled in a curly tapered bob that just covers my ears. Thelma trims up my bangs and I’d be the most beautiful sissy if I had any makeup on. As it is I think I look a little ugly; most sissies think they’re ugly without makeup. But at least with the tattooed eyebrows and pink lips, I look like an ugly girl and not like an ugly boy. “Okay, time to do your makeup.”

Thelma starts with my eyes adding eyeliner and thick lash mascara. Gold and green eye shadow is applied so I almost look like a cat. Thelma continues as she works on my eyes. “ Now don’t start crying but if you do, this makeup is smudge free so you won’t look like Alice Cooper, okay?”

“But why would I cry, Thelma? I like this.”

Dixie interjects, “Oh you’re going to cry. Believe me.” Dixie is gushing almost as much as I was when I put the hot pants suit on.

A medium pink blush is applied to my face and a shiny hot pink lipstick to match my sexy shorts finishes off my transformation. Dixie walks me to the mirror.

And she’s right. I am crying. I’m beautiful. My hair is in the most perfect curly bob with bangs that no real girl would be caught dead in but it’s perfect for a sissy. My now made up face is very pretty with the hot pink lipstick being the dominant asset. I so want to kiss me. I have tasteful turquoise earrings hanging from my lobes. Dixie gives me a pearl necklace to wear and it enhances my look even more.

My transformation is not quite done yet as I have to put on my heels. Judy brought a pair of open toe black heels for me to wear so I can show off my beautiful plum toes. I’m wearing my shiny pink hot pants with the satin blouse attached. Dixie turns me around so I can see my butt. And it looks hot. Not as hot as Dixie’s mind you, but considering I’m still biologically a boy, not bad.

A bracelet and woman’s watch is added as well as my silver purse with all the makeup I need inside. . Some Love’s Baby Soft to make me feel perfectly girly and I’m ready for a night on the town. And you know what the best part is? This is going to be my life from now on. No, I won’t be wearing hot pants all the time of course, but I’ll always be touching up my makeup and keeping things in my purse and doing all the other everyday things a sissy does.

And, yes, I’m sobbing like a baby and so are the other sissies and even Sally is sobbing. We’re all so happy. The sissies are happy to see a new member in their ranks, Sally is happy to see her best friend so happy.

And I’m happy because, well, now I can be me.

The kumbaya moment is broken by Dixie as she announces, “Okay, sissies. Now let’s go out and show off our stuff. She and Frannie grab me by the arms and we’re all headed out to the Cats Club down the street.

“Maybe Suzie can meet a boy,” gushes Marylin, who obviously is looking for one.

“Not yet, she needs the operation first.” Says Peggy as she also invites Sally along even if she isn’t dressed up for the occasion.

“Have fun girls,” says Judy. “Make sure you have Suzie back by midnight. She’s still a teenager you know. “

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The six of us are strutting down Bogart Street with our butts swishing through our hot pants. We’re all wearing heels and pantyhose of course and we get whistles from a couple guys that pass us on the way to the Cat’s Club. I’m trying to mimic the sissies’ sexy walk and Dixie assures me that once my transformation is fully complete by summer, I won’t have worry about learning how to walk. Physiologically speaking, wiggling your hips is the only way a sissy can walk. You’d have to work hard to walk like a guy and then you’d probably fail miserably. I keep forgetting my new sissy friends were all male once.

Sally is with us too even though she seems to be a square peg in this group. She is walking next to Marylin and she is also asking questions about sissy life. “So do all of you have boyfriends? Are any of you married?” (Sissies are allowed to get married).

“Not me,” boasts Marilyn. “I like the one night stands myself, but I think the others are spoken for. Connie is married.”

Peggy is holding Marilyn’s right hand. “Actually Marilyn is the oddball when it comes to that. A sissy isn’t complete if she doesn’t have a boyfriend, even a casual one. Almost all sissies have a boyfriend. To us it’s just one of those girly things to have. Even the ones who are married call their husbands their boyfriends. Isn’t that right, Connie?”

“You better believe it. I love my baby dearly and I had the most beautiful sissy wedding but the idea of calling him anything but my boyfriend is so… macho (ugh)” The sissies have a good giggle at that.

We arrive at the Cats Club. It looks almost like a Burlesque club but you can hear disco music inside. I think I can hear Disco Inferno. There’s a short guy at the door looking for ID’s. Actually, he’s a dwarf; he’s barely four feet tall if that. “Okay, toots, let’s see your idea.” He says to the sissy in front of us.

“Oh, come on, Maury, you don’t know me by now?”

“Listen, Princess Leia,” Maury has the disposition of Don Rickles it seems. “ I card you whether you’re Greta Garbo or my ninety-three year old grandmother. Whip it out, Toots!” The sissies are laughing at Maury. “What’s so funny, you fairies? You don’t think my grandmother would fit in here?”

“No,” giggles Dixie.

“Well, excuse me, Miss Southern Belle of 2954.” Maury is scaring the daylights out of me but the sissies seem to take the bouncer in stride.

I have a bigger problem. I don’t have a valid ID and I certainly don’t have one as Suzie Lavender. “Oh my god; I don’t have ID.”

“Don’t worry,” assures Frannie. “We’ll get you in. Besides, we have a lot of fun with Maury.”

It’s our turn and Sally (at sixteen, she’s just old enough) is carded. Maury scrutinizes the ID. “ Oh, you’re a normal chick, huh? I hate normal chicks.”

“She’s with us, Maury,” says Dixie.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He points his thumb to the door as to allow Sally in. Marilyn and Peggy are next and then it’s my turn. And of course, I have no ID at all. I’m not getting one as Suzie until tomorrow. “Okay, lovely, where’s the ID? Cough it up? What are you, an undercover cop?”

“Be nice Maury, she’s in transition. She just had her coming out makeover.”

“Well, whoop dee doo. Cinderella came out of her shell. I don’t care if she’s the hairy ape of the circus. I need to know she’s sixteen or she can’t come in.”

At this point, I’m on the verge of tears and Dixie is noticing it. “Now, Maury, be nice. Look, you have her all upset. “ She and Frannie walk to Maury and the three start whispering so no one can hear them. Meanwhile the sissies and guys behind us are chanting something to the effect of LET THE SISSY IN!

The little pow wow is over and Maury relents. “Okay, toots, you can go in, but next time bring ID or your cute little ass is going home,” I go in all happy now as the crowd cheers and soon, the seven of us are back together.

And what a place. Yes you have to be sixteen to enter the Cats Club for whatever reason (adult type stuff going on?), but no alcohol is served. Only flavored sissy cocktails and soft drinks are allowed. Needless to say, the soft drinks are for the non-sissies and the men.

And there are a lot of men here. About as many men as women and sissies. I’m amazed. Some of the men are boyfriends of other sissies, others are just looking for a one night stand. Others yet are there just to look at the beautiful sissies in their mini-skirts and hot pants.

And the sissies are so beautiful and friendly. They range in age from sixteen to maybe sixty. And they seem especially attentive to me after Dixie tells them this is my coming out party. “Welcome, Suzie,” smiles one of the veteran sissies. “I’m Rapunzel. You look so darling.” She gives me a hug. Actually, a lot of the sissies give me a hug. It’s all so overwhelming.

We’re having fun and getting sissified and girly on our cocktails. I’m drinking the Grape Ape cocktail myself. More dance tunes are played as we go dancing on the floor with the other sissies. The men and straight women don’t dance very much. They’re there mostly to watch and admire or maybe to pick up a sissy like a guy is doing with Marilyn as I speak. I don’t think she’ll be going home with us tonight.

I also see sissies making out with men, some of them are boyfriends I assume. Others are more in flirt mode with men they don’t know. It’s like a typical singles bar except we’re sissies instead of women.

