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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on May 15, 2024, 10:27:18 AM »
Chapter 78
He racked his brains to think how she could have found out. Did someone spill the beans? Then who? Who could possibly have told her that? It clearly didn’t come via her mother. Even if she had found out somehow, he was sure she wouldn’t have cooly gone and told her daughter.
After stewing on in for a couple of hours, he gave in and texted her.
“How did you know about that?”
“I know everything about you.”
That just made it worse. Everything? Now he was in a panic. He needed to find the answer at any cost. He sought out Nicole. She was in the kitchen talking on the phone.
“Auntie. I need to speak to you – urgently.”
“Lavvy… Sorry, I need to see to something. I’ll call you back.” She looked at him enquiringly. He looked in a bit of a state. “What’s the matter?”
“Did you…did you tell Mélisande about my boot boy stuff?”
“What?”
“Did you?”
“Of course not. She’s a little kid. I wouldn’t tell her anything about you.”
“Well, someone did. Cos she knows.”
“No-one I know would do that… There’s only us three… Clare and Wendy…oh, and Wendy’s friends, I suppose. But they have no connection with her… Miss Poole certainly wouldn’t. Who else is there? Those three ladies at the meeting…. Wait a minute. Didn’t that – what’s her name – Murchison – didn’t she say something about seeing Mélisande after the meeting finished?”
“Did she?”
“Yes. You couldn’t hear, but she said something about giving her a heavier whip…”
“What?”
“When did Mélisande find this out?”
“She only mentioned it tonight…”
“That must be it, then. What a stupid b… She must be one of those women who can’t keep their mouths shut – even with a kid! You wait…”
“She must be the one who gave her the photo, too!”
“Photo? What photo?”
“She has a photo of me in my pony gear with my hood off. It must have been taken at the meeting!”
“I’m going to kill that stupid cow.” She picked up the phone.
“Violet?” She suppressed her anger and spoke sweetly. “You don’t by any chance have Miss Murchison’s number, do you? I wanted to ask her something about, er… ah, yes, she mentioned a restaurant I should try, but I’ve forgotten the name… You do? Could you..? Yes, text it to me. Great. Thanks!”
“Auntie? Don’t ring her now, will you?”
“Why not?”
“You always tell me if I’m angry to sleep on it. Otherwise, you say, you’ll make a fool of yourself.”
Nicole took a deep breath. “You’re right, darling. You’re quite right. I’m fuming. I’ll say something stupid, and then I’ll be in the wrong. Okay. Thanks. Tomorrow, then.”
“Yes. Cool down and discuss it with Aunt Lavinia first.”
“Good thinking.” She relaxed a little, and grinned. “So what did that little minx say?”
“She told me to bring my uniform with me when I go round to hers on Friday.”
“She did? Well, you’ll have to do it, won’t you, or she’ll never let you rest. She wants to see you in it – or maybe she just wants a boot-shine!”
“But I can’t… She’s gonna laugh at me…”
“Oh, diddums. Let her laugh. You look great in it. You can wear the new one I got you.”
“New one?”
“Make a change from the pinks and reds. I’ll show you. Wait there.”
She went up to her room and returned with a Fantastex box. She took his uniform out piece by piece.
“So…the cap…yellow with a blue peak and “Boot Boy” in blue lettering…gloves…yellow with blue frilling…close-fitting yellow spandex T-shirt with “Boot Boy Bobby” in blue across the front – you can tuck that into your pants - yellow socks – short ones for the summer. New blue trainers with yellow laces. Now they’re cool – are they not?”
Bobby looked at them appreciatively. “I guess they are pretty cool – it’s the other stuff that I have to wear with them…”
“I also got you a cute little jacket.”
She produced a short, lightweight zip-up jacket with elasticated waistband and hood, both with drawstrings and acorn-shaped moulded rubber pulls, blue for the hood and yellow for the waist, all in fine translucent latex, the jacket yellow, the hood blue. Bobby sighed.
“Don’t you like it? It’s perfect for rainy days. I was going to get you a regular one, but Cynthia insisted, so all the colours match.”
