Sissy; The Only Thing Left For Me

I was in a quandary as to what I could do to escape the predicament I found myself in. I hated school so when I found out that I had failed to pass my sophomore year I just quit going to school. I was supposed to take my report card home, get it signed and then take it back to the school. I forged Mom’s signature, returned it to school and then made the decision to just ditch the rest of my classes for the year. It was only for a few days, as the teachers were wrapping things up and giving makeup tests for those that had missed the end of the year test.

Mom didn’t find out till three weeks later when a truant officer came to visit. I had spent my days holed up in an arcade at the local mall. I looked old enough for most people to ignore me, so was able to get by. Playing video games all day is not what it is cracked up to be, but school I hated and going home ran the chance of running into Mom. I knew I was playing a dangerous game, if caught I would be in so much trouble.

When I returned home that day I could tell Mom was pissed, but she didn’t enlighten me as to why. I made myself a couple of sandwiches and went to my room. I turned on my computer, then stuffed my face, eventually falling asleep on my bed, still fully clothed.

When I awoke the next morning my Aunt Laura was standing over me. She pulled me to my feet, told me to take a shower, then swatted my butt hard. Laura scared me, where my Mom was easy to get along with, her sister Laura was strictly no nonsense. They got along fairly good with each other, although we didn’t see Laura often. When she did show up, it was usually to straighten out a problem, a problem that Mom couldn’t handle. I was worried why she was here, hopefully not because of me and what I have done.

Mom was my only parent since Dad skipped out on us years ago. Other than getting Mom pregnant he was a non-entity, although when caught he paid some child support, that is until he vanished again. Mom’s lawyer spent countless hours tracking him down. This required Mom to work several part time jobs to keep a roof over our heads. I appreciated all Mom did for us, but life sucked and school in particular. I knew I was not going anywhere after high school, that is if I ever finished high school. At the moment, that decision was already made as far as I was concerned, school is just not worth it.

I did as she asked dropping my clothes on the bathroom floor as I stepped into the shower. I was worried why Aunt Laura was here, my usual shower activity got postponed, maybe I can correct the situation later. When I emerged my clothes were gone, not even a towel to cover myself up with. I peeked around the door, not seeing my aunt, then running to my bedroom, dripping water as I went. As I entered I noticed all of my drawers pulled out of the dresser and my closet doors wide open. Other than a few hangers the closet was empty, along with my dresser. I looked to my bed, figuring a sheet would do to hide my naked body to find it bare. Not a single item to cover myself up with, even the pillow cases were gone.

My aunt came through the bedroom door, stopped and looked at me. Her stare is unnerving, like I said before she scares me a lot. I tried to cover myself, being naked in front of my aunt had me shaking and embarrassed. I was told to sit on the edge of the bed, as she pulled up a chair to face me. She did close my bedroom door before she got comfortable on the chair. I did my best to cover my penis, sitting naked in front of your aunt is not the best confidence builder. In fact, I was so sacred I was almost to the point of throwing up, my stomach doing the rumbling thing to the extreme.

“Well Mark, we seem to have a problem. A certain young man has decided that he no longer needs to go to high school. That has caused the school district to send someone to inquire about him. Your Mom was here when they came, quite a surprise when she found out that you were skipping school. Then there is the problem of you flunking all of your classes, meaning that you will have to take the whole sophomore year over again. Then when I got involved I found numerous notes sent to your Mom about class disruption, defacing school property and bullying. The facts that those notes never arrived home, another serious problem, Then we have you forging your Mom’s signature on your report card, I sometimes wonder about your intelligence.

“To keep from the state taking you from your Mother because it is obvious she can’t control you, I have been assigned as your guardian. That means you do what I say and when I say it. Now you are coming with me, to see if I can straighten you out.” I looked down at my naked body, asking her for some clothes. “I think I can help you with that. Turn around and raise your arms up.” I did and felt her slide something over my arms to settle over my body. She zipped up the back and I heard a click.

