Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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Part 1
“Please come in and have a seat,” Helen Madison said as she welcomed her visitor.
“Thank you so much,” Elizabeth Winslow replied gratefully.
As the lady entered, Helen immediately noticed the expensive and well-tailored business suit she wore. She also couldn’t help but see that the woman was upset, although she appeared to be marshaling significant energy to maintain her composure. Helen gestured to a small round table with two comfortable looking chairs, and they both took a seat.
“Thank you again for seeing me again on such short notice… Ms. Madison, is it?” Ms. Winslow began.
“Yes,” her host interjected politely, “but please call me Helen.” She flashed a warm and knowing smile designed to put her guest at ease. “May I offer you something to drink, Ms. Winslow? Tea, water, coffee… something stronger, perhaps…?” she added sympathetically.
Grateful to be received so kindly, her guest thought for a moment, and then replied with a nervous smile, “You’re too kind and thoughtful, Helen, and I’m Beth.” Then, looking slightly sheepish, she added, “you know, perhaps a glass of wine would hit the spot right now, if it’s not too much trouble.”
“Of course not,” Helen replied at once, “it’s after lunch, and I have a lovely rose chilled.”
Beth Winslow watched as her host stepped over to a counter and opened a cabinet to reveal a small refrigerator. Beth took a moment to survey the well-appointed office as her host procured two wine glasses and placed them on the table. The furniture and décor were sleek, modern… and expensive. Beth Winslow was very knowledgeable about such things. The entire ambience was one of understated luxury.
“I’ll join you if that’s OK,” Helen replied a touch conspiratorially. She knew instinctively that it would put Beth more at ease. She gracefully poured two glasses of the rose and then placed the bottle in an ice bucket which seemed to magically appear out of nowhere.
“Please let me know if you like it,” Helen said as she raised her own glass slightly in a half toast.
Beth obligingly took a small sip, and she immediately appreciated the quality. She savored the wine’s delicate notes of fruit for a moment, and then she set her glass down appreciatively. “It’s quite nice,” she said a little more calmly. “I don’t normally indulge like this, but it’s been quite a day.”
“I understand,” Helen replied sympathetically. “Most of our clients find us when things have already gotten… complicated. But that’s why we are here.” Helen smiled again. It was time to get down to business. She opened the black leather folio on the table in front of her and looked down for a moment. Then she looked back up, and said, “Please tell me about Steven’s situation.”
After a brief pause, Beth began slowly. “My son was well behaved as a younger child, but around the time he turned fourteen, he just started finding trouble. At first, it was normal teenage mischief… minor misbehavior in school, average but not horrible grades, talking back to teachers, and the like. He would get detention, or I would ground him a week or two. He would behave for a bit and then slip again.”
“I see,” Helen said with understanding. “And if my notes are correct, Steven is now almost sixteen?” she asked.
“Yes, he turns sixteen next month,” Beth confirmed. Then she continued. “But his father and I were having difficulties in our marriage, and Steven probably didn’t get the attention he really needed. Then, a little over a year ago, I caught Steven’s father in an affair, and our marriage ended abruptly. He ran off to Europe with his new girlfriend, and he basically washed his hands of Steven and me. Steven’s father is an extremely successful business entrepreneur, but he is also an immature and spoiled brat. After the initial shock, I understand now that I’m much better off without that man-child. Steven’s behavior, however, seemed to nosedive after his father left.”
“Oh dear, I’m so sorry Beth!” Helen exclaimed. The two women exchanged a silent glance, and then they both took another sip of wine.
“There was underage drinking, two bad speeding tickets while he only had a learner’s permit, a shoplifting incident, and now he’s been caught at school with a not insignificant amount of marijuana!” Beth looked so worried now. “As I told your secretary earlier, I just came from the juvenile court hearing this morning. It’s a more serious drug charge due to the quantity and the fact that it was at a school. Considering his previous offenses, the judge is inclined to keep him in juvenile detention!”
Beth looked more dejected now. “After reviewing all aspects of Steven’s case, the judge encouraged me to meet with one of her clerks who gave me your information. To be honest, I’ve never heard of anything like this diversion program before, but at this point I’m desperate,” she ended almost in defeat.
“That would be Judge Lawrence, correct?” Helen asked politely, although she already knew the answer.
“Yes, that’s right,” Beth affirmed, “She seemed to be a very no-nonsense woman, but she also seemed to care.”