“So I’m going to be perfectly colour-coordinated. And look like a total…”
Nicole ignored the remark. “And last but not least….”
She held up a pair of little latex hot pants - you couldn’t really call them shorts – in yellow and blue. The tight little leg frills were azure blue, the waistband fitted with belt loops and a (quite superfluous) blue rubber belt, while the pants themselves were in halved colours: yellow, blue, yellow, blue. The left-hand yellow front pane had a little yellow letter “B” inside a blue heart positioned just above the leg band on the outside of the thigh.
“Cute, don’t you think? The halving was Cynthia’s idea.”
Yes, that was exactly what they were…
Bobby’s forehead puckered up. “Auntie…”
“What? Don’t you like them? I discussed it with Cynthia. She had all sorts of ideas, some involving natural, semi-transparent latex with coloured hearts or balloons in strategic places. Would you have preferred that?”
“No! Don’t be silly!”
“Sorry. I’m not sure she was serious. But I thought these would be great for Pitt’s Wood. Pink always has girlie connotations. These are much more suitable for a boy.”
“I don’t even know if I’m going to work there, aunt.”
“Oh, you must! They’re relying on you. And you’re going to be well paid, I know that for a fact.”
“Am I…?” he felt his resolve weakening.
“Oh, and look. They threw in pretty little blue choker edged with tiny, tiny yellow frills. It even had your name printed in yellow letters.”
Bobby put his hand to his head in despair.
“So I’ll pack this all back up – there’s a sachet of lovely rose-scented talc in there too – and you can take it with you on Friday.”
“Auntie…”
“If I were you I would just go along with it. What’s done is done, and it seems to be she has you in the palm of her hand. If you try to thwart her, you might regret it. Don’t you think?”
Bobby gave in to a little tantrum. “It’s not fair!” he cried, doing a little impotent jump. “I can’t disobey her, now she has all this stuff on me!”
“And you’re her pony, too…” Nicole reminded him, with a faint smile. “And I understand she has a new whip… I think you’d better be nice to her, dear, and go along with what she wants…
“I don’t have much choice, do I?” said Boby, dismally.
“I’m afraid not. But you usually don’t mind being ordered about. Clare says…”
“Clare’s a grown-up! Mélisande’s a twelve-year-old!”
“Yes, that must be quite irksome…” replied Nicole, coolly. “So I’ll pack this in a bag, and pop it in your rucksack Friday morning, okay?”
He racked his brains to think how she could have found out. Did someone spill the beans? Then who? Who could possibly have told her that? It clearly didn’t come via her mother. Even if she had found out somehow, he was sure she wouldn’t have cooly gone and told her daughter.
After stewing on in for a couple of hours, he gave in and texted her.
“How did you know about that?”
“I know everything about you.”
That just made it worse. Everything? Now he was in a panic. He needed to find the answer at any cost. He sought out Nicole. She was in the kitchen talking on the phone.
“Auntie. I need to speak to you – urgently.”
“Lavvy… Sorry, I need to see to something. I’ll call you back.” She looked at him enquiringly. He looked in a bit of a state. “What’s the matter?”
“Did you…did you tell Mélisande about my boot boy stuff?”
“What?”
“Did you?”
“Of course not. She’s a little kid. I wouldn’t tell her anything about you.”
“Well, someone did. Cos she knows.”
“No-one I know would do that… There’s only us three… Clare and Wendy…oh, and Wendy’s friends, I suppose. But they have no connection with her… Miss Poole certainly wouldn’t. Who else is there? Those three ladies at the meeting…. Wait a minute. Didn’t that – what’s her name – Murchison – didn’t she say something about seeing Mélisande after the meeting finished?”
“Did she?”
“Yes. You couldn’t hear, but she said something about giving her a heavier whip…”
“What?”
“When did Mélisande find this out?”
“She only mentioned it tonight…”
“That must be it, then. What a stupid b… She must be one of those women who can’t keep their mouths shut – even with a kid! You wait…”
“She must be the one who gave her the photo, too!”
“Photo? What photo?”
“She has a photo of me in my pony gear with my hood off. It must have been taken at the meeting!”
“I’m going to kill that stupid cow.” She picked up the phone.