I looked down and screamed, she had put me in a dress. I tried to reach the zipper, to get it loose enough so that I could get it back over my head. The top of the zipper wouldn’t budge, the dress fitting tight against my chest and stomach wouldn’t let me grab it. I could not move it either up or down to get at the zipper. Laura took a paddle and started swatting my butt hard, there being nothing but the thin dress between my skin and the paddle. I never saw where she got the paddle or the dress, but she had obviously came prepared. I tried to evade her, but she ended up cornering me between the dresser and the bathroom door. I tried to use my hands to protect myself, but the paddle landing on them convinced me to not try that again. I cursed, then cried, then pleaded with her to stop. She did for a minute, telling me to stand still, with my hands at my sides.

She approached placing a collar around my neck, a leash dangling from the collar. The click as it fastened together sounded ominous. I started to protest, one swing of the paddle stopped that action instantly. I was led from the house to her car, blushing red but fearing what may happen if I disobeyed. As we passed the garbage can at the edge of the driveway, I saw most of my male clothes piled in it, not a good sign of things to come. I never saw Mom as I was put in Laura’s car, apparently I was on my own with her. That is not a comforting thought.

I was nearly naked, a thin lacy dress the only thing on my body. The collar had quite an impact on me, I somehow felt unable to fight back anymore. My butt was still hurting where she had swatted it as I sat on the back seat. Having no underwear on made it much worse. To think I was reduced to tears so fast, a young man of sixteen years put in his place by my Aunt, a female and much smaller than me.

It was about two hours to Laura’s house, I remained quiet the entire trip, my ego the most damaged part of my psyche right now. Within a few minutes I had been stripped, paddled and dressed as a girl my fighting back getting me absolutely nothing. Laura was quite a bit smaller than me, at least six inches shorter, but something about her made me feel uneasy, lacking any confidence in my ability to stand up to her.

Once we got to her house I was led upstairs to her daughter’s bedroom, then she removed the dress leaving me there in front of her stark naked. The collar was left on, but the leash removed. As she stepped right in front of me, I was told you can take a nap, since your first appointment is not till tomorrow morning. All the clothes here should fit you, to leave this room you have to be dressed appropriately. That means for food, to get a drink or to use the bathroom. I have closed circuit TV throughout the house, so when you leave the room I will be able to see how you are dressed. I would suggest that you accept your fate for a few weeks, trying to leave the house or fighting this will only make things worse, much worse.

I have legally changed your name, Mark is no longer, Sissy is your name now. If this type of behavior continues I will see to it that you are sent to school dressed in clothes appropriate for a ten year old girl and in the appropriate grade for that age. That means back to the fourth grade, not a place that I think you will like. Now think about all of this, then come downstairs later dressed as a young female and we will have dinner together. She turned and left, closing the door behind her. I stood there in shock, she can’t do this to me, there has to be some law that forbids it.

Then I remembered that she used to work for social services, actually a supervisor for half the state. I presume that is how she became my guardian, knowing enough people to make it happen. I loved Mom, but she was clueless about a young man, so I managed to get away with everything. That is until now.

I looked around the room, while trying to figure out how I was going to escape. I saw the window and smiled. I went to see if it was locked but the window raised easily, so a possible escape route. I looked out to find a trellis to the side of the window going all the way down to the ground, maybe I can climb down it to safety. When I had my head out the window, I felt a tingling in the collar around my neck. I decided the collar needs to be checked out as I walked over to sit at her daughter’s vanity so I could get a closer look at it in the mirror.

There were no visible seams, just a somewhat thick metal band around my neck with way too many feminine decorations on it. There was jewels, some glitter a couple of ribbon bows and in script the word Sissy. I laid my head down on the vanity and cried. This can’t be happening to me, it just can’t. I tried the window again, not believing that I was trapped in her daughter’s room. As soon as my head was out the window, the tingling started again. I decided to see if it was something temporary or longer lasting. After a minute it became intense, somehow the collar was punishing me for trying to escape. Head back in and the tingling stopped.

