Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by Andlat on Yesterday at 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
Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on May 07, 2024, 05:57:27 PM »
Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by Andlat on May 07, 2024, 05:53:57 PM »
Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on May 07, 2024, 05:14:20 PM »
Miss Andrea skillfully twisted and pulled his hair as she methodically wrapped sections of it around her curling iron. Already warm with embarrassment, Josh could feel the additional heat from the curling iron near his scalp. With his back to the mirror, he could only imagine what he would look like when she finished. He nervously shifted a bit in his seat and felt his diaper crinkle unpleasantly in his velvet pants. He was not used to its extra bulk. He twisted again slightly and felt the tightness of his tightly laced corset. He was growing very restless and uncomfortable now while Miss Andrea curled his hair.
âPlease sit still while I work, Josh,â Miss Andrea gently chided him, âthis wonât take us long.â Then she recalled how she had buckled him in yesterday and said with a twinkle, âmaybe I need to strap you back into my salon chair!â
Josh cringed to be reminded of that experience.
âYouâre so fortunate you already have your darling perm!â Mrs. Smyth interjected. âBack in the day, boys had to sit still for long stretches of time while their mothers got their ringlets just right, but yours will be done in a jiffy thanks to Miss Andrea!â she continued.
She went on, âI find it fascinating that mothers commonly saw the Fauntleroy look as a reflection of their own social status⊠the fancier the better! In fact, it often became a competition among some of the most zealous mothers to outdo each other with their sonsâ elaborate outfits. Thus, many boys were put into increasingly fancy ringlets and ever more adorable suits no matter how much they squirmed and protested!â She observed, âin many respects, the boys were often just swept along for the ride as their mothers tried to one-up each other.â She concluded with a stifled snort, âso, I suppose the idea of Fauntleroy suits being the sign of a âmamaâs boyâ was more or less accurate.â
âHow interesting!â Gwendolyn replied with a hint of a smile. Turning to her son, she said ânow stop YOUR squirming, Joshy, so Miss Andrea can finish your ringlets.â Looking down, she frowned slightly and said, âdo you need another reminder about your knees, dear?â
Josh immediately clasped his knees back together. Josh couldnât help but think that he had sat still quite long enough yesterday in Miss Andreaâs salon to get his perm and highlights. He knew exactly how humiliated those âmamaâs boysâ of the past must have felt. Then, he reddened again as he recalled the shame of having a âlittle squirtieâ in his panties while he got his hair permed yesterday.
Meanwhile, Gwendolyn reflected on Mrs. Smythâs comments as well. She felt a warm surge of satisfaction, and she felt a kinship with those strong-willed mothers of days gone by. Smiling, she said to Josh, âI will be very proud to show off my âmamaâs boyâ today, honey!â Beaming, she said, âWeâre so lucky that Mrs. Smyth and Miss Andrea have pulled out all the stops for you!â
At this, Mrs. Smyth smiled broadly, and Miss Andrea chuckled. Josh, on the other hand, sighed softly and tried to sit very still with his knees together.
After a few more excruciating minutes, Miss Andrea announced, âI think that should do it.â Then she instructed him, âClose your eyes, honey.â Josh complied and immediately felt a blast of cool hairspray hitting his hair as she shielded his forehead with her other hand. She sprayed his hair very liberally, and Josh could smell the distinct odor of the hairspray as the can hissed. âThis product Iâm using has an extra-strong hold so we can really lock your ringlets in nicely, dear.â After it seemed that she emptied nearly the entire can on his curls, she told him he could open his eyes. She then used a hair dryer with a diffuser to dry his hair with gentle cool air. The overpowering smell of the hairspray lingered in his nostrils.