“Violet?” She suppressed her anger and spoke sweetly. “You don’t by any chance have Miss Murchison’s number, do you? I wanted to ask her something about, er… ah, yes, she mentioned a restaurant I should try, but I’ve forgotten the name… You do? Could you..? Yes, text it to me. Great. Thanks!”
“Auntie? Don’t ring her now, will you?”
“Why not?”
“You always tell me if I’m angry to sleep on it. Otherwise, you say, you’ll make a fool of yourself.”
Nicole took a deep breath. “You’re right, darling. You’re quite right. I’m fuming. I’ll say something stupid, and then I’ll be in the wrong. Okay. Thanks. Tomorrow, then.”
“Yes. Cool down and discuss it with Aunt Lavinia first.”
“Good thinking.” She relaxed a little, and grinned. “So what did that little minx say?”
“She told me to bring my uniform with me when I go round to hers on Friday.”
“She did? Well, you’ll have to do it, won’t you, or she’ll never let you rest. She wants to see you in it – or maybe she just wants a boot-shine!”
“But I can’t… She’s gonna laugh at me…”
“Oh, diddums. Let her laugh. You look great in it. You can wear the new one I got you.”
“New one?”
“Make a change from the pinks and reds. I’ll show you. Wait there.”
She went up to her room and returned with a Fantastex box. She took his uniform out piece by piece.
“So…the cap…yellow with a blue peak and “Boot Boy” in blue lettering…gloves…yellow with blue frilling…close-fitting yellow spandex T-shirt with “Boot Boy Bobby” in blue across the front – you can tuck that into your pants - yellow socks – short ones for the summer. New blue trainers with yellow laces. Now they’re cool – are they not?”
Bobby looked at them appreciatively. “I guess they are pretty cool – it’s the other stuff that I have to wear with them…”
“I also got you a cute little jacket.”
She produced a short, lightweight zip-up jacket with elasticated waistband and hood, both with drawstrings and acorn-shaped moulded rubber pulls, blue for the hood and yellow for the waist, all in fine translucent latex, the jacket yellow, the hood blue. Bobby sighed.
“Don’t you like it? It’s perfect for rainy days. I was going to get you a regular one, but Cynthia insisted, so all the colours match.”
“So I’m going to be perfectly colour-coordinated. And look like a total…”
Nicole ignored the remark. “And last but not least….”
She held up a pair of little latex hot pants - you couldn’t really call them shorts – in yellow and blue. The tight little leg frills were azure blue, the waistband fitted with belt loops and a (quite superfluous) blue rubber belt, while the pants themselves were in halved colours: yellow, blue, yellow, blue. The left-hand yellow front pane had a little yellow letter “B” inside a blue heart positioned just above the leg band on the outside of the thigh.
“Cute, don’t you think? The halving was Cynthia’s idea.”
Yes, that was exactly what they were…
Bobby’s forehead puckered up. “Auntie…”
“What? Don’t you like them? I discussed it with Cynthia. She had all sorts of ideas, some involving natural, semi-transparent latex with coloured hearts or balloons in strategic places. Would you have preferred that?”
“No! Don’t be silly!”
“Sorry. I’m not sure she was serious. But I thought these would be great for Pitt’s Wood. Pink always has girlie connotations. These are much more suitable for a boy.”
“I don’t even know if I’m going to work there, aunt.”
“Oh, you must! They’re relying on you. And you’re going to be well paid, I know that for a fact.”
“Am I…?” he felt his resolve weakening.
“Oh, and look. They threw in pretty little blue choker edged with tiny, tiny yellow frills. It even had your name printed in yellow letters.”
Bobby put his hand to his head in despair.
“So I’ll pack this all back up – there’s a sachet of lovely rose-scented talc in there too – and you can take it with you on Friday.”
“Auntie…”
“If I were you I would just go along with it. What’s done is done, and it seems to be she has you in the palm of her hand. If you try to thwart her, you might regret it. Don’t you think?”
Bobby gave in to a little tantrum. “It’s not fair!” he cried, doing a little impotent jump. “I can’t disobey her, now she has all this stuff on me!”