I did go over and lay on the bed, naked, a sissy collar on me and nothing but frilly feminine clothes to wear. Even if I managed to escape, naked and a sissy collar around my neck sure to send me right back here. I shed a few tears that afternoon, a first for me. Once on the bed the tears turned to outright sobbing. Then as if things could not get worse I discovered I had to pee. Do I try and sneak to the bathroom, hoping Laura does not see that I am still naked or do I give in and put on some of these horrid clothes?

I was lying on my side, my butt still stinging from the paddling. Moving around to try and get comfortable only made my need to go to the bathroom worse. I walked over to the closet, hoping to find a robe, or maybe a jacket to wear so that I could relieve myself. No such luck and I was getting desperate. Finally I grabbed a dress from the closet, when I had it out so I could see it better I let out a low groan, it was covered in lace, and pink in color making the dress just that much more feminine. It looked like it would fit, but meant for a younger female that was super girly. Although the dress was light pink in color I doubted it could be more feminine. I managed to get it over my head, then had to almost dislocate my arm to get it zipped up. One look in the mirror and I was sick. The need to pee overcame everything and I made my way to the bathroom, looking in the hall for her cameras.

I managed to make it, but barely. I faced the toilet raising the dress so that I could pee. The dress kept slipping down, too much fabric in the skirt for me to hold with one hand. I turned and sat down, the male side of my brain groaning at my caving in so quickly. I was sitting like a female to use the bathroom, with my dress covering part of my legs, a dress that I had picked out and put on myself. Laura had not done a thing to make me do this other than threaten me if I came out of the room without clothes, female ones my only choice. I even took some toilet paper to wipe with, not wanting to lift my skirt to take hold of my penis to shake it, like I usually do. I felt ashamed, a simple thing like using the bathroom and I had caved, donned a dress, then sat like a female would do for such a basic bodily function. All of this only hours after she had taken me from my home.

With my eyes staring at the floor, I walked to the bedroom, feeling a little better, one crisis I managed to live through. Once inside I saw a pair of panties laying on the bed, then the shoes to the side of the bed. I figured it out pretty quickly, any other trips out of the room would require panties and girls shoes. Again not a word said, but the implication concise and clear. I did shed the dress as soon as I got back into my room. I was naked again, after struggling for twenty minutes trying to get the zipper down so I could get out of that damn dress. It felt wrong to be wearing it, I couldn’t get it off soon enough after returning to the bedroom.

Lying there all afternoon I ran different scenarios through my mind, first deciding to go on a hunger strike, I was not putting that dress on again or any other female clothes. Then I started to notice some wonderful smells coming from downstairs. Laura was cooking dinner and it smelled so good. Another hour later I was still naked, but my stomach was growling telling my brain to give up, put on a dress and let’s eat. I took time to look through the entire closet, hoping to find something a little less feminine. Every piece I pulled out only got worse, shorter skirts, plunging necklines and the horrid pink color on most every piece of clothing. All the items were meant for a younger girl or a sissy, then I remembered her telling me that she had changed my name to Sissy. What am I going to do, then the knowledge that there was something to eat downstairs reappeared in my mind, but is it worth it.

There were no new smells, so I figured dinner was ready. If I didn’t show up on time I feared I would miss out entirely. My stomach won out, grabbing the first dress I saw and slipped it on. Again fighting with the zipper and then I noticed the panties still lying on the bed. I picked them up carefully, fearing that putting them on might suddenly turn me into a female for real.

I stepped into them, and started pulling them up my legs. I let out a very un-masculine moan, as they slid past my knees. Breathing became difficult and for a few seconds I actually held my breath. By the time I got them to my waist my penis was rock hard, making the panties stick out obscenely. I tried to think of something else, but the erection persisted. So I made my way back to the bathroom, lowered my panties and jerked off. Believe me it didn’t take long, a few touches of my hand and I was spewing all over the place. Then there was the problem of cleaning up, wet, gooey, and sticky it required more than a few pieces of toilet paper to get it under control and remove the evidence that it had happened.