Word of my coming out party has gotten to the owner and she has apparently learned that Maury let me in without getting carded. It seems she wants to meet me. I guess I’m in trouble now. I’ll never be allowed in again.

Dixie walks with me to an office in the back. It’s a spacious room with all sorts of costumes. There are several people there including a bald black guy with a lisp named Claude. He sort of reminds me of RuPaul; he’s a sweetie. There is another flamboyant guy all made up. He has red hair and is called Gunther. There are a couple sissies in what looks like showgirl uniforms. They all apparently work here and hang out in the boss’ room on break. “You’re the new recruit?” sneers one of the waitresses.

“She’s in transition, Jackie.” Dixie protests.

“Oh, they’re all in transition.”

“Oh leave her alone, bitch.” Gunther is now in my defense apparently. “You need to powder your face, anyway. You look like Marie Antoinette.”

Jackie says, “well,” in her best Jack Benny impression and storms off. Meanwhile we wait for the boss.

“I guess I’m in trouble, huh?” I ask

“That depends, little girl,” says the other waitress, otherwise known as Lovelace. “I really need to do something with my makeup.” She turns to Gunther,” do you have any mascara, Tinkerbell?”

“Well, excuse me, ” Says Gunther as he looks in his purse. As mortified as I am I’m getting a kick out of these weirdos.

Finally, Doris enters and chases the freeloaders out as she puts it. Now, it’s me, Dixie, and Doris as she eyes me down. “So, you’re the kid without ID, huh?”

Dixie tries to play attorney. “ She’s sixteen, I swear, Doris, we’re having a-“

“Oh stifle it counselor.” I have to admit, Doris is rather stunning in her own showgirl suit. It’s really a one piece blue swimsuit with glitter that shows off her beautifully smooth legs wrapped in shiny nude pantyhose. Doris looks at my legs. “Well at least you have good taste in pantyhose.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Needless to say, I’m rather nervous.

Doris looks aghast. “Where did you find this one, Dixie? The debutante ball?

Dixie answers. “No, Doris, she’s Judy’s daughter actually.”

“Judy Fornsby?” Doris takes another look at me. “Well, I’ll be damned. Where did she find you?” Doris is now admiring my body, admittedly still in transition.

“I’m.. I’m really her step-son.” I hang my head in shame. Dixie holds me hand for reassurance.

“Well, not anymore, you’re not. Judy always told me she wanted a sissy daughter. You’re one lucky girl, sissy.”

“She’s going to be a secretary one day,” Dixie offers.

“ I bet she is. Well… what’s your name by the way?”

“Suzie”

“Well, Suzie. You have a great sissy mother and I know she’s pleased as punch to have you. And I have to say, I know you’re just in transition, but you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” I blush at the compliment. “Next time, bring ID or Maury will sell you to the circus, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Nice meeting you, Suzie. I really love her legs, Dixie.”

“ I know, they look just like Betty Grable’s, don’t they?” gushes Dixie.

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We’re all back on the dance floor and we’re whooping it up. We have to leave early though because Judy wants me home by midnight and Frannie has to soften up a guy friend to drive me home. Of course he agrees as long as Frannie comes with us.

So Sally and I get home around one in the morning and Judy is none too pleased. “Frannie, I said I wanted Suzie home by midnight. What part of midnight do you sissies not understand?”

“I’m sorry, Judy; we lost track of time.”

“What if something happened to Suzie. I was worried sick.”

“I’m sorry. Mumsy.” By now, I’m so giddy I can’t think straight.

Judy looks at Frannie. “How many sissy cocktails did she have?”

Frannie shrugs as if to say she doesn’t know. I show Judy six, or its it seven fingers?

“Seven sissy cocktails? Oh, lord, it’s off to bed for you, little girl. You can change into something more appropriate tomorrow though I want your Dad to see you like this first. I’m sick with delight but he’ll just be sick.”

“Okay, Mumsy.” Sally helps me up the stairs.

Frannie would tell me later that Judy was secretly tickled pink even though she really was worried something had happened. Frannie told me Judy thinks I might even win Miss Sissy Mippa one day. All sissies dream of that of course.

As for now though, I’m nodding off to dreamland in my hot pants and pantyhose outfit knowing that I’m going to be Suzie Lavender forever. And I can’t wait to show myself off in school Monday.

FRIDAY

I wake up in the morning in my new pink bedroom feeling all giddy after a crazy coming out night at the Cats Club. I must have been a mess because I’m still in my hot pants number and my face is all made up. Wow, I can’t believe just twenty-four hours I was a male hairy mess and now I look in the mirror at my vanity and I see a beautifully made up angelic face. It’s a pity I’m going to have to remove it all just to redo my makeup, but Judy wants me to look like I plan to usually look like for my photo ID today. Of course all this is making me horny again. So I pull down my hot pants and pantyhose and pull out my sash and I relieve myself without making too much of a mess, I hope.

I remove my makeup and admire how girly I look now even without it. Of course I’m not doing a thing with my plum toenails or manicured pink fingernails. They’re supposed to last at least a week and I’ll be damned if I’m going to tamper with Thelma’s efforts.

I take a quick shower since I have to go for my new ID. By now Judy has checked on me to make sure I’m awake. Breakfast will be on the table by the time I get ready and Judy is putting my wardrobe for the day on the bed. I get excited as I look at my smooth, hairless, and even soft body with those beautiful plum toenails saying hello to me. “Hi, Plum Fairies,” I wave with my gorgeous pink fingers. I like the different colors but I think next time I’ll get my fingers and toes painted the same color.

Judy has my wardrobe for the day on the bed. It’s fairly modest compared to last night but unmistakably feminine. This time I’m wearing a peach bra and panty set, nylon of course. After I rub myself down with some baby oil, I put on my sash and undies then put on a short blue dress with a leopard spot design on the top part. There is just enough sleeve to cover my underarms. I put on my locket bracelet and put my butterfly earrings on. I want to look cute for my photo ID. The pantyhose comes on next. I’m again wearing my favorite shade, nude. I put on a pair of white open toes two inch heels which not only show off my beautiful almost purple toes, but my rather cute feet. Now, I’m dressed and all I have to do is to style my hair up a little and put on some makeup.

And this has to look right since this will be for my official photo. I Brush my hair out and I can easily style it in the beautiful brunette curly bob with bangs Thelma cut for me yesterday. Then I do my mascara and green and silver eye shadow. Finally I apply a shade of raspberry surprise lipstick and gloss it up for a perfect effect. I look in the mirror and feel satisfied with my first unsupervised makeup job and even more satisfied that I look as cute as a button. No man will be able to resist me once my curves develop fully.

I daintily find my way downstairs hoping Judy isn’t too mad at me about last night. She isn’t but she does admonish me to never be late again. “What if something happened to you. Suzie? I mean most guys will be like your knight in shining armor but there are still some assholes out there. I’d be destroyed if something happened to you.”

“I wouldn’t,” Arnold, who was once Simon’s father, is also eating breakfast and he has all but disowned me. He looks at my breakfast with disgust. “Cottage cheese with pineapple? What kind of breakfast is that? And that pink milkshake you call a sissy cocktail. You both make me sick.”

“Well, there’s the door, Arnold,” Judy suggests. “Don’t expect to get much though. You know I have the best lawyers.” Judy turns to me. “Drink your cocktail, honey.”

“Are you sure? I had an awful lot last night.”

“It’s safe. You still need your daily estrogen and nutrients. This will help with how much you had last night. I wish you hadn’t called me Mumsy-“

“I’m sorry, Judy, it won’t happen again.”

“Yes it will. I hope it does. It’s good to get loose once in a while. Besides, you know the old joke about everything going to your hips? Well, excess sissy cocktails, especially those they make at the club, literally go to the hips. By Monday you may not have to wear pads on your butt, you may have a cute butt all on your own.”

“Cool.”

Arnold doesn’t think so though. “I think I’m going to be sick.” He leaves for work in disgust.