“And you’re her pony, too…” Nicole reminded him, with a faint smile. “And I understand she has a new whip… I think you’d better be nice to her, dear, and go along with what she wants…
“I don’t have much choice, do I?” said Boby, dismally.
“I’m afraid not. But you usually don’t mind being ordered about. Clare says…”
“Clare’s a grown-up! Mélisande’s a twelve-year-old!”
“Yes, that must be quite irksome…” replied Nicole, coolly. “So I’ll pack this in a bag, and pop it in your rucksack Friday morning, okay?”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Looking for a story
« Last post by Andlat on May 15, 2024, 08:13:57 AM »
Any other details you can give? That's not a lot to go off of
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Active Sissy Stories / Looking for a story
« Last post by Heidi on May 15, 2024, 06:18:05 AM »
My English isn't the best but I'm looking for a story. I only know the end. After some time of sissy treatment, the sissy was finally dressed and treated normally again. But in the end he missed the pretty clothes and his dolls and wanted to continue living as a sissy.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by Andlat on May 14, 2024, 05:58:27 PM »
I can tell Josh feels so pretty. He might not even want to take his outfit off
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on May 13, 2024, 05:32:30 PM »
PART 57
In short order, they left the dressing area and returned to the main area of the dress store where Kathy was waiting. She immediately squealed with delight when she saw her brother, “Oooh Josh you are so cute! They’ve turned you into Little Lord Fauntleroy for sure… OMG your curls are ridiculously adorable… I love them!”
“Uhh thank you Kathy,” he said shyly, “They’re called ringlets, and Miss Andrea did them for me.” Instantly, he wondered why he had said all that, but he saw all the ladies beaming when he did.
“And look, we’re twins!” she went on. Kathy did a happy little twirl to show off her matching dress. It was true that her dress was made of the same rose-pink velvet with similar satin and lace trim, but it seemed to Josh that her outfit was much more understated than his. It was closer to something a modern teenage girl might wear to a fancy party. The lace accents of her dress were less intricate. Her shoes were made of similar velvet material as his Mary Janes, but they had no bows on them and had pointed toes. He was also somewhat surprised to see her shoes had heels. She was already slightly taller than her brother, but how she practically towered over him in his little pink ballet flats.
“Your outfit is so beautiful too, Sis,” he said as cheerfully as possible.
Seeing the two of them together, Mrs. Smyth commented, “you must remember that Ellen Meriweather was three years older than Cindy, so that’s why Kathy’s dress is slightly more ‘grown up’ if you will.” She explained further, “you can clearly see it has the same Victorian influences, but it’s a more mature take and was meant for a teenager as opposed to a younger girl.”
Gwendolyn insisted on snapping some photos of the two of them in their coordinated outfits, and it was clear to Josh that he looked every bit like the younger sibling next to his sister. It pained him as Mrs. Smyth reminded him again that he was wearing the outfit made for the younger girl. With a start, he realized he was actually jealous of Kathy’s dress! What was happening to him? While they were taking photos, Kathy grabbed his hand and coaxed him into doing a couple of curtsies in tandem with her. At first, he had suggested that he should bow instead of curtsy since he was in a “boy’s” outfit, but Kathy had immediately rejected that idea.
“Oh no, Joshy,” she said assertively, “you need to keep working on your curtsies, don’t you think?”
Josh had sheepishly given in immediately and said, “I guess you’re right, sis.”
Gwendolyn’s heart swelled as she watched her sissified son in his lovely pink Fauntleroy suit doing curtsies with his sister. He was certainly improving with practice.
A few moments later, Gwendolyn thanked Mrs. Smyth, “Well thank you so much for everything Dolores! I’m incredibly appreciative of all your help.”
Unprompted, Kathy piped in enthusiastically as well, “Oh yes thank you Mrs. Smyth! I feel so pretty and I love my dress!” and she dropped into another pleasing curtsy. Clearly enthralled, she added, “and Josh’s outfit is just darling!”
There was a slight pause as everyone turned to Josh expectantly. After a brief hesitation, the sissified boy spoke up as well, “Oh yes thank you for everything Mrs. Smyth!” he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. His mother then subtly cleared her throat, obviously wanting him to say more.