Back to the bedroom, my face red as a beet, I am sure every drop of blood I had was crammed into the space between my ears. I made sure my male organ was tucked securely between my legs not wanting to have a repeat performance in front of Laura or for her to see what the panties did to me. Even as I did that my male organ started to betray me again, I reached down and grabbed it and squeezed hard, hoping to stop its swelling. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt it shrink in my hands, so I put it back between my legs and pulled up the panties up once again.

A distinct smell still permeated the air so I stopped at her daughter’s vanity and sprayed some perfume on the offending object. Now I smelled so girly, I take it I used too much perfume, since that was all I could smell now.

I started for the door, only to remember the shoes. I picked one up to look at it. Of course, it was a heel, though the heel height looked quite manageable. I slipped it on, somehow it was my exact size. I put the matching one on and started for the door. The heels were affecting how I was walking, they seemed to require me taking smaller steps, my ass swaying back and forth like a lot of the girls at school. I stopped, debating whether to take the shoes off or continue on to dinner. Laura’s calling me to dinner at that very moment, decided for me. I minced off to the stairs and then to the kitchen, for that was what it felt like I was doing. The stairs were a problem, I ended up holding on to the railing with both hands as I made my way down them. I pictured my swaying ass from behind, another surge of blood rushing to my head.

As I entered the kitchen Laura looked at me, scanning my body from head to toe. She came over, picked up my skirt, I presume to make sure I was wearing panties, then hugged me and showed me to the table. I was reluctant to break off the hug, it felt so good. A hug that I have seldom received in the past. It wasn’t because Mom didn’t want to hug me, it was because I never allowed it.

She did comment on my perfume, suggesting that in the future a light mist than walk though it would be more than enough to hide my objectionable odor. Another blush and lots of blood flowing upward. She had figured out what I was trying to cover up instantly, causing me even more embarrassment.

A most delicious plate of food was placed in front of me, waiting to be devoured. She showed me how to sit with a skirt, then made me redo it several times until I got it right. I was to eat with one hand, the other hand to be placed in my lap and left there. Finally I was able to taste some of the food.

There was a delicious roast, potatoes cooked in the juices of the roast, some green beans that she had heard I liked and a bowl of salad. Laura mentioned that the salad had to be eaten too, or there would be no more food for future meals. I screwed up my face and took the first bite, surprised at how good it tasted. The dressing was slightly sweet, making the lettuce and tomatoes slide down my throat a little easier. I actually finished the salad first before moving on to the rest of the meal.

Several times I was told to slow down, there was no hurry and we had plenty of time to eat before I was to help her do the dishes. Well the dishes comment stuck in my craw, but luckily before I made another fatal mistake I remembered how I was dressed and the collar, deciding that I would indeed help her do the dishes. I did think back to earlier today, other than the spanking with the paddle, everything I have done willingly. Her threats, her stupid rules and that damn collar the only pieces of persuasion that were necessary. I dressed in the clothes, took the hint about the panties and shoes and even jerked off while dressed to avoid the obvious reaction of my male organ to the silky panties. I can’t be much of a male if silky panties can turn me on that much.

Then she brings out dessert, my favorite cheesecake. I nearly swoon at the gorgeous site, canned cherries on top of each piece. It is placed in front of me with a caveat. To be able to eat it, I need to wear a nightie to bed tonight. A nightie that she had laid across the back of the chair next to me. I stared at the piece of clothing, up to now I was not even aware that it was lying there. Oh gawd, pink in color and frills adorning the hem of the nightie, so short it will probably only come down to just past my panties. I did catch myself referring to the panties as mine.