Helen had listened closely as Beth talked. She was already very familiar with the details of Steven’s case, but she felt it was important to let the client tell their own story. She also knew Judge Andrea Lawrence very well.
Helen gave her guest the most sympathetic and confident smile she could muster, and then she said gently, “Beth, you are in the right place. We can help you and Steven.”
“Let me tell you about SFI and our services,” Helen began.
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Interesting start please continue with it
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Interesting and intriguing start. Looking forward to hearing what's in store for Stephen. I'm guessing he wont be very pleased.
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I’m curious to see where this start leads to.
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Part 2
Helen explained, “SFI is a privately held company with a highly select and exclusive clientele. Because of the discreet nature of our work, we do no advertising at all. We have public-private partnership agreements with various cities and states across the country to offer a bespoke juvenile diversion program for young men and families who meet very specific criteria. Because we take no public or taxpayer funds, the families of the young offenders bear all the costs of the program. In fact, we pay a small percentage back to our public partners to cover administrative costs. That of course, means that not all families have the resources to take advantage of our services.”
Beth listened intently and nodded occasionally as Helen spoke. Then, she watched as Helen took a paper from the folio and placed it on the table.
“Before we go any further, I want to share the cost schedule of our program with you. Because of the terms of our agreements and the auditing required, I’m afraid there are no discounts offered.” Helen spoke matter-of-factly but also deliberately as she gauged Beth’s reaction to the costs on the printed sheet. In previous years, it was at this point that some parents unfortunately realized that SFI was just not a financial possibility for them. Thankfully, that rarely happened anymore. Over time, Helen and her team had refined the screening process for SFI so that that they knew anyone who walked in their door had the means to pay. She added a little uncomfortably, “and of course there would be the matter of parental consent from… both parents.”
Beth looked at the numbers on the sheet. Although she was a woman of quite significant means, she was still a bit taken back by the annual program cost. It was indeed substantial. But, in the end it really didn’t phase her. She looked back at Helen and replied in an even, business-like tone, “Steven’s father lost all his parental rights in the settlement, so his consent won’t be required. As I said, he basically washed his hands of us. His opinion on the matter is of no concern, legal or otherwise.”
“I see,” Helen said again. She felt she had a very good grasp of the situation now.
“And as far as the cost is concerned, I’ll just say that the divorce settlement was very favorable to me financially… I have extremely good lawyers,” Beth added. She seemed to perk up slightly at the memory of taking her ex-husband to the cleaners. “The cost is acceptable… the money will not be an issue,” she concluded.
“Excellent,” Helen replied. “Now that the ugly business part is out of the way, let me explain our services,” she added more cheerfully. “I think the court clerk gave you a very brief overview of SFI, so you understand the general nature of what we do, is that right?”
“Yes, I think so, but of course she didn’t have all the details,” Beth nodded. “Again, I had no idea this sort of thing even existed! Incidentally, is ‘SFI’ an acronym? I mean, do the letters stand for anything?”
Helen responded with a slight chuckle, “That’s a great question, and in fact ‘SFI’ actually stands for ‘Sissy Factory Incorporated!'”
Despite the gravity of the situation, Beth emitted a small giggle, “That’s a bit on the nose, isn’t it?” she asked.
“Yes,” Helen responded brightly, "which is why we generally go with ‘SFI’ on most agreements and correspondence.” She continued, “it’s just more professional and discreet, and our clients place great value on discretion.” She added, “we are not cheap, but if you choose to engage our service, I’m confident you will come to view it as a wonderful investment.”
Helen continued, “Our program begins with a highly structured induction process. In Steven’s case, our team would retrieve Steven directly from the juvenile facility where he is right now. Because of our close working relationship with the court and the state, these transfers are very rapid and efficient. That could happen as soon as tomorrow morning if you wish. His safety and security would be ensured every step of the way.”
“What if he were to try and slip away from your team?” Beth asked with a questioning look, "as I mentioned, he's become quite the handful."
“Oh, I assure you that is highly unlikely,” Helen assured her. “If anything, our SFI team is much better trained and equipped than the state authorities to handle the most rambunctious young men! Our staff of matrons here is quite capable. We hire only the best!” She continued, “I can assure you that our matrons will maintain firm control of the young man every inch of the way.” Then with a slight grin, she added, “they have ample experience dealing with our often reluctant charges!”