His cheeks warming again, Josh added, “I just adore my Little Lord Fauntleroy suit, Mrs. Smyth! I feel so… dapper wearing it! It’s perfect!” Next, he turned to Miss Andrea, and said, “And my curls are wonderful, Miss Andrea! Thank you so much!” Then, with an inward grimace, the teenaged sissy curtsied adorably for the ladies.
Mrs. Smyth beamed with satisfaction and replied, “You are all quite welcome! The two of you are just precious and I’m sure you’ll be a hit at High Tea!” Then she said, “I hope you enjoyed learning all about your Fauntleroy suit, dear… now you can truly appreciate that you’re wearing a wonderful bit of history!” Lastly, she added, “I know Mrs. Meriweather will be so pleased when she sees the photos of you in those darling outfits!”
“We’ll see you at the Tea, ladies,” Gwendolyn said, “Let’s go kids!”
As the three of them stepped out of the shop, Josh was immediately aware that they had attracted the attention of a few passersby checking out their extravagant outfits—especially his! The sissified teen tried his best to ignore the gawking stares as he steeled himself for a long afternoon. His pink velvet suit shimmered delightfully in the bright afternoon sunshine as he followed his mother and sister to the car.
In short order, they left the dressing area and returned to the main area of the dress store where Kathy was waiting. She immediately squealed with delight when she saw her brother, “Oooh Josh you are so cute! They’ve turned you into Little Lord Fauntleroy for sure… OMG your curls are ridiculously adorable… I love them!”
“Uhh thank you Kathy,” he said shyly, “They’re called ringlets, and Miss Andrea did them for me.” Instantly, he wondered why he had said all that, but he saw all the ladies beaming when he did.
“And look, we’re twins!” she went on. Kathy did a happy little twirl to show off her matching dress. It was true that her dress was made of the same rose-pink velvet with similar satin and lace trim, but it seemed to Josh that her outfit was much more understated than his. It was closer to something a modern teenage girl might wear to a fancy party. The lace accents of her dress were less intricate. Her shoes were made of similar velvet material as his Mary Janes, but they had no bows on them and had pointed toes. He was also somewhat surprised to see her shoes had heels. She was already slightly taller than her brother, but how she practically towered over him in his little pink ballet flats.
“Your outfit is so beautiful too, Sis,” he said as cheerfully as possible.
Seeing the two of them together, Mrs. Smyth commented, “you must remember that Ellen Meriweather was three years older than Cindy, so that’s why Kathy’s dress is slightly more ‘grown up’ if you will.” She explained further, “you can clearly see it has the same Victorian influences, but it’s a more mature take and was meant for a teenager as opposed to a younger girl.”
Gwendolyn insisted on snapping some photos of the two of them in their coordinated outfits, and it was clear to Josh that he looked every bit like the younger sibling next to his sister. It pained him as Mrs. Smyth reminded him again that he was wearing the outfit made for the younger girl. With a start, he realized he was actually jealous of Kathy’s dress! What was happening to him? While they were taking photos, Kathy grabbed his hand and coaxed him into doing a couple of curtsies in tandem with her. At first, he had suggested that he should bow instead of curtsy since he was in a “boy’s” outfit, but Kathy had immediately rejected that idea.
“Oh no, Joshy,” she said assertively, “you need to keep working on your curtsies, don’t you think?”
Josh had sheepishly given in immediately and said, “I guess you’re right, sis.”
Gwendolyn’s heart swelled as she watched her sissified son in his lovely pink Fauntleroy suit doing curtsies with his sister. He was certainly improving with practice.
A few moments later, Gwendolyn thanked Mrs. Smyth, “Well thank you so much for everything Dolores! I’m incredibly appreciative of all your help.”
Unprompted, Kathy piped in enthusiastically as well, “Oh yes thank you Mrs. Smyth! I feel so pretty and I love my dress!” and she dropped into another pleasing curtsy. Clearly enthralled, she added, “and Josh’s outfit is just darling!”