I used to visit some porn sites where the girls wore nighties like this, now I will be wearing the same. I looked at the cheesecake, told her I will wear it to bed and then took my first bite of the cheesecake. It was so delicious, melting in my mouth. Then stared back at the nightie, a sacrifice but is it worth the piece of cheesecake. My scheming mind figured I could slip into the nightie, than after she goes to bed I could remove it and sleep in the nude.

I savored the piece of cheesecake, hoping that if I stalled I might be excused the kitchen duties. When I took the last bite, Laura came over helping me to stand and slipped an apron on me. She tied it in a big bow behind my back, then handed me a stack of dishes and pointed to the kitchen. I decided to help her, so far this has not been that bad, the dinner and the dessert really hitting the spot. It went quicker than I had thought, forty minutes later the dishes were done and the kitchen cleaned up. She helped me with the apron, hanging it on hook right inside the kitchen door. I was taken to her den, which she used to use as her office with the nightie laying over my arm. The feel of the satin material and the lace at the hem doing a job on me as I followed her. A subtle remainder of things yet to come.

Shown to a chair and then she directly opposite, facing me. “I will tell you exactly what I am doing to you and why. Your behavior has been unsatisfactory, both in school and at home. Your Mom has bent over backwards to see that you had a nice home and a decent education. To this you deceived her, lied to her and failed in your education. Now I enter the picture, I see what you have done, and ended up having to intervene before you got taken from your Mom and put in foster care or juvenile hall. I assure you either of those are much worse than what you will endure with me. I have decided that your male ego was the problem here, so we are going to take away any masculine traits you might have, replacing them with the girliest ones we can find.”

“I am going to start you off as a sissy, a simpering effeminate male dressed in the girliest clothes, makeup and cutest juvenile hairstyles. The collar stays on and I am going to drag you everywhere I go dressed as a Sissy. You will have lots of things done to you to make you look more feminine, but never enough to disguise that you are really a male. None of your treatments are permanent at this time, but failure of you to cooperate with me and I will see you end up as a simpering effeminate female for the rest of your life. That is not a threat but a promise. You will not be allowed to waste your life and end up in prison or dead. It all starts tomorrow morning so I suggest that you decide to cooperate, otherwise life might become very difficult for you. Take your nightie and get ready for bed, I will be up to tuck you in shortly.”

I made my way to my bedroom, struggled to get the zipper down on the dress, then slipped it off. I left it lying on the floor where it fell, then decided that might not set well with Laura, picked it up and put it back on a hanger. Then looked more closely at the nightie, swallowed hard and let it slide down over my shoulders. Again the feeling of the silky material causing all kinds of eruptions all over my body, the least of which was a ton of goose pimples.

I managed to slip under the covers, moaning again as I discovered they were satin sheets, feeling cool to the touch and awfully erotic. Laura entered the bedroom shortly after that, I got a hug and the covers were tucked in around me. Then she slid two mittens over my hands, locking them at my wrist. She smiled at me. “I saw that look on your face earlier, however I have had a lot of experience with young males, so I know what has to be done.” Pulling back my covers she then took a silky scarf, wrapped it around my penis and snugged it loosely but not loose enough to fall off. She replaced my covers, making sure the sheets were tucked under my body. I was kissed on the forehead as she left the room after turning off the lights.

Oh gawd, why did she have to do that, every movement caused the scarf to slide on my penis, keeping me erect and frustrated all night long. The nightie added the rest of the frustrations necessary to make me miserable, followed closely by the satin sheets. I was doomed, in a few simple steps she had made me that simpering sissy. Those damn mittens prevented me escaping my predicament, every time I tried to use the mittens to slide off the scarf, they just slid over the scarf, doing nothing to help me escape the silky feelings. My fingers were useless within the mittens, fused together and unable to do anything. I was to discover the mittens were also lined in silk, just moving my fingers a little sending more unwanted feelings to my overworked mind.