“This is a pretty dress, Judy, thanks."

“Oh, no problem, sweetie. I’m going to let you pick out your clothes yourself soon though once we set up a fashion routine.”

“Fashion routine?”

“Well, sissies can’t exist by dresses and skirts alone, just most of the time.” Judy gives me a wink.

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So, today we’re at the Department of Motor Vehicles for my sissy ID. It’s a temporary one since I’m still pre-op. I probably won’t get a permanent one until January. I get two pictures, one for my profile; that will be the ID I have to show if I have to show my card to a policeman or, ugh, Maury. They also take of picture of me from head to toe. This is for my sissy ID and why Judy wanted me to dress up tastefully. I give them my best smile and then I turn to Judy, “Can I get a wide brimmed hat like they wear on Easter? Huh?”

“Honey, it’s not Easter yet.”

“Oh come on. I bet I’d knock the guys dead.”

“(sigh) Okay. I wanted to get you a couple more pair of shoes anyway. “ Oh I’m going to be so spoiled.

We spend the rest of Friday shopping for shoes and clothes and my super feminine hat even though I won’t be wearing it for Easter. This is such a fun day.

SATURDAY

Now this is the day I’m supposed to relax. This is the day Judy plans for me to go casual unless I go at at night. Then of course, I’ll have to put on my night attire, usually a sexy mini skirt and pantyhose, sometimes black. During the day though, I won’t wear hosiery. This is the day I go bare legged either in shorts or in a bathing suit if we happen to go to the beach.

And I do look stunning if I say so myself. The overdose of cocktails from Thursday Night has indeed gone straight to my butt and hips and I have a cute little butt showing under my tight white shorts. . I’m wearing a modest halter top with a tie on the bottom. It is red with a flowery pattern. I’m walking barefoot in the house but when I go out into the yard or walk around the neighborhood (a sissy has to show herself off), I have on my white sandals. It’s nice to be able to show off my soft smooth hairless legs without any hosiery. It’s the one time the whole world knows for sure I’m shaving my legs.

Okay, so I’m not really shaving my legs since I’m permanently hairless, but I do like to pretend when I’m in the tub. Judy gave me a pink razor that is bladeless and some Silky Soft shaving cream and I have me some fun in the tub at night. The whole thought of shaving my legs gives me such a girly feeling.

On this Saturday, Judy tells me about my chores now that I’m a girl sissy, or at least a soon to be one. I have to load the dishwasher since sissies shouldn’t physically wash dishes (hard on the nails). Unfortunately, other housework like vacuuming and dusting isn’t so I have to do that a couple days a week as Judy does herself. We also split the clothes washing duties. Judy teaches me how to separate the whites from the colors and how to fold the clothes. She says it will take a while but I’ll become a pro at folding soon; all women and sissies do alike. I also have to know how to cook and how to do other things to please my man when I get one.

Judy also tells me that while a sissy’s first responsibility in her marriage is to keep her man happy, he has an even bigger responsibility to keep his sissy happy. Thus, I should expect gifts like flowers and little trinkets. I should let my man know what kind of jewelry I like. Some sissies like necklaces, some like bracelets. Personally, I think I like earrings. All sissies like rings, especially the engagement ring. The biggest day in a sissy’s life is the day she gets to show off her engagement ring. That day is even bigger than the wedding itself.

Most importantly, it is important for both man and sissy that they need to respect each other. The man will be physically in control as he is stronger but the sissy controls the sex and both should cater to the other’s needs unconditionally. The perfect guy will treat his sissy like the princess she is and she will treat her man like her knight in shining armor. It sounds rather romantic, doesn’t it?

SUNDAY

And on the seventh day, God rested but the rest of us wore pantyhose to church.

Well, I am wearing pantyhose, white pantyhose in fact along with a sleeveless dress well above the knee. . I am wearing the modest pink heels Judy got me yesterday. I think I have something like thirty pairs of shoes now not counting the sandals and pink tennis shoes that I still have yet to wear, maybe next Saturday.

There isn’t really a lot to do today except make Sunday dinner. Judy teaches me how to put the seasoning on the meat. Of course, we have to please Arnold, even though Judy would rather not. She usually doesn’t actually, but I have to learn for when it’s my turn. I have to be careful not to get a mess on myself and especially not on my nails. It’s so funny; I feel like June Cleaver in a mini-dress (tee hee).

Most of the day is down time so Judy and I set up a general schedule and wardrobe for the week. It goes something like this…

Monday: School. A dress or skirt above the knee, open toe heels of my choice, earrings and my favorite jewelry and, of course, my feminine hair and makeup. And don’t forget the Love’s Baby Soft. Nude, tan, or taupe pantyhose

Monday after school: Aerobics. A leotard with shiny tights of a color of my choosing. Flats. Judy has enrolled me in an aerobics class for young sissies so we can learn how to walk and run like a sissy as well as dance as a sissy would. I’m really looking forward to this tomorrow.

Tuesday: School. Same as Monday. Open or closed heels.

Tuesday after school.: Visit Thelma’s in Daisy City for touch ups on my hair and maybe some skin conditioning.

Wednesday: School. Slacks or capris. Nude or tan pantyhose and heels. A pretty blouse. No T-shirt. Pants must be tight to accentuate hips and butt.

Wednesday Night: Casual. Jeans or shorts but still wear pantyhose. T-shirt with a feminine symbol like a heart or a cute animal for example. Pants must be tight.

Thursday. Short skirt or dress. Black or white pantyhose. Heels, closed or open. Blouse or a feminine T-shirt.

Thursday after school: Thelma’s for the weekly manicure and pedicure. May do other beauty treatments if desired.

Friday: School. Mini skirt and sleeveless top. Must show off underarms. Open toe heels, choice of color of pantyhose but must be sheer. Also sexy makeup.

Friday night: Sissies’ night out, woo-hoo. Mini skirt or hot pants. Sleeveless top. Heels, preferably open toe. Sexy makeup, perfume. Be ready for anything but have fun. Nude or black pantyhose.

Saturday: Shorts outfit or bathing suit. Must show bare legs covered in lotion or baby oil. Sandals, tennis shoes, flats, or barefoot. Polished toes should be shown off if possible. Full makeup as always. Can wear feminine hat or scarf on head.

Saturday night: Date night. Mini Skirt. Tasteful blouse, perfume, full makeup, heels. Choice of pantyhose shade.

Sunday: Short Easter style dress. White or pink pantyhose. White or pink heels open toe. Tasteful makeup. Locket necklace mandatory (though can be worn at any time). Easter hat optional.

Sunday Night: Same as day but can change into shorts and go barefoot after six.

Nighttime wear: Baby doll nightie with bloomers at least three nights a week. Satin Tap shorts and to two nights a week minimum. Satin pajamas other two nights optional. Fluffy slippers.

Other: Hot pants only on special occasion or if I get lucky with a boy. Valentine’s Day is a popular day for sissies to wear sexy shorts for example. Other apparel will depend on the special day.

And that’s about my life now loosely speaking. This isn’t etched in stone of course but it’s a guideline that I have to admit I like. I already know what I’m going to wear at school tomorrow. The kids aren’t going to know what hit them. I’m so excited.

I’m really nervous as Judy drives me to school. My stomach is full of butterflies as I’m about to go to school as Suzie for the first time. Judy picked a nice mini-dress with a blue flower pattern. It’s pretty but I have to be careful to keep the skirt part down so my peach panties isn’t exposed under my taupe pantyhose. Of course I’m wearing my B-cup falsies. I’m also wearing a pair of white open toed platform shoes that show off my pretty plum toes. I’m going to be changing nail polish colors when I see Thelma on Thursday and I want the color to be the same as my fingernails this time. Maybe I’ll get a shade of pink crème this time.