Beth nodded agreeably, and Helen could see that she seemed to be growing more comfortable as she listened.
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Intriguing continuation. Steven definitely won't like what's in store for him. How will they start his training off?. Baby?, Little girl?, Big girl?. Look forward to next chapters.
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Part 3
Helen began to explain, “Here at SFI, our comprehensive approach to rehabilitation rests on a central premise: A sissified boy has dramatically little incentive or desire to continue with his misbehavior!” She elaborated, “we remove him from the environment where he has been comfortable causing problems, and we plunge him irreversibly into a program designed to make him compliant, delicate and ultra-feminine! In short, we tear him down and then build him back up in the most dainty and demure way possible.”
“Now step one when a young man arrives to our facility is to sit him down in our Initial Intake Room. A full team of matrons is on hand to account for any eventuality and help the new arrival settle in. In that moment, he doesn’t yet know what is going to happen, so he is usually quite nervous and suspicious. We do try to make him comfortable. After all, our goal is to reform him… not terrify him.”
Helen continued, “Although the boys are still generally confused and wary, they also can’t help but notice how much cleaner and nicer our facility is than the one they just left. That’s the silver lining to the fact that Steven is already detained by the state. We can also perform home ‘pickups’ on occasion, but those situations tend to be more unsettling for the boy.” Shaking her head slightly, she added, “No, we’ve found that it’s more advantageous to get them from a facility instead of their home… the adjustment tends to be a bit smoother.”
Beth nodded again. She liked the idea of Steven being completely safe and secure but unable to cause more trouble. Helen could see her message was sinking in. Beth took another small sip of her wine.
Helen went on, “in the Initial Intake Room, or the ‘IIR,’ we patiently explain what lies in store for the young man over the coming days, weeks, months and years. In Steven’s case, his initial program enrollment would last a little over two years until his eighteenth birthday.” Helen added, the cost I showed you is an annual cost which is paid in advance each year in September.”
“I understand that,” Beth replied immediately. After all, she was a savvy businesswoman in her own right. “What happens when he turns eighteen?” she asked.
Helen explained, “Well, after two years in the program, the behavior modification therapy and the prolonged immersion training will almost certainly lead Steven to opt in to a third year of his own free will.” Continuing, she said, “it should be readily apparent to him at that point that staying in the program is his best path forward.” She observed, “in the highly unlikely case that he is still resisting his new future, we should be able to get a favorable court order remanding him back to our custody for at least another year or two. We have an excellent working relationship with the courts, and we can point to our extremely successful track record of reform to justify additional time in the program.”
Helen then added, “I’ll also be happy to discuss the vocational and educational aspects of our program, but rest assured our goal is to turn out happy and productive sissies who will eventually contribute to the community in a variety of ways.” She elaborated, “we have sissies who go on to work as manicurists, beauticians, hair stylists, fashion designers, interior decorators, homemakers, artists and even high-end domestic workers! For example, a dear friend of mine owns a small chain of bespoke bridal shops, and all her clerks are sissies who have been through our program! There are so many career paths Steven could ultimately take after successful completion of his time at SFI!”
Beth took this all in with a neutral expression, but in her mind the whole concept was increasingly more appealing. She also did the numbers in her head. She realized that this was quite the financial enterprise. She felt in her heart that she was already almost sold. She couldn’t help but remark, however, “that’s certainly a healthy bottomline for SFI, isn’t it?”
Helen responded, “Not as much as you might think, since we reinvest most of our revenues right back into our facilities, training and staffing… we feel that extraordinary quality is our best selling point for clients.” She admitted with a little smile, “to your point, however, we do fine.” Helen quickly reassured her, “but, as I said before, I am confident you will find us worth the price.”
Beth smiled back at Helen warmly. She realized now that they were two very successful businesswomen with common perspective and professionalism. She was beginning to see Helen more as a partner in her journey to rehabilitate her wayward son.
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Poor? Steven, I don't think he is going to enjoy his new accommodation initially. Will he have to grow into it? Sounds like they start by regressing to 2/3 year old and work up to fully Feminised Sissy ready to be trained for what they think he might be more suited for. Eagerly look forward to continuation.
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Steven is going to get something he never thought possible soon.