I was not rested the next morning, only gaining a few brief periods of sleep mixed in with the almost constant frustration I endured all night. I had to use the bathroom again, now an almost impossible task with the mittens secure on my hands. I had to find Laura to take off my scarf, then hurried to the toilet to pee. I did manage to get a wad of toilet paper to blot off the extra moisture, but it took forever with the mittens still on my hands. As I returned to the room, a leash was secured to my collar and I was led out of the house, in just the nightie and a pair of panties. I was going to protest the action, but maybe what she will come up with might be worse than what I am enduring now. I was humiliated, embarrassed, outside of the house in nothing but a nightie and being led by a leash attached to my collar. Put into the passenger seat of her car, the seat belt fastened securely and my leash wrapped around the head rest on the seat.

It was a short drive to my appointment, when we pulled up in front of the salon, I let out a groan. True to her word, I was being feminized, but not sure how much. From the look of the place, they were quite capable of almost anything, even at this ungodly hour the place was packed. I was released from the seat and led into this bastion of femininity. As we walked to the reception desk I was stared at, then came the giggling and laughter. Bright red again, I doubt my face will ever return to a normal color.

Laura told the receptionist that Sissy was here for her appointment, handed her the leash and left, walking right out to her car and then driving away. I was alone, scared and feeling quite vulnerable. The young girl took my leash and pulled on it, leading me to a room at the back of the salon. There I was deposited, her giggling a little then telling me that they will be in shortly to work on me. Of course, I was bright red, the embarrassment of being led around by a leash dressed in only a nightie. A few minutes later three ladies came in, looked me over then went to gather what they needed. They were back quickly and started working on me.

I started to say something, but the one lady held up a gag, implying that if I attempted to talk I would be gagged. The words I wanted to say died in my throat. A lady was working on my hands after removing my mittens. Since she was matching extensions to each fingernail I presumed that is my fate.

The other lady was working on my toenails, apparently I was to receive bright red polish applied to each and every toenail, a perfect match to my fingernails when finished.

The third lady leaned the chair back a little and started in on my eyebrows. The pain as she plucked out each hair was sharp, although after a few I was able to keep my groans to myself. Part of the incentive to keep quiet was the gag that was still visible on a table to the side of the chair I was in, one look is all that was needed to insure my continued silence. Once the three were done I appeared much more feminine, sissyish to be more specific.

My hair was next, my allowing my hair to get so long not in my favor now. It was cut into a feminine style and then set in curlers. A stint under a dryer and then the curlers were removed and the style was brushed out. I now sported curly pigtails coming down to my shoulders, with bright pink ribbons around each bunch of hair. It was definitely juvenile in looks, maybe something an eight year old might wear.

Looking at my eyebrows I could see that I had very few hairs left, the high arched brow line now quite apparent. Some lipstick was added to my lips, then placed in a purse for me to carry with me. I did receive something to replace the nightie, so short it barely covered my panties. I did eventually came to realize that the panties matched the dress, so they were meant to be seen. I doubt my face will ever return to a normal coloration, the amount of blood now congregated there bound to keep it red forever. Each time I blush the color seems to get richer, never fading much with time.

So dressed and made up to resemble a young sissy, that is how I looked when my Aunt came to retrieve me. The damn leash was reattached to my collar and I was led from the salon. I hoped to be taken back to her home, but as luck would have it I ended up at the largest mall in town. I let out such a huge sigh, Laura giggling at my reaction to our destination. “Behave yourself and do as I say and this will be bearable, fight it and you will be here all day. They do have a daycare facility at the other end of the mall, I could always leave you there as I shop, the girls will love to have you to play with.”

Believe me I was good, her last statement never far from conscious thought. I tried on dresses, got my ears pierced and suffered the exposure to countless other customers and shop assistants. No one was mean to me, I did receive lots of giggles at my looks and actions. After awhile I was able to endure them, at least, I was not alone and Laura was always close by.