Of course, as excited as I am, I’m also rather scared. I’m mean, even with all the new hormones working through my body, and I’m already noticing a slight change in my still nerdy boy hips, and my personality now decidedly a sissy style of feminine, I’m still male if you strip me naked. What if the boys get homophobic on me and beat me up? Will the girls run in horror? I mean, this could be the worst day ever.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, “Judy assures me, “ they’ll accept you. You’ll see.

We arrive at school and I step out of the car. One boy takes a look at my taupe legs and gives out a wolf whistle. Does he know I’m really Simon in drag? Is he making fun of me? Is he really finding me attractive? Is it all of the above? I’m a bit confused.

There is nothing confusing about the cheerleaders reaction though. Sally, by now, has found me, and we walk past the elite group of girls who look at me with contempt. “Hey, Simone. Where’s your Wonder Woman costume?” sneers Sherry.

And I find out I can be a real smart ass. “ In the closet. Where’s your vibrator?”

“I don’t have a vibrator.”

“That’s not what Stella said.”

Sherry looks at Stella. I swear these cheerleaders will believe anything.

Sally and I get past the ravenous females. “You really look pretty, Suzie,” Sally gushes, admiring my curly bob, “I wish I could get my hair to look like that.”

“ You should see Thelma. She’s a great stylist.” I stop to touch up my peach lipstick and to adjust my heart earrings. I’m going for cute today.

Classes have started and I have Mrs. Grendell for first period chemistry. She never liked me much as Simon even with my nerdy demeanor but she seems nicer to me as Suzie. “You look pretty today, Suzie. Welcome.” Even though Mrs. Grendell knows who I am, she welcomes me as if it’s my first day at Spaulding. How sweet.

The morning goes fairly well and the teachers don’t seem to be looking at me with contempt anymore. They seem to understand now that they know I’m actually in transition. The students seem to be accepting of me as well, especially the girls, outside of the cheerleaders of course. “Who did your nails, Suzie?” Pam Schaefer has been admiring my manicure all third period.

I tell her about my makeover at Thelma’s and she listens with keen interest. Trigonometry will have to wait.

It’s time for lunch and Judy packed me certain nutritional essentials that a growing sissy needs. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich on wheat, a cup of strawberry yogurt, and a chocolate chip granola bar. Judy really does love me. I buy a half pint of milk and away we go.

I’m eating lunch with Sally and she still wants to see if Josie would be interested in her.

“Sally, you don’t even know if she’s a lesbian.”

“I know, but I never see her around with guys.”

It’s a relief that it doesn’t have to be all about me, even at this early stage of my transition. Still, I notice I’m getting a lot of looks from the jocks’ table. “Man, I hope they aren’t going to get any ideas.”

“ What do you mean?”

“ I mean they tried to rape me on Halloween. What if they try to do it again?”

One of the jocks, Greg Martin of all people, comes to our table. “Suzie? Is that your name now?” Greg strangely seems a little nervous. “I’m sorry about Halloween. We were just looking at you as some wimpy guy the girls had fun humiliating. Um… after you had your operation… you are getting an operation?”

“ Yes, the day after Christmas.”

“When you do, um, I’d love to go out with you sometime.”

Of course I’m skeptical but I look at the jocks’ table and no one seems to be laughing. The cheerleaders aren’t either.

Of course I have to be a little sassy. “Um, Greg, are you saying you like sissies?”

Greg turns three shades of purple, “Shhh! I don’t want anyone to know, but they’re a lot cuter and girly than real girls.”

Of course I’m getting a kick out of this. Greg Martin is asking me, a sissy to be, out. “ Um, okay, Greg. I guess after the operation you can call me sometime.” Of course I accept his apology and I’m relieved Judy won’t be picking me up with a black eye or worse, but I’m not sure I’m quite ready to date Greg Martin just yet.

Now Paul Henderson is another story. He’s the music geek at Spaulding. He’s the leader of the school band and, next to Jerry Donalds, the star quarterback, he’s the most popular guy in school. I know it has to be the hormones from the sissy cocktail but I’m strangely attracted to him. When I was Simon, I only saw him as a really nice guy but now, he seems so tall and sure of himself. And he’s so sensitive. He writes poetry too. No wonder the girls go ape over him. Maybe after the operation, I’ll hang out in the music room to be near him. Maybe he won’t mind going out with a real sissy.

And it hits me. I am having my first crush on a boy.

Lunch is over and we have our spate of afternoon classes. I again touch up my makeup and I cross my legs in English class. At least two boys are ogling at my legs and I’m feeling butterflies. I feel like the new girl in school. Lottie Owens whispers to me, “ Don’t get too flirty, Suzie, the boys might drool on the floor.” You can tell Lottie is kidding but it does make me stop to think. Yes, I want the boys to find me attractive but not at the cost of the girls hating me.

I make it to last period French class. Three of the cheerleaders are in this class, Megan, Elaine, and Beth. Of course the three sit together, but Beth is friendly at least. “You look really pretty, Suzie.”

“Thanks.”

“What did Greg say to you at lunch?”

“ He wanted to apologize basically. I think he likes me too, Is he gay or something?”

“No. A lot of the guys are thinking you are looking pretty hot. I still think you have to fill out some, nothing personal, but they might think you’re an easy lay. Be careful, okay?”

“Okay.” Trust me, I won’t be an easy lay. Especially since my heart belongs to Paul Henderson, at the moment anyway.

School has let out and Judy has to pick me up for my first aerobics class. This is going to be a busy week and there will be no casual Wednesday for this Suzie. I have aerobics today where I’ll be wearing my flowered patterned leotard with my shiny gold tights. Hopefully I’ll have a least a little bit of a sissy butt to show off after all those cocktails. I have to get some touchups done on my hair at Thelma’s tomorrow, then I have to see Dr. Pandora on Wednesday so she can tell me what I’m going to be going through. I can’t wait to get my sissy clit.

And I can’t wait for Paul Henderson to make love to it.

It’s the last day of November and Judy is picking me up from school. We’re going into Daisy City again but not to do aerobics or see Thelma, who redid my nails yesterday. Now my fingernails are a glittery fuchsia color. My toes will be done the same way tomorrow. I can’t wait.

But today, I have an appointment with a Doctor Emily Pandora who will doing my operation. It’s a consultation and she will be explaining the procedure with me.

It’s my dress down day. I’m not wearing a skirt or dress today. Instead, I have on a pair of black stirrup pants. I am wearing a cute pink sweater with a cute Teddy bear holding a heart. Of course I have my pink falsies on and everything is held in place by my peach bra and panty set. Hopefully, I won’t be having to hold anything in much longer. I’m wearing white pantyhose under the pants and black flats. I’m dressed for comfort but I’m undeniably feminine. Especially when you figure my face is perky cute with my green-blue eye shadow and shiny hot pink lipstick along with my cute panda bear earrings that helps to pay attention to my cute curly brunette bob with bangs.

Dr. Pandora has set aside two hours with me since there is a lot of explaining to do. Dr. Pandora is a woman with long blonde hair. She wears glasses and looks rather professional in her long gray skirt. She’s in her forties and has been doing sissy transformations for close to twenty years now. She started a clinic for would be sissies in Daisy City and has performed close to five hundred operations on sissies from all over the continent, most of who have settled in Daisy City and a few, like Dixie, who work for Judy. Indeed Dr. Pandora knows Judy quite well.

“So you were Judy’s step-son.”

“ Yes,”, I’m blushing in embarrassment. “We weren’t really the best of friends. I always though she hated me, but now I know she didn’t.”

“I suspect she just didn’t understand you. I think she does now.” The doctor is giving me a smile. “So, Suzie, how long did you know you wanted to be a girl?”

“I don’t know, really. I think maybe since I was five or six. I’d sneak on Judy’s pantyhose when I was maybe ten. I remember wanting to try on her makeup real bad too.”

“Do you do your own makeup?”