There was a slight pause as everyone turned to Josh expectantly. After a brief hesitation, the sissified boy spoke up as well, “Oh yes thank you for everything Mrs. Smyth!” he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. His mother then subtly cleared her throat, obviously wanting him to say more.
His cheeks warming again, Josh added, “I just adore my Little Lord Fauntleroy suit, Mrs. Smyth! I feel so… dapper wearing it! It’s perfect!” Next, he turned to Miss Andrea, and said, “And my curls are wonderful, Miss Andrea! Thank you so much!” Then, with an inward grimace, the teenaged sissy curtsied adorably for the ladies.
Mrs. Smyth beamed with satisfaction and replied, “You are all quite welcome! The two of you are just precious and I’m sure you’ll be a hit at High Tea!” Then she said, “I hope you enjoyed learning all about your Fauntleroy suit, dear… now you can truly appreciate that you’re wearing a wonderful bit of history!” Lastly, she added, “I know Mrs. Meriweather will be so pleased when she sees the photos of you in those darling outfits!”
“We’ll see you at the Tea, ladies,” Gwendolyn said, “Let’s go kids!”
As the three of them stepped out of the shop, Josh was immediately aware that they had attracted the attention of a few passersby checking out their extravagant outfits—especially his! The sissified teen tried his best to ignore the gawking stares as he steeled himself for a long afternoon. His pink velvet suit shimmered delightfully in the bright afternoon sunshine as he followed his mother and sister to the car.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Acknowledging a Special Visitor
« Last post by petticoated on May 12, 2024, 08:57:28 AM »
sissyboy1212: The Gold Standard for this site. ~~~petticoated~~~
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by Dancer4Fun on May 11, 2024, 03:22:03 PM »
Hi Sissiboy,
I haven't commented on Joshy's story since you have started writing after your break. The reason being is that I like to read larger parts so waiting for quite a few to be posted then read in one go I find more thrilling. It makes Joshy's humiliation all the more exciting.
Just because I haven't commented doesn't mean I'm not interested as that is far from the truth.
Please continue.
Hugs
Dancer4Fun
I haven't commented on Joshy's story since you have started writing after your break. The reason being is that I like to read larger parts so waiting for quite a few to be posted then read in one go I find more thrilling. It makes Joshy's humiliation all the more exciting.
Just because I haven't commented doesn't mean I'm not interested as that is far from the truth.
Please continue.
Hugs
Dancer4Fun
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on May 11, 2024, 11:01:50 AM »
PART 56
As Miss Andrea carefully pinned the big floppy velvet bow into his bouncy curls, Mrs. Smyth spoke up again with a slight chuckle, “it was quite common for boys to wear large hairbows with their Fauntleroy suits back in the day, so this would have been considered a typical boy’s accessory.” She added, “sometimes the mothers would also put their sons in adorable boater hats with their suits, but I wouldn’t dream of covering up your gorgeous sausage ringlets!”
“Oh my goodness Joshy, your ringlets are just darling!” His mother exclaimed.
Finished now, Miss Andrea spun him back around to face the mirror, and Josh saw his shiny new ringlets for the first time. He was shocked at how his hair looked even more girlish now, if that was even possible. His head was covered in the most childish sausage curls he could imagine. The springy curls bounced gaily with even the slightest movement of his head, and his large velvet hairbow was perched so effeminately on top. He was momentarily entranced by his incredibly sissyish ringlet curls as he watched them dangle. The darling corkscrew locks felt noticeably heavier on his head with all the hairspray Miss Andrea had used on them.
“What do you think, sweetheart?” Miss Andrea asked him, breaking the spell.
By now Josh knew well the type of response that was required as he saw his mother’s expectant look. “I just love my… princess curls!” he said with as much cheer as he could. “Thank you Miss Andrea… they are so… bouncy!” he added softly.
“You’re quite welcome, honey,” she replied kindly. Removing his pink nylon cape, she said, “now I want to see how they pair with your pretty suit.”
“Stand up dear, so we can see the whole look,” Mrs. Smyth instructed her charge. Josh stood back up, and Mrs. Smyth guided him back to face the full-length mirror. “I’d say we’ve found our own Little Lord Fauntleroy! Look!” she said cheerfully. Almost to herself, she added, “Gorgeous… simply gorgeous!”