Then, she picked up another can and had him shut his eyes again. âThis is a high shine finishing spray which I absolutely love,â she explained further. As she coated his hair again, she said, âthis product is nice because it has some wax in it to produce a lustrous high shine and texture⊠it will really make your curls pop!â
Finally, she was done with the finishing wax spray. Lastly, she picked up the oversized pink velvet hairbow that had been awaiting him on the side table this whole time. âI suppose all we have left to do is your hairbow,â she announced with a grin. âLetâs get it on you, shall we?â she asked rhetorically.
Josh mustered a weak smile.
Active Sissy Stories / Re: Pink Panties
« Last post by billykins on May 07, 2024, 01:23:07 PM »
Archieâs childhood had not been any harder than millions of other children. He barely remembered his father, who had left when he was very young. He had a loving mother in Myra, but she had struggled to provide for her children and he had spent more time with his sister than with her. And Myra herself had never been encouraged to show her feelings. She had a rather brusque way of expressing her love, by brief cuddles, or a ruffle of the hair, or a sudden kiss on the cheek. This may be preferable to the fawning, possessive behaviour which passes for love in some mothers, but it lacked that thoughtful enquiring tenderness that encourages a child to open its heart to a parent. Often she got home from work late and exhausted. Archie had often already been put to bed by Sinead. And it was Sinead who got him dressed, gave him breakfast, and packed him off to school. Luckier parents may criticise Myra despite the pressures she had been under. Those who have experienced those pressures may be a little more sympathetic. Sometimes when money is short there is little time for the luxury of a beautiful relationshipâŠ
Patrick was quite a lonely child. He was rather too sensitive and responsible for the boys he mixed with at school. It was a private school, to which he had been sent in the hope of preparing him for a job that would, in the family tradition, pay him a lot of money. But he wasnât terribly interested in money. He liked unfashionable things, like music and poetry. And he liked to read old novels and watch films where virtue was rewarded and justice was done â though preferably without violence.
There was something in Archieâs face that had attracted him from the first time he saw him. He saw a thin mask of dissatisfaction, of not-happiness, but in his eyes a desperate honesty and a great capacity for love, if only he could connect with a sympathetic spirit. And he felt he could be that sympathetic spirit.
For Archie his conversation with Patrick was a new and life-changing experience. No-one had ever asked him about himself, about how he felt, what made him happy, what made him unhappy, or what he would like to achieve. It was as if his new friend had opened the doors of his heart, and all the things that he had stored up in there, all the lumber piled up to the ceiling, had come tumbling out at once. That in itself would have been sufficient liberation. But in the process, and because he was essentially an unselfish soul, Archie also came to understand the importance of reciprocation, and stemming the tide of his revelations, he began to ask Patrick about his life. And in that one afternoon, both lives were altered forever, and a friendship formed that would never be dissolved.
Archie didnât get home till nine, and when he did, he found not only his sister, but Sarah and Patricia waiting for him. His eyes were sparkling as he came into the kitchen, where they were sitting.
âHi, sis. Hi guys. What you doinâ here tonight?â
âWaiting for you, dumbbell,â said Sarah, rudely. âWhere have you been?â
âOhâŠwell, we went ice-skating, then we got a pizza at the rink and sort of, you know, sat aroundâŠâ
âAnd did you tell him?â
âTell him?â
âThat youâre a boy!â
âOhâŠnoâŠnot exactlyâŠâ
âNot exactly?â
No, then. No, I didnât tell âim.â
âWhy not?â
âIt donât matter. I mean it doesnât matter cosâŠheâs my friend. Thatâs what mattersâŠâ
âHeâs right,â said Sinead. âThat is what matters. Agreed, Pat?â
âTotally.â
âBut they were holding hands!â
Archie stared at Sarah. âYou were spying on us?â
âOh. No, we just happened to seeâŠâ
âYou were! What, all of you?â
The older girls looked guilty.
âWe just wanted to make sure you were okay, thatâs all,â said Sinead, quietly. âYou said yourself you didnât know how he was going to reactâŠâ
Archie looked hurt for a moment. Then his face cleared.