“Yes. Does it look okay?” I’m always self-conscious when someone asks if I do my own makeup.

“Yes, very much. You’re a beautiful young woman, Suzie.” Dr Pandora is the first person to call me a woman.

“Thank you,” I blush.

“I know you like to be called a sissy but I like to call all my patients women because that’s what they are deep inside. Some want babies even believe it or not.”

“I don’t think I do. Too much judgment and I really don’t want to get pregnant.”

“That’s okay. Some don’t, but there are others that do, but until we figure out how to transplant a uterus safely … Anyway, Do you have any questions before I explain the procedure?”

“Well, a few questions but my biggest one right now is will my voice change?”

“That’s part of the operation and one of the things we need to go over. Do you want a sultry voice like Lauren Bacall, a real little girl voice like Melanie Griffith, or something in between?”

“I think I want to sound girly. Kind of like Claudette Colbert.”

“That makes sense. You kind of look like her. I love your hair.”

“I know, I have perfect bangs, don’t I ? And I love my curls.” Nothing conceited about this broad, is there?

A few more questions, then Dr. Pandora explains the procedure to me. “ So basically, we’ll be prepping you with extra doses of sissy cocktails. This will get your female hormones going and your mood and mannerisms will be greatly affected. You may find yourself liking boys more and yearning for the operation so you can have intimate relations with one.”

“So I won’t be sexually attracted to girls anymore.”

“Oh, you’ll always have that attraction and you may even act on it with other women, or sissies, as you call them, but you’ll be more attracted to the idea of cuddling up to and being kissed and beyond by a man. You’ll see. It’s really a wonderful feeling. You may have a crush already and not know it”

“Oh I know it. There’s a guy in my French class I have a crush on. He’s so dreamy. Why doesn’t he like me?” Did I just say that?

“Well, you’re not all the way yet for one thing. Anyway, you’ll be admitted to Daisy City hospital on the morning of the Twenty-sixth and you’ll be operated on that evening. You’ll be under anesthesia and you may not wake up for a couple days while we tweak your new plumbing and voice among other things. I’d love to give you breasts and a new shape too but I’m afraid your new hormones will need a few months to develop to a full female figure.

“So what will happen?”

“Well, we will build a cavity about where a woman’s vagina would be. It’s a significant operation and we will have to also have to operate inside of your butt cheeks. We will surgically remove your testicles and your prostrate and we line your cavity with the inside of your scrotum. Your penis will also be put inside of your body in a position where you can urinate out of what we call your sissy clit and you can ejaculate into a chamber inside of your body where your semen will be converted into estrogen, thus enhancing your feminine characteristics even more. You will have zero ability to produce male testosterone though you will be able to produce tons of the female version that only TG women can produce.”

“You mean sissies.”

“Yes I say TG women instead of sissies.”

By now, my eyes are wide as saucers as I ask, “So how can I ejaculate if I don’t produce semen?”

“Oh, but you will, You see, we implant two ovary type organs that will store both your own ejaculated semen and the semen that a man you’re having sex with ejaculates. Both are used in making a special hormone that enhances your feminine features, mannerisms, and feminine mood. That’s why you see TG women dress in hot pants after they’ve had sex with a man for example. It gives them a very girly feeling, like they’re special. We also implant a third organ right above your shaft that will be inside of your body. That will produce a powerful female hormone that a- attracts men sexually much like pheromones do and b- will circulate in your body upon ejaculation and help give you that feminine feeling as well as keep your physical appearance extremely feminine. “

“How much of this new semen will I produce?”

“About five times the amount you’re producing now which means if you have sex every night, which you probably won’t until you’re married hopefully, you’ll have an ample supply to please any man you’re in contact with. That’s why it’s so important you pick the right man you really want to be with. A TG woman has all the power in these matters.”

Dr, Pandora continues on. “We will also be operating on your breasts, hips, and your voice box where we will be removing your Adam’s apple and changing your voice. Your female semen will also be excreting a new DNA that will be compatible with your system. This will control your measurements and how large your breasts will be. Most TG women prefer large breasts I notice in my practice.”

“Not me. I like them nice and perky like maybe a 36C”

“Normal looking breasts, huh? I like that. Actually even the larger breasts I make look normal to the girls’ disappointment sometimes but they thank me later. I like you only want them to be noticeable and not too large. I’ll make a note of that. I assume you want an hourglass shape to your waist and hips?”

“Yeah, I want a really cute butt (Tee hee).”

Dr Pandora laughs. “Well the sissy cocktail seems to be helping with that. I think you’ll have a perfectly nice caboose by about Easter time; you’re moving quite nicely there already.

“What about my breasts?”

“That will take a little longer to fully develop. Usually from six to nine months after the operation. You may start seeing nipples develop by February. Also, you’ll be hoarse for a couple weeks but when your voice returns you’ll sound just like Claudette Colbert. There will be nothing masculine about your voice whatsoever. You’ll also be shrinking in height a bit too. I know you’re pretty short already. That too will take about six months.”

“Just how short will I get?” I don’t mind being petite but I don’t want to be as short as Maury.

“ TG women can shrink anywhere from two inches to a foot. There isn’t one that is over five foot six. You wouldn’t get any shorter than four foot ten but I think I can fix it where you’ll only be five foot two.”

“Five foot two, eyes of blue, huh?”

“Well I don’t know about the eyes,” Dr. Pandora laughs, “ How about five foot two with pretty brown eyes?”

“I can live with that.”

“Good. So any new questions?”

“Well, yeah. I heard a sissy can only have an orgasm during intercourse, is that true?”

“There are two ways to have an orgasm. Unfortunately you won’t be able have an orgasm by way of masturbation. All that will do is arouse you. You can however, and this is advisable once you’re healed because you will need sexual relief after a day of being in women’s clothing as you know, use a vibrator that will reach the head of your penis. You’ll know you’ve ejaculated when you feel your own juices going into your new ovaries that are located in your butt cheeks. There are receptacles there much like eggs in a woman except these receptacles will help spread female hormones throughout your body. Now when you have intercourse, his penis will come in contact with your feminized penis and neither of you will be able to orgasm independent of one another. You’ll orgasm simultaneously. Now the man’s semen/sperm will also go to your ovary receptacles and that is when you will get that giddy feminine feeling that makes you want to wear hot pants and show off otherwise. You’ll be wanting to show the world that you’re female. You may even want to reward your man with more sexual favors because you feel so girly.”

“Wow, that sounds cool.”

“Very cool, but you really want to like any guy you have sex with. Even better, be in love with him, okay? It’s way too easy for a TG female to be hurt.”

“Okay. “

“So, I think that’s about it. We’ll do the operation in less than four weeks. Your voice will sound like Claudette Colbert. You’ll have DNA that gives you 36C breasts and a nice hourglass figure. You’re already getting a nice caboose and, can you take off your pants a minute? I want to see your legs.”

I comply and I’m showing off my white pantyhosed legs.

“Yep. Just as I thought. You have Betty Grable legs. You need to show them off more.”

“Wednesday’s the only day I don’t, Doctor Pandora.”

“Figures. Well, you do want to show off your other assets too which is why pants are recommended at least once a week.”

“I wear short shorts on the weekends.”

“Good. Boys get the best of both worlds then.” Dr. Pandora senses how important it is for a sissy to feel attractive to boys.

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I meet Judy after the doctor’s appointment. “So how did it go?” Judy asks.

“Well, I think we’re all set. I’m going to look and sound like Claudette Colbert.”

“Oh, you’re much cuter than Claudette Colbert. You do have her hair though and she has a nice voice. Good choice.”

“Well, I’m famished. Is there a place we can get a bite to eat?”

“I’m hungry too. Let’s go to the Candy Corner for a veggie burger and a yogurt.”

“Cool. They have great strawberry shakes.”