It was three long hours later when Laura dragged me from the mall. I kind of had got used to being laughed at, since almost anywhere I had been led there was someone there to appraise my looks and then snicker or laugh at me. Once back home Laura led me to my bedroom removed the leash and helped me get out of the dress. I was helped into a different dress, just as frilly and cute, but much shorter, the hem of the dress not even covering my panties. She grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen where I had to help her prepare dinner.

The dinner was so good, even help fixing it was a dilemma. I wanted to sample things as we prepared the food, but Laura made sure I was focused on preparing it and not on an early snack of the goodies. Finally it was time to partake of the food, although I wanted to gobble it down, I had to sit like a proper young lady and nibble the food. She asked if I enjoyed the visit to the mall, telling me there will be many more such excursions in the coming weeks. That thought kind of lingered till Laura took off my apron, then pulled me to her and hugged me tenderly. I soon was nestled tighter to her, enjoying the hug and her presence.

The day’s events were repeated often. At least two trips out each week to a mall or large department store. Weekly trips to the beauty salon where my curls were refreshed and something new added each time to emphasize my femininity. My body hair was removed, although I had very little to start with, I now had none. My penis was glued to my groin and a silicone female vagina was glued over the top. As that was being done they did something to my penis keeping it from swelling up, now I had a slit like a female but no feelings there at all. Then on the last trip they glued small forms to my chest, then hooked hoses to them and started a pump. It was the pump’s job to suck loose tissue into the cups to form small breasts. Like Laura had said earlier enough to make me look like a sissy, but not enough to conceal the fact that I had been a male.

The dresses remained super short, exposing whatever panties I might be wearing and of course the majority of my legs. Always nail polish on my toes and fingernails and visible to all. Lipstick, some mascara, a little rouge for my cheeks but never enough to make me look like a natural born female. I had been with my Aunt for six weeks now, trying to do exactly as she wants and desires.

I had come to the realization that my approach to things in the past was the problem, so regretted my actions those many weeks ago. I asked Laura if there was maybe something else I could do to atone for my past actions. I was almost pleading for anything but what I was subjected to now. I knew I deserved to be treated like a sissy but was trying to think past the next few years. I really did not want to be a sissy for the rest of my life. I was told matter of factly that she would think it over and let me know her decision later. Just like that the subject was tabled till who knows when.

It was a week later and I had just finished the dishes after a delicious dinner that I had to help cook. I was taken to her office and sat in a chair right in front of her desk. I was caught slouching and she made me correct my posture. Then she told me what she had worked out. It was suggested that I listen first to everything before I commented. I was to have one chance at this possible solution to my request and one chance only. If I turned it down there will be no alternatives other than a life as a sissy. This was not what I had envisioned when I asked her for a life other than as a sissy. I had hopes of being returned back to a masculine persona and allowed to make my way in the world, but what she is hinting at is far from that dream.

First you will have to embrace this possible solution completely. That means you will have to do things willingly without being told and as appropriate for what you want. You will have to secure a job in this persona and excel in it so that I can feel confident you might be able to support yourself later in life. You will have to live the life 24/7 for the foreseeable future. No excuses, no shirking of responsibilities and no putting off to another day what needs to be done today. I expect you to buy your own clothes, shoes and any other items you might need for this persona. That includes interacting with society in general and me in particular.

Her next words left a permanent scar on my mind, my escape from sissydom was going to be as a female. Oh gawd, my one chance to escape this life of a sissy is to live the life of a female, 24/7 for the rest of my life. It took a few minutes for my mind to perceive all the different facets of this type of life, getting a job and dressing as a female the first two aspects to invade my mind. The interacting with society as a female popped up, probably the hardest part of this. Once my mind got to the part of interacting with boys I promptly passed out.

I did come around eventually, the start of a headache making its presence known. Such a decision, keep being a sissy or embrace the female life as a young teenager. Believe me the headache got worse, much worse. Maybe being a sissy will not be that bad, I know I will like and treasure the hugs whenever they are given. But what of my future, an old and graying sissy not the most comforting image to pop into my mind.

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