âYeah, I can understand that. Anyway, Patrickâs great. Iâve never met no-one like âim in my life. I donât know âow long we can be friends, but Iâm gonna stay beinâ a girl for the time beinâ. But I canât carry on wearinâ the same outfit, so tomorrow Iâm goinâ out to get some new clothes. Could you help me, sis?â
Active Sissy Stories / Re: Pink Panties
« Last post by billykins on May 07, 2024, 01:15:25 PM »
Sarahâs first elocution lesson consisted mainly in making him practise the âthâ sound over and over, in sentences such as, âThat thrush has the thinnest thighs in SouthamptonâŠâ or âOn Thursday I think Iâll wear my thong to the theatreâŠâ It was an amusing, if not a totally successful exercise. But at least it made him more careful with his manner of speaking. It was in fact, the beginning of a transformationâŠ
Patricia drove Archie to the park the next day. Sarah sat in the back, reassuring him.
âYou look beautiful Archie â I mean Annabel. So when you break the news to him, he simply wonât be able to get angry with you â so donât worry.â
âYou do look amazing,â added Patricia. âUnless you tell him Iâm pretty sure he wonât guess.â
They had gone to town, not only dressed him in the clothes, but found him a pair of silver clip-ons to match his necklace, made him up with peach lip gloss, a touch of blusher, a little pink glittery eye-shadow, and the tiniest bit of mascara. Sarah had donated a bottle of perfume she had been given on her last birthday.
âYou can walk through the park knowing no-one will guess youâre a boy,â said Sarah. âSo be confident. Take small steps, and take your time.â
âYes â a lady should always be just a little bit late,â added Patricia, âso as not to seem forward or easy.â
âOkay, okay, you two. Iâll be fine. I ainât â I mean⊠Iâm not scaredâŠâ
Patricia dropped him off at the main gate, then drove up the hill and parked in the main car park. Sinead was waiting for them. There was no way she was being left out. Then the girls cut through the woods and came out on the higher side of the park. The café was on the far side, a single-story building surrounded by tables. They settled down on the grass. Sinead produced a miniature pair of binoculars. She handed them to Sarah.
âHave a look. Is that him on the left?â
âYesâŠthatâs him all right. And thereâs Archie, crossing the park now. I wonder whatâs going to happenâŠâ
Archie could see him too. He looked cool and relaxed, which was not at all how he felt. His legs were wobbly, and the nearer he got the more he wished he had never agreed to meet. But there was no going back now. Patrick had spotted him, and was waving. He gave a little wave back. The next moment he was there. Patrick had stood up and pulled out a chair for him.
âAnnabelâŠhi. Iâm so glad you could make it⊠I wasnât sure youâd want to see meâŠâ
He seemed a lot less confident than heâd looked a moment ago.
âHi Patrick. Nice of you to ask me, likeâŠâ
âNo, not at all⊠You look amazing, by the wayâŠâ He was staring at him in a sort of daze. He seemed to have run out of things to say. Archie felt embarrassed. He also felt a fraud. Should he tell him straight away?
âListen, PatrickâŠâ
âWould you like a drink? And maybe a cake? Of course you wouldâŠâ
âSure⊠AnythingâŠâ
Anything to put off the fatal moment.
Patrick returned with two cans, straws and a plate of small cup-cakes. Despite their nervousness, they tucked in.
âWhat would you like to do today? We could go skating? Or whatever.â
âCan we just hang out here for a while?â
âCourse! Iâm not trying to be pushyâŠâ
âI know you ainâtâŠarenât.â He took a deep breath. Now was the time. Or was it?