“Yes they do, but be careful. It will go right to your hips.” Judy scrutinizes my still boyish hips. “Then again, you can use a little bit of help there. Okay, let’s go.”

This isn't my best work but I need to introduce some new characters

I think I mentioned that Judy has a sister two years her junior. She too is a real success in her business though not in the same fashion as Judy. While Happy Girl Cosmetics has become something of a national corporation, Joan’s company, Lovely Woman, is actually a single woman’s clothing store. They do have top line clothes and Judy likes to shop there for her own wardrobe, particularly for work. Still, her relations with her sister are frosty at best.

Anyhow, I’m tagging along with Judy on a crisp Saturday in early December. I’m only twenty-three days away from the big operation but I can feel the hormones from the many sissy cocktails I’ve had doing its work already. I have a slight swish in my slightly plump butt that you can see through my cute red short shorts. This is bare legged day and I can feel how soft my wonderfully hairless, oiled and already shapely legs are. I got Thelma to paint my fingers and toes red this week and I’m showing them off in my open toe white sandals. Add to that a red wool turtleneck sweater and I’m ready to go. Oh, and, of course, I’m wearing my usual pink lipstick to go with my usual cute makeup and Claudette Colbert hair with the cutest short bangs.

Like I said, I’m just tagging along today. It’s fun to see someone shopping for themselves and I’m trying to help Judy pick out a nice business suit for work. We’re arguing because I think Judy would look good in baby blue while Judy wants to dress more conservatively since she’s the boss and all. I tell her she’s an old fuddy duddy.

“Yeah? Wait till you meet my sister. I bet you’ll love me then.”

“Aw, Judy. You know I love you already, Mommy.” I give her a hug.

Yes, we are visiting Judy’s sister, Joan. Judy always dreads this annual business encounter and I’m glad I’m with Judy for support. Joan lives in this mansion in the north suburbs. She married rich but her husband took off years ago. Joan got the house in a settlement and, with business booming at the Lovely Woman, pulls in about as much money as Judy does.

Some maid greets us at the door and we enter. Joan is in the tea room. My god, what is it with rich women? Judy has a dressing room (that I love by the way) and Joan has a tea room. What will they come up with next? Anyway, I finally meet Joan and she does seem a bit standoffish. Like Judy, she has platinum blonde hair, but that’s where the comparison ends. While Judy’s features are somewhat softer, even motherly, Joan comes off as someone to the right of Cruella De Ville. Bleh!

And her personality doesn’t seem much better as she attempts to keep up with the Joneses, or at least Judy. “Have you seen my new Pomeranian couch? The upholstery is made from Pomeranian dog hair that was clipped at Mary Van Horn’s dog salon.”

“Yeah, I’m impressed.” You can tell that Judy isn’t. “ So do you want to know the state of your business this year, Joan dear?”

“ What do I care? Just tell me how much I made.” Joan lights up a cigarette. “Anyone mind.”

“YES!” Judy and I say in unison.

“Your sissy daughter has brassy balls, Judy.” I’m not sure if I’ve impressed Joan or if I’ve annoyed her.

A rather hunky boy of about my age enters the tea room and I have to say he’s pretty built. He doesn’t have a shirt on and he is showing off his rippling muscles. I look at the crotch of his jeans and I can tell he’s really well hung as well. Oh, my god! Why am I looking at him like that? I never would have done that when I was Simon, wouldn’t have wanted to. But now there’s a part of me that wants this boy to take me. And I’m wondering if this boy wants to take me too because he keeps staring at my sexy bare legs and flaming red toenails.

Judy notices all this as well and doesn’t seem all that happy with either of us, but especially the boy. “Well, Joan, aren’t you going to introduce my nephew to your niece?”

“Hmph! Yes, Tommy, meet your cousin Suzie. She’s Judy’s new sissy daughter.”

Tommy’s face hits the floor. “Sissy? You mean I’m getting hard looking at- a boy? “ Yes, I think there may be a tinge of homophobia at work here.

Judy seems gleeful at his predicament, “Surprise.”

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Tommy runs off and I’m a bit stunned at the sudden cruelty. I feel like I want to cry. And it doesn’t help that Joan brags about how her Tommy is the star quarterback of Northdale High which also won the Jupiter County championship and is now playing for the Mippa State Championship.

And I’m really hurt. The hormones are kicking in and the negative effects are now on the surface as I begin to cry and run off. “Aw,” Joan feigns sympathy. “Come again,sissy niece.”

I have to admit I’m a little mad at Judy too. Why was she so mean to me? Okay, I know, she was trying to be mean to Tommy but why did she have to be mean at all?

Judy finds me sitting on the bench in the yard. She’s ready to go but she can tell I’m mad at her. She tries to explain, “I’m sorry, Suzie, but these people tend to bring out the worst in me.”

“Yeah, you can say that again.” I’m still in tears. “You we’re really cruel in there. And Tommy… I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.” Yes, maybe I’m being a little overdramatic here but remember, I’m only sixteen.

“Honey, Tommy is a jerk, okay? He has to play this macho game that boys play because if he doesn’t, well he thinks that makes him weak.”

“Oh, you’re a psychiatrist, now? “

“Honey, you know you’re not being rational.” And with that, I start to cry hysterically. “Suzie, Suzie, SUZIE! STOP THAT! You’re making a fool of yourself!”

“I don’t care. You all hate me.”

“(sigh) Nobody hates you, well maybe your father does, but nobody else does. Look, sometimes you have to behave at places like this where…” Judy stops and realizes maybe she wasn’t behaving all that well herself. “Oh, my, God, Suzie, I’m so sorry.” She hugs me and I get my good cry out at last.

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The rest of the day goes better as we do some mother and daughter things like shopping for a pocketbook and going for a yogurt at the mall. “Are you feeling better now, honey?” Judy asks.

“I think so, Judy, why did I get so out of control? Was it the hormones?”

“You have a overload of them in you right now, I think. It’s good most of the time and it usually makes you happy from what I’ve noticed with the girls at work, but it can also bring your sadness to the surface. That’s why sissies cry a lot.”

“I’m sorry, Judy. I didn’t mean to get so bent out of shape.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. And I’m sorry that I set you off like that. No, I don’t like Tommy, obviously, and I like Joan even less, but I was wrong to put you in the middle of it. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Of course, Judy.” We hug again. “Tommy did like my legs though, didn’t he?”

Judy laughs. “I bet he’s up in his room fantasizing about you as we speak.”

And with that we have a good laugh and head on home.

To say this is a weird first Christmas is something of an understatement. They only family we have over is, strangely enough, Joan and Tommy. Yes, that promises to be a fun time, doesn’t it? I have to wonder if Tommy is going to look at me this time as I have on a short black dress with a lace top. I’m showing off my nude pantyhose covered legs and they’re being propped up by my silver heels with a slight open toe that show just a little of my fuchsia nail polish. My lips are of the same color and I have some purple-silver eye shadow. I just had my hair done too and I have curls all around my usual short bangs. I look pretty cute if I say so myself. And I have on my usual heart locket necklace as well as green emerald earrings. Okay, so their fake green emeralds but I still look rich, right. Any guy that looks at me would melt, or at least that’s what Judy says.

Of course, a lot of things have happened in the past three weeks that led up to today and some of it is bit shocking. Of course, one thing that wasn’t shocking was that I couldn’t go over to Mom’s because Bud has banned me from the premises. If I thought Tommy was homophobic he has absolutely nothing on ol’ Bud. I can’t really go over to spend Christmas with Mom’s family either as they’re pretty conservative and they just wouldn’t understand a little sissy like me. Dad’s family is even worst; he’s from a family of conservative Christians and I have no doubt they think I’m going straight to Hell. Good, that means I’ll be able to visit them in their country of Penecosta real soon.