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Part 4
“In any event,” Helen continued, “after we explain our program in detail to our young ‘Sissies-to-Be,’ things tend to go one of two ways. On rare occasions, the boy understands he is out of options, and he willingly submits to the process. This usually happens when the boy has already realized on his own that he is tired of fighting for a dead-end future. This happens in only a very small minority of cases, of course, but these boys can be delightful to work with. They buy into the process from the start, and the diversion program really becomes a happy collaboration.”
“In most cases, however, there is immediate resistance to the idea,” Helen went on, “often accompanied by some quite colorful profanity and some physical exertions.” Helen sighed slightly, “while these situations are initially less enjoyable, the success rate is ultimately the same as the others… it just takes more time.”
Fascinated, Beth wanted to hear more. Despite herself, she found herself hooked.
At that moment, a soft beep interrupted their meeting, and Helen reached for a very sleek smartphone. She glanced down at the new message and smiled slightly. Helen said encouragingly, “Beth, it seems you have wonderful timing. We did an initial intake on another young man this morning, and he unsurprisingly chose the ‘resistance’ route. My staff has just taken him from the IIR. I had them ask the family if they would mind if you observed his Initial Sissification with them, and they said you are more than welcome.” Helen posed the question, “Would you like to get a feel for what Steven’s first day at SFI might entail?”
Beth answered without hesitation, “I think that would be very informative for me… I‘d love to!” Beth was almost surprised at her enthusiasm, and she felt a new sense of optimism building inside her. Plus, she was incredibly intrigued by what she had heard so far.
“Grab your wineglass and come along then,” Helen replied warmly, “this is a great opportunity to see our program up close!” The ladies picked up their glasses, and Helen led her down a long hallway to a locked door. Helen swiped her employee badge and punched in a code on the keypad, and then the door quietly slid open. They stepped onto what amounted to a raised platform overlooking what looked like several beauty salon stations. The room was decorated in soft feminine pastels. There were also several large poster prints around the room of what surely had to be previous program participants in various stages of their own Sissifications! A couple of other well-dressed ladies were already seated there, and they also had half-full wineglasses in front of them.
Helen proceeded to make introductions.
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Part 5
“Beth, let me introduce you to Janice and Ellen Baxter. Ladies, this is Beth Winslow.” All the ladies greeted each other politely.
Helen continued, speaking to Beth, “Ellen’s son Carl has also been a handful, not unlike your Steven.”
Hesitant, Ellen looked like she wanted to speak, but Janice cut her off, “That’s right. My young nephew Carl has been quite the problem child. Unfortunately, his no-good father was always a weak little man of no consequence. When I finally convinced my sister she’d be better off without him, I was happy to step in with a firmer hand to help get my nephew under control. He’s gotten into so many difficulties at school… I’m certain it was only a matter of time before he got into more serious problems!” She looked pointedly at her obviously younger sibling for an affirmation, “Isn’t that right Ellen?”
Ellen finally spoke, “well yes, I certainly want the best for Carl, and his behavior has definitely worsened a bit after his father was out of the picture.” Looking at her sister nervously, she added, “but Janice was so kind to help us out financially… I’m sure this will be the best for Carl in the end.”
Janice jumped back in, “I happen to know the superintendent of Carl’s school district very well. Fortunately, I was able to gain her support and endorsement to place Carl in the SFI program. Strictly speaking, he didn’t meet all the criteria at first… they said his record was ‘borderline.’ Still, I could see more trouble coming and I worked closely with the school district and Helen here to get him enrolled in SFI!” She added triumphantly, “an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure!”
Helen explained, “the courts don’t always have to get involved before we take a young man into our program. Although it’s less common, if the family feels strongly enough, we can enroll a boy into SFI just by working with the family and the school. Of course, the family must be able to support the expense.” Helen then gave Beth a knowing look, “and there is a premium enrollment fee when we accept boys into SFI outside of the juvenile justice system.” Helen concluded, but we go by the mantra that ‘Families Know Best!’”
Beth was an astute woman, and she immediately sensed the power disparity in the two Baxter sisters. Despite herself, she nodded in approval. She saw the business potential here, and clearly Janice had the means and the leeway to call the shots. Janice’s nephew Carl may not have been an obvious candidate for SFI, but his aunt’s money and influence clearly put him over the hump!
An electronic chime sounded, and all the ladies turned their attention down to the salon stations below.
Fascinated, Beth watched as a sliding door opened below. Moments later, three burly matrons entered the room along with a teenaged boy Beth assumed was Janice’s nephew Carl! The boy was securely strapped down into what looked like a motorized salon chair on wheels. Beth watched with keen interest as they wheeled the squirming teenager over to the middle salon station.