âWhat do youâŠI mean, what school do you go to?â
âOh, St. Markâs. You may not know it. Itâs out Onslow way. In fact I only happened to be on that bus because I was meeting a friend in town.â
âA friend?â
âOh, just a guy I know from primary school. We were mates. Still are, sort of⊠But what about you? You do Irish dancing, right?â
âYeahâŠyes. I only started a few weeks ago. Itâs fun. Itâs good exercise too.â
âIâd do it too, if I were a girl â I like those amazing dressesâŠâ
âYou donât âave to be a girl. Well, you wouldnât get to wear a dress, of courseâŠâ He laughed. âNot unless you wanted toâŠâ
âI wouldnât mind. Thereâs too much regimentation these days. At my school⊠Well, thatâs boring. But what Iâm saying is, I think kids should be allowed to wear what they want.â
âI agree! Totally! Itâs not like it was in Victorian times, right? Kids these days know a lot â more than their parents, âalf the timeâŠâ
âItâs true. Yet itâs the grown-ups that get to lay down the law about what children can do and what they canât. When we grow up weâll change all that. Weâll make the decisions about how we live our lives.â
âYeah. And weâll decide what they can do and what they canât. Like when youâre over, I dunno, say forty⊠then no alcohol!â
âNo television after nine at night!â
âNo phone at the meal table!â
âNo sex!â
They burst out laughing.
âTheyâre gonna sufferâŠâ grinned Archie.
âBig time!â
âThey seem to be getting on like a house on fire,â said Sarah, handing the binoculars to Patricia. âHe canât have told him yetâŠâ
âI canât believe it,â said Sinead. âIâve never seen my brother actually hold a conversation with someone. With Conor itâs all grunts and monosyllablesâŠâ
âLook, theyâre moving off,â hissed Patricia⊠Where are they goingâŠ? Damn â theyâre coming this way. Quick, letâs get back in the woodsâŠâ
The three girls scrambled up the hill, ducked through the trees, and found a place they could watch the boys from unobserved. They were strolling across the park side by side, chatting happily. Patrick pointed up the hill, they walked up, found a flat place on the grass, and sat down. Sinead, Patricia and Sarah watched them for the next hour and a half, during which time all they did was sit and talk â talk incessantly. Once Patrick put his hand on Archieâs leg, once Archie took hold of Patrickâs arm. Sinead shook her head.
âIs that really our Archie? What has this bloke done to him?â
âThis is boring â and Iâm hungry,â said Sarah. âCan weâŠâ
âHold on. Theyâre moving,â interrupted Patricia.
The boys had got to their feet, and were walking quite swiftly towards the park gate.
âQuick! Back to the car,â said Patricia.
âNo. Wait,â said Sinead. âAm I imagining thingsâŠ?
Sarah gasped. âTheyâreâŠholding hands!â
All three of them stood staring for a moment. Then they bolted as one back to the car. But when they got back to the car park, they were just in time to see the two board a bus headed into town.
âDamn,â said Patricia.
âfuc-k,â said Sinead.
âIâm hungry,â whined Sarah.
Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by Andlat on May 07, 2024, 12:06:24 AM »
Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on May 06, 2024, 01:51:30 PM »
Miss Andrea quickly took charge. âI see Mrs. Smyth has gotten you all ready for me,â she said with a smile. âIâm so pleased with the way your very first perm and highlights turned out,â she said as she ran her skilled fingers through the effeminate teenâs curly locks. âItâs such a cute and trendy style for a pretty little girl today, but itâs a tad modern for Little Lord Fauntleroy,â she explained.
Josh cringed to be reminded so plainly in no uncertain terms that his new permanent hairstyle was unmistakably intended for a girl. The words âvery first permâ lingered unpleasantly in his brain. They implied that there would be a second, third and perhaps many more other perms awaiting him in his increasingly girlish future. His thoughts raced as Miss Andrea spoke again.