But the biggest shock of all belongs to my dear old Dad. You see, a couple weeks ago, he hurled his usual insults at me and Judy had finally had enough. She told him to either leave me alone and accept me as his daughter or get out. Well, he decided to get out. He moved in with Helga and they’re spending Christmas together since unmarried couples living in sin aren’t welcome in Pentecosta either.

So, it’s been pretty peaceful here the last couple weeks as I get ready for my big operation, which is tomorrow. It’s funny that I’ll be saying goodbye to Mr. Happy though he’ll always be inside of me, literally. Dr Pandora suggested I spend a couple hours saying goodbye to him if you know what I mean. Judging by the way I look and feel, I don’t think that will be a problem. Who knows, Tommy may even help me.

School has been pretty cool too. I still get flak from the cheerleaders, especially Megan and Elaine, but I’m still hanging with Sally and I’ve made some new friends. The girls in the general population seem to think I’m pretty cute and funny and Sally and I eat lunch with a few of them now. I’m no longer ostracized and they’ve even accepted Sally as a lesbian, especially Josie who Sally remains crushed on.

Speaking of Josie, she caught me off guard last week at the lockers. All this time while Sally was pining for Josie, it turned out Josie was pining for me. Yes, it seems Josie is a lesbian too. I told her I wasn’t interested as I’m now more attracted to guys, but mentioned I knew of someone else who thinks she’s a god.

“Really, who?” Josie was intrigued.

“Oh, I can’t say, but I bet she’s right under your nose.” I gave her a peck on the cheek for sticking up for me when I was Simon and that was it. I hope Josie realizes how Sally feels for her. They really would make a great couple.

Judy and I worked on the Christmas dinner for the four of us. It was pretty typical fare with the roasted turkey with all the trimmings and some cranberries. I probably won’t eat much as us girls have to watch our weight. I mean don’t worry; I’m not anorexic or anything; I will eat. I just won’t be a piggy about it. Besides, I want some Devil’s Food chocolate cake for dessert, yum. Sally might drop in for dessert and a couple of the sissies at Happy Girl may drop in as well.

But right now, we’re entertaining Joan and Tommy. And, yes, Tommy is taking a peek at my luscious gams but he’s doing it in a way as not to let me know. Not that Joan isn’t being a bit devilish about it. “So, Tommy, are you going to say Hi to your cousin, Suzie?”

“Hi, Cousin Suzie.”

“Hi, Cousin Tommy.” I go into flirting mode as I bat my eyes.

“Ugh! Are you batting your eyes at me, you freak?”

Joan picks up a ladle that’s on the table and smacks Tommy in the head with it. Judy and I look at her with astonishment. “You’re not supposed to insult girls, even sissy girls!” Then Joan stares at me. “And you, Missy-“

“Judy steps in, “Keep her out of this, Joan.”

“ Well, the next time she bats her eyes at my Tommy, I swear I’ll smash her pretty little face in.”

“And if you lay a hand on my little Suzie, I’ll smash your ugly face in.”

O-kay, so while the loving sisters threaten violence on each other, Tommy and I escape to the living room where he, strangely enough, strikes a conversation. “So, how long have you been like, uh, this?”

“ I guess close to two months now. I guess you heard they’re giving me a sissy clit tomorrow.”

“I heard. I think it’s disgusting myself, but different strokes for different folks I guess.” He has another look at my legs. “ I have to admit though, if I didn’t know, I’d sure want to fuck you.”

I’m actually blushing, crude as that statement was. “You know if you wait a couple months…”

“Hell, no. I know what you are.” Tommy pauses. “But still… nah. I’ve screwed enough chicks in my life. I’m even dating a cheerleader at Northside but don’t let my Mom know. She doesn’t want me dating anybody.”

“Why not? Is she one of those psycho mommies that want their son to themselves?” I’m expecting a nasty response.

But what I get is rather sad. “Yeah, basically. She said if she catches me fooling around with a girl, or a guy for that matter, I’d pay dearly.”

Wow. I have to say Tommy is crude and maybe a little too homophobic for his own good, but I feel sorry for the guy. And I do something unbelievably shocking. “Hey, Tommy, don’t get mad, but would you like to see my, um. Mr. Happy before they tuck it in forever? I mean you don’t have to touch it or anything”

“Good because I don’t want to and you better not touch mine either, but yeah, I’m curious.” We go upstairs where I show him my garishly pink room with the pictures of the teen idols. “You’re pulling all the stops, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I do want to go all the way. I really can’t wait till I get my sissy clit. I bet you’ll really want me in about six months.”

“Not a chance.” Tommy prepares himself. “Okay, let’s see it.”

I pull down my pink panties and nude pantyhose and show my penis to Tommy. “Here it is in all its glory.”

“Wow. It looks big with no hair there.”

“I think it’s actually grown a little since I was a boy. It needs to be long when they tuck it in so I can orgasm during intercourse.”

“I don’t know if I needed that graphic, but I guess it’s a big thing, huh?”

“Yeah, it is. “ I tuck in my penis for the last time I think and I put back on my panties and hose. “Okay, now let’s see yours.

“What? Oh, yeah.” Tommy pulls down his pants and whips it out. Wow, it’s huge. I can only imagine being penetrated in my sissy clit by that monster. I also wonder… “Um, would you like to, uh, suck it?”

Strangely enough I do, not because I want to suck cock so much but though I’m sure I will with the right guy, but I’m so turned on by knowing I’m turning him on. So I put on another layer of lipstick and I go to town knowing Judy will kill me if she sees this and who knows what Joan might do. Tommy moans and groans and I do my thing. This is my first time and yet I’m feeling like such an expert.

I won’t go into any more details because that would be unladylike, but let’s just say Tommy is more than satisfied. He even smiles a little. “Wow. That was great. Thanks, Suzie, you really are a hottie, um, I guess you want to cuddle now?”

“Yeah, I do actually, but we better not, the mothers you know.”

“Yeah, right.” Tommy quickly pulls up his pants. “Hey, are they going to change your voice too? It is creepy that you sound like a boy most of the time.”

“Yeah, that’s the best part. I’ll be hoarse for a couple weeks, but then I’ll sound almost like a little girl. I wanted a voice like that girl in You Light Up My Life.”

“You’re gonna sing too?”

“Yeah, badly.” We both have a laugh when Judy yells outside the door.

“Hey, what are you two doing in there.”

“Nothing, Judy.” I open the door. “See, I’m just showing Tommy the room.”

“Yeah, it’s gross like your sissy daughter.” Tommy is playing the act again- good.

“Yeah, you look disgusted. Well, I hope nothing happened. Tomorrow is an important day for Suzie and, anyway, you know how your mother is, Tommy.”

“Yeah.” Tommy’s shoulders sulk.

Judy feels a bit motherly towards Tommy. “Well, you two, let’s get downstairs. Dessert is ready and Sally is here, with some girl named Josie.”

I light up. “Sally’s with Josie? They went out?” Cool!”

Tommy looks like he’s been hit by a truck. “Wait a minute, are you saying those two are lesbians?”

“Yeah, isn’t it fantabulous?

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

NOTE: Please note that this is a fantasy that is set a thousand years into the future. I don't profess to be a doctor and I'm sure what I'm suggesting in this story is anatomically impossible. But a girl can dream, can't she? :D

So, this is it, the day I say goodbye to Mr. Happy who will be moving inside, and I say hello to Miss Sissy Clitty. Dr. Pandora says it will take a couple weeks to heal, but in the end, I’ll have the outside anatomy of a real girl even though my insides will be a lot different. I’ll have two large ovary-like pouches inside of my butt cheeks that will collect my new sissy semen after orgasm as well as any semen from a guy I have sex with. I’ll also have a new voice and my tits will begin to grow, eventually to a 36C by sometime in the summer. Needless to say, I’m really excited.