“Joshy, aren’t you just the cutest Little Lord Fauntleroy… very fetching!” his mother exclaimed happily, “I’m so eager to take you and Kathy to the High Tea!” She added, “Your outfit is just perfect, and your princess ringlets are to die for!”
“Oh Josh,” Miss Andrea exclaimed as felt his jacket sleeve, “your velvet suit is simply delightful!” She added, “I just love your lace collar!” She marveled, “I can’t believe how well it fits you!”
Mrs. Smyth couldn’t resist adding with a knowing smile, “he got a little help from his corset.”
Josh cringed as he confronted his completed “boyish” outfit. For the first time, he saw the whole thing. Reluctantly, he studied the completely sissified boy staring back at him from the mirror. His heart sped up again as the full impact of the humiliating and confining outfit hit him. He was already growing warm from the fancy velvet suit, and he felt sweat forming in the small of his back underneath his satin corset. He was very conscious of the way his movements were now restricted by the multiple layers of prissy clothing which were extravagantly fastened, buttoned, laced, pinned, tied and buckled all over him. His cheeks warmed more as he blushed furiously.
He couldn’t resist the urge to reach up and touch his dainty new ringlets. He immediately noticed how stiff and “locked in” they were from all the hairspray. He gave one a little tug, and he watched as it sprang immediately back into place. “My princess curls,” he thought again as he saw how they practically gleamed in the light underneath his big pink hairbow.
His little man also began to press in its cage, but he knew it was hopelessly buried under his diaper, rhumba panties and shiny pink velvet knee pants. He looked nothing like a fifteen-year-old teenager… all he could see was an effeminate and delicate little sissy. Any traces of his dwindling masculinity had been shredded right before his eyes. The gleaming “SISSY” buttons on his finicky cutaway jacket twinkled gaily. The fussy pink ribbons and white lace frills around his wrists and knees were so cute and feminine. From his pink Mary Janes and ribbed stockings up to his flouncy silk blouse, he was totally trapped in the most sissyish outfit imaginable. And, of course, his enormous lace Fauntleroy collar seemed to taunt him mercilessly. Soon, he knew he would be on full display for all the people at the High Tea. It crushed him to know that this had all started with his own choices.
“Don’t you just adore your beautiful Fauntleroy outfit, honey?” His mother prodded him, “I’m sure you must be excited to show it off!”
With yet another a sigh of defeat, he answered, “Yes Mommy… it’s... it’s darling.” Then he added almost automatically, “I can’t wait to wear it for the Tea.”
“Excellent!” Mrs. Smyth added, “I’m sure your sister is dressed by now, let’s get her back here so we can see your outfits together!”
“And then,” his mother said with growing enthusiasm, “it will be time to leave!” Quickly she added, “And we’ll be sure to get plenty of photos for Mrs. Meriweather and your aunt!” In her mind, she repeated her mantra, “No half measures!”
The exquisitely attired teenager in the mirror let out another small sigh.
“Such an elegant little gentleman!” Mrs. Smyth said proudly.
As Miss Andrea carefully pinned the big floppy velvet bow into his bouncy curls, Mrs. Smyth spoke up again with a slight chuckle, “it was quite common for boys to wear large hairbows with their Fauntleroy suits back in the day, so this would have been considered a typical boy’s accessory.” She added, “sometimes the mothers would also put their sons in adorable boater hats with their suits, but I wouldn’t dream of covering up your gorgeous sausage ringlets!”
“Oh my goodness Joshy, your ringlets are just darling!” His mother exclaimed.
Finished now, Miss Andrea spun him back around to face the mirror, and Josh saw his shiny new ringlets for the first time. He was shocked at how his hair looked even more girlish now, if that was even possible. His head was covered in the most childish sausage curls he could imagine. The springy curls bounced gaily with even the slightest movement of his head, and his large velvet hairbow was perched so effeminately on top. He was momentarily entranced by his incredibly sissyish ringlet curls as he watched them dangle. The darling corkscrew locks felt noticeably heavier on his head with all the hairspray Miss Andrea had used on them.