Miss Andrea continued, âSo Mrs. Smyth asked me if I could style your lovely curls into something a bit more period appropriate for the Tea.â Josh watched in awful anticipation as she plugged in a curling iron and placed it on the little table next to the hairbow. With a twinkle she added, âItâll take us just a few minutes, but I think youâll be thrilled with the result.â She spun the little stool around so now his back was to the mirror. As she lovingly caressed his beautiful curls, she asked him, âdo you remember how I explained to you yesterday what a versatile hairstyle you have now?â
Stammering slightly, Josh answered, âYe-Yes Miss Andrea, I remember that.â He was beginning to redden again. All the sensations and memories from his âday of beautyâ under Miss Andreaâs care were now indelibly etched in his brain. From his âfirst permâ to his Baby Pink Sparkle nail polish, he vividly remembered every detail of the tidal wave of femininity that washed over him yesterday. He doubted he would ever forget how girlish it made him feel.
A moment later the curling iron was ready. Josh sat meekly as Miss Andrea took it and set to work on his hair. âYour new style just opens up so many adorable possibilities for you!â she said admiringly.
Now Mrs. Smyth spoke again as she watched Miss Andrea work her magic on the feminized teenager. âIn Victorian times, many doting mothers also insisted on putting their sons in ringlet curls to go along with their Fauntleroy suits, and it became a hallmark of a proper Fauntleroy look.â She added a little mischievously, âof course the boys balked at getting their hair curled just as they did wearing the suits for those same âsissyâ connotations I mentioned earlier.â She continued, âfortunately for us, thereâs no need for the discussion since youâve already got the curls.â She concluded, âMiss Andrea is just going to tease them into some nice ringlets for you!â She smiled in satisfaction.
âRinglets?â Josh asked hesitantly. âIsnât that what I already have?â he asked hesitantly. The word âringletâ just sounded so sissyish to him as he said it.
âOh no honey,â Miss Andrea corrected him, âringlet curls are a specific type of curls with a very particular look.â She continued, âyour new perm will naturally fall into a very modern loose curl, but with this curling iron and some hairspray we will get you into some proper ringlets.â She explained further, âyou might have also heard them called princess curls or corkscrew curls or even sausage curls, but they are a very distinctive and bouncy style that was popular back in the day.â
âPrincess curls?â Josh asked dejectedly as his dwindling boyishness took another shot. His âboyishâ look for today would obviously be nothing of the sort.
Miss Andrea giggled slightly and said teasingly, âwell thatâs one of the terms for them anyway, and youâre certainly as pretty as a princess!â Then Miss Andrea explained further. âSince weâve already put your hair through some processes yesterday, Iâm just using a lower heat setting to protect it.â
Joshâs thoughts continued to whirl. As Miss Andrea worked on him, he couldnât get the term âprincess curlsâ out of his head.
Gwendolyn was very pleased as she saw her sonâs ringlets begin to appear. âJosh, I think youâre just going to adore your âprincess curls,ââ she couldnât help but add. Almost without thinking, she put a little extra emphasis on the word âprincessâ to drive the point home.
The feminized teen cringed again as he felt his new âprincess curlsâ taking shape. He dreaded seeing the final product, but he knew it would be over-the-top effeminate. Along with his continued emasculation, he was being forced to learn an entirely new vocabulary of things that other teenage boys never bothered with. Everything from petticoats, to gel manicures, to corsets... and now ringlets.
âPrincess curls⊠Ringlets⊠Sausage curlsâŠâ he repeated the new terms silently to himself, âIâm getting princess curls.â
Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on May 06, 2024, 01:43:37 PM »
Active Sissy Stories / Re: My First Story Road to Regresion (Prostrate Problems)
« Last post by mommasboy on May 05, 2024, 11:38:23 AM »
The more you give, the more I can give back.
Website, forum design, software, & security on this site is copyrighted. It was made personally by Betty Pearl, of Betty Pearl's Pubs, Sissy Stories, buffalobetties, pearlcorona. Betty's Pub is a non-profit organization & support group for the transgendered, & Fetware community. We don't sell anything, & we don't data mine your personal information & habits to sell like MOST other sites do. We respect your privacy & won't sell it out for a few bucks.
Site for: Sissy Stories, ABDL Stories, Sissy Art, Crossdressing, Transgender