Judy, Sally, and Dixie are there to lend me support. I didn’t dare tell Judy, but I told Dixie about my first time doing oral sex with Tommy and she was all so giggly about it. She told me she did the same thing to a guy the night before her operation. She also asked if anyone had shown me her sissy clit so I’d know what it looked like. I said no. Dixie looked around and locked the door. She took off her panties and tan pantyhose and she showed me what a sissy clit looked like. It looked gorgeous. It wasn’t quite like a woman’s vagina, but you could see how a penis could fit comfortably in as Dr. Pandora said it would. “You pee out of it too of course,” Dixie said. “So, you have to make sure you’re really clean if you ever want to get laid.”

Of course, that conversation was before Judy and Sally got here and now we’re all dressed. Well, I’m not of course. I mean I have all my makeup on and my nails are done up in red, but I’m not even wearing my falsies and, hopefully, I won’t be wearing them at all after March or April when my own breasts make it to a B cup. All I have on right now is my hospital gown and that’s all I’ll have on for the next three days while I recover.

I do have time to ask Sally what happened with Josie. They were together for Christmas after Sally admitted her love for her.

“Oh, we’re doing great. I don’t know how Josie knew I liked her though, I mean she admitted liking you, but you only want to date guys now.”

Yeah, after the operation. But all I told Josie was that somebody liked her. I figured you would have been mortified if I told her it was you.”

“You’re not kidding I would have been mortified. But it was really nice. We went to a movie and then we kissed. It was really sweet.”

I love a good romantic story.

Dr. Pandora has entered my hospital room to get me ready for the big event. “Well, hello, girls. I guess you’re all excited, Suzie. When you wake up eventually, you won’t sound like a boy anymore.”

“I won’t sound like anything anymore.” I’m looking forward to losing my boys’ voice but not to becoming a mute temporarily.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Suzie,” Judy chides me. “You’ll sound like a songbird in just two weeks.”

“How about I just sound like a parakeet in two days?” I’m getting grumpy, dang hormones.

“How about we get you ready for your operation, young lady?” Dr. Pandora is about to have me wheeled to the operating room .

“Goodbye Dixie, bye Sally, goodbye, Mommy.” I give all three of them a hug, well, they give me one actually and I’m off to the OR. When I come back, I’ll never be the same again.

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We are in the operating room where Dr. Pandora again explains the procedure to me. “We’re going to put you under. You won’t come out of it for about two days while we do three operations on you. Today we’re doing the main operation which will be to open a cavity that will give you a makeshift vagina. We will also be tucking your penis inside where it can reach orgasm during intercourse.”

“I know that already, Dr. Pandora.”

“I know you do, honey, your male testicles are also being replaced with a large female organ that will produce the special female semen we were talking about. From tonight on, you’ll only be able to excrete estrogen and female testosterone which has the opposite effect of the normal male testosterone of course. Even if you never drink another sissy cocktail, and of course you’ll drink plenty, you’ll be a fully biological sissy within a year. With the concoction, hopefully less than six months. “

“And I’m getting the butt ovaries.”

“And you’re getting the butt ovaries. They’re going to be sensitive for, well, actually forever. You’ll love it when a guy rubs you there, I have to tell you.”

“I know, Dixie tells me she gets turned on when her guy caresses her there.”

“Tomorrow. We’ll do the other two operations, both much smaller. We will implant new nipples which will help your breasts grow to the 36C we agreed on… and your voice is going to be replaced, first by removing your Adam’s Apple, and then by altering your vocal chords so you sound like a girl. When you can talk again, you’ll sound just like Claudette Colbert, I promise. But when you wake up, you won’t be able to talk though.”

“I know.”

“So, are you ready?” I nod as to say yes. “Good, say goodbye to Mr. Happy and we’ll put you under.”

I look at my erect penis for what will be the last time. A tear of joy is streaming down my face as the anesthesia is applied. Goodbye, Mr. Happy, Hello Keebler Elf…

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I’m starting to come to. Of course, I’m still pretty groggy from it all but I somehow feel different. My eyesight is a bit blurry, but I can see Judy and Dixie. I’m not really with it but I can hear Judy tell Dixie to fetch Dr. Pandora. I can see Dixie’s cute tush (it’s dress down Wednesday) walking out and I can feel a hard on. Except it feels like the hard on is inside of me. It also feels a little painful.

And Judy notices. “Uh-oh, honey. Think about baseball or something. You don’t want to get excited yet.” No kidding.

So, I think about baseball and those gorgeous hunks. I imagine how well hung they are and, shit!

“Okay, honey. Think about bees or something.”

Dixie has returned. “Dr. Pandora is on her way. Hi, sweetie. How are you feeling?”

Judy gets stern. “Dixie! You know Suzie can’t talk.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot. Okay one finger for yes and two fingers for no.”

Well, that’s a nice way to communicate. Of course, like the fool I am, I do try to talk, and nothing comes out. Dr. Pandora was right. I’m an absolute mute. I ask for a pen and paper or I play charades and they finally figure it out after a half hour. I write that I want to see myself.

“Honey,” Judy says, “Why don’t we wait for Dr. Pandora? Besides we have to put your makeup on.

Put my makeup on? Do I look like Frankenstein? What did Pandora do to me? Is she a quack?

I’m starting to become a little more alert when Dr. Pandora enters. “There’s my girl. The operation went very well. “She turns to Judy. “She didn’t try to talk, did she?”

“Oh, maybe a little.” Judy grimaces at a sulking Dixie.

“Well, no matter.” Dr Pandora is talking to me again. “You’ll be mute for a couple days and then you’ll sound like you have laryngitis for a week or so, but after that, you’ll sound like a little songbird. I see you have paper. Is there anything you’d like to write?”

My nipples feel sore

“Yes, we successfully implanted the hormone boosters that will give you your breasts in about six months. Have you felt anything different down there?”

I nodded yes. And now that I think about it, I feel amazingly different all over but especially in my rump region. It really is sensitive to the touch and my tush feels so soft. In fact, thinking about it give me a hard on again. I write on the paper. My hard on is inside of me, isn’t it?

“Yes, it is. All your new organs are implanted which is why you have a soft tushie now. Would like to feel down there?”

I feel around my nether region and, indeed, Mr. Happy is gone, or at least he isn’t on the outside. I reach down towards my buttcheeks and I feel a bandage around what feels like a new hole. I have a sissy clit, don’t I?

“You do, and it is a nice and tight one if I may say so myself.”

I keep feeling down there being careful not to play with myself and I smile. I’m really a girl sissy.

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I spend two more days in the hospital, and I’m sent home to recuperate. Thanks to some new healing practices, they’re able to remove the bandages from what was once my Adam’s apple, my now very sensitive nipples, and my nether regions. The private area will take the longest to heal and I shouldn’t do much more than go to the bathroom for the next couple months. Of course, I’m going to be aroused, but I won’t be able to do anything about it for a while. That’s pretty frustrating. But I’m all made up at least and learning how to walk again. Now I have to swish my butt like a sissy whether I like it or not and, frankly, that kind of turns me on. And frankly, that makes me sexually frustrated. Oh, to be a sissy.

I have to stay home for another week while I recuperate. Dr. Pandora doesn’t want me back in school until my new voice is in full swing. I can already tell, even with my severe laryngitis, that my boy voice is gone, and I sound almost like Minnie Mouse with a sore throat. That will change of course and soon, I’ll sound like a normal giggling girl. In the meantime, I’ll take my sissy cocktails and try on some new clothes and maybe even bake a cake. I’m going to be doing all kind of girly things from now on and I’m really excited.

But right now, it’s time to go to bed. So, I’ll slip on my bikini bottom so I can show off my plump tushie and a training bra. I can’t wait till I get real boobs. I’ll put on some night cream and listen to some music while I read a beauty magazine. I really want to see the article on how to get softer lips. I feel like I’m so much in heaven right now.

Because, now I’m a real girl sissy and life couldn’t be better.