“What do you think, sweetheart?” Miss Andrea asked him, breaking the spell.
By now Josh knew well the type of response that was required as he saw his mother’s expectant look. “I just love my… princess curls!” he said with as much cheer as he could. “Thank you Miss Andrea… they are so… bouncy!” he added softly.
“You’re quite welcome, honey,” she replied kindly. Removing his pink nylon cape, she said, “now I want to see how they pair with your pretty suit.”
“Stand up dear, so we can see the whole look,” Mrs. Smyth instructed her charge. Josh stood back up, and Mrs. Smyth guided him back to face the full-length mirror. “I’d say we’ve found our own Little Lord Fauntleroy! Look!” she said cheerfully. Almost to herself, she added, “Gorgeous… simply gorgeous!”
“Joshy, aren’t you just the cutest Little Lord Fauntleroy… very fetching!” his mother exclaimed happily, “I’m so eager to take you and Kathy to the High Tea!” She added, “Your outfit is just perfect, and your princess ringlets are to die for!”
“Oh Josh,” Miss Andrea exclaimed as felt his jacket sleeve, “your velvet suit is simply delightful!” She added, “I just love your lace collar!” She marveled, “I can’t believe how well it fits you!”
Mrs. Smyth couldn’t resist adding with a knowing smile, “he got a little help from his corset.”
Josh cringed as he confronted his completed “boyish” outfit. For the first time, he saw the whole thing. Reluctantly, he studied the completely sissified boy staring back at him from the mirror. His heart sped up again as the full impact of the humiliating and confining outfit hit him. He was already growing warm from the fancy velvet suit, and he felt sweat forming in the small of his back underneath his satin corset. He was very conscious of the way his movements were now restricted by the multiple layers of prissy clothing which were extravagantly fastened, buttoned, laced, pinned, tied and buckled all over him. His cheeks warmed more as he blushed furiously.
He couldn’t resist the urge to reach up and touch his dainty new ringlets. He immediately noticed how stiff and “locked in” they were from all the hairspray. He gave one a little tug, and he watched as it sprang immediately back into place. “My princess curls,” he thought again as he saw how they practically gleamed in the light underneath his big pink hairbow.
His little man also began to press in its cage, but he knew it was hopelessly buried under his diaper, rhumba panties and shiny pink velvet knee pants. He looked nothing like a fifteen-year-old teenager… all he could see was an effeminate and delicate little sissy. Any traces of his dwindling masculinity had been shredded right before his eyes. The gleaming “SISSY” buttons on his finicky cutaway jacket twinkled gaily. The fussy pink ribbons and white lace frills around his wrists and knees were so cute and feminine. From his pink Mary Janes and ribbed stockings up to his flouncy silk blouse, he was totally trapped in the most sissyish outfit imaginable. And, of course, his enormous lace Fauntleroy collar seemed to taunt him mercilessly. Soon, he knew he would be on full display for all the people at the High Tea. It crushed him to know that this had all started with his own choices.
“Don’t you just adore your beautiful Fauntleroy outfit, honey?” His mother prodded him, “I’m sure you must be excited to show it off!”
With yet another a sigh of defeat, he answered, “Yes Mommy… it’s... it’s darling.” Then he added almost automatically, “I can’t wait to wear it for the Tea.”
“Excellent!” Mrs. Smyth added, “I’m sure your sister is dressed by now, let’s get her back here so we can see your outfits together!”
“And then,” his mother said with growing enthusiasm, “it will be time to leave!” Quickly she added, “And we’ll be sure to get plenty of photos for Mrs. Meriweather and your aunt!” In her mind, she repeated her mantra, “No half measures!”
The exquisitely attired teenager in the mirror let out another small sigh.
“Such an elegant little gentleman!” Mrs. Smyth said proudly.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by Andlat on May 08, 2024, 10:30:03 AM »
LOL. I think he's happy... he just doesn't realize it yet :)
They mean well! It's just a complicated transformation and it's all for the best. I'm certain he'll realize how much better off he is
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on May 07, 2024, 05:57:27 PM »
LOL. I think he's happy... he just doesn't realize it yet :)
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