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This is good, very good! The author is always in charge but this errant boy would make a lovely toddler! …… albeit a pink sissy.
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Delightful. Steven certainly won't like his impending induction. Looking forward to hearing his reaction and how he finishes up. As Antonia said, a toddler in a pink sissy dress?
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This is good, very good! The author is always in charge but this errant boy would make a lovely toddler! …… albeit a pink sissy.
One can only hope. :)
The author did say they have to start over, well we start out life needing diapers
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Part 6
Carl’s legs were spread apart and strapped down on the padded leg rests of the chair. He was wriggling helplessly against his restraints, and he was protesting greatly and demanding to be let go. Beth couldn’t help but notice how he was dressed. Carl was wearing a very frilly and ruffled set of pink panties as well as what looked like a satiny pink corset that came almost all the way up to his collarbones! His hands were also enclosed in what looked like thickly padded pink leather mitts!
Helen began to narrate, “Ellen, I know you can see Carl is agitated, but remember we talked about this. It’s to be expected. He’s perfectly safe and unharmed. After we picked him up from your home this morning, he was processed though the IIR and given a basic medical examination in our clinic. Next, he was taken to one of our staging rooms to be checked for contraband and then vigorously scrubbed clean, head to toe, by our matrons. You can see his hair is still damp from all the washing, and I can promise you they’ve made sure that Carl’s every nook and cranny is squeaky clean!”
Beth looked over at the Baxter sisters. Ellen had a look of motherly concern on her face, but her sister Janice seemed to be reveling in the spectacle. If anything, her expression was one of immense satisfaction.
The matrons wheeled Carl’s chair into place and then locked a series of clamps to hold it down. Although Carl was completely strapped down, it was obvious he had begun to take in his surroundings. He ogled at the posters of reluctant boys just like him being dressed in the girliest outfits imaginable and being given sissy hairdos, makeovers, manicures and the like.
Fully comprehending his situation, he began voicing his objections loudly. He wiggled desperately in his restraints. It was obvious now he saw his mother and the other ladies watching him, and he cried out even more loudly but somewhat unintelligibly: “Mom, you can’t leth them do thith! Theeth bi%$&s want to turn me into a th-ithy! Pleath make them FU&%$*ing TH-TOP! Thith ith cra-thee, Mom! No Fu$&%*ing way I’m leth-ing them do that! I know Aunt Jan-ith ith behind thith! Don’th li-then to her!”
At this point, Helen spoke loudly in an attempt to speak over Carl’s protestations. Almost yelling, she said, “As you can see, our boys often start out rather petulant, but we are quite adept at dealing with this type of behavior!”
As Helen spoke, Beth was practically transfixed as one of the matrons picked up a bulbous rubber implement with a small tube attached. With practiced ease, one matron grabbed Carl from behind and pulled his head back against the pad of his salon chair. The other matron swiftly inserted the phallic pink gag in the boy’s open mouth. Without missing a beat, she inflated it inside his mouth until the boy’s shouts were reduced to a series of heavily muffled grunts and groans. Carl’s eyes bulged in surprise and anger as his mouth was completely engorged with the foreign intruder. It seemed to have a thin rubber flange that fitted between his lips and his front teeth. Next, the matron skillfully disconnected the air tube from Carl’s inflatable gag leaving him frustrated and helpless. The flange on the gag caused his lips to jut out in a somewhat pouty and conspicuous way.
Helen resumed speaking in a more normal tone of voice, “That’s much better. As you can see, young Master Carl is now all ready for his Initial Sissification. And despite all his unseemly yelling, you may have detected that he was lisping. During the medical exam, the nurse applied a semi-permanent numbing agent to his tongue. This will help him develop an adorable sissy lisp, and he will begin working with our speech therapists. By the time the numbing agent wears off in about a month, his lisp should be second nature!”
Helen continued, “I hope you can appreciate that we at SFI are more than ready to deal with the ‘Squirmers’ and the ‘Screamers’ as we call them in the business. Our teen-size inflatable pacifiers, or Sissy Soothers, are a wonderful innovation for boys who resist the path that has been laid out for them. As you can see, it calms the Sissy right down! In years past, we had to put a strap behind the Sissy’s head to hold his Soother in, but now these inflatable versions don’t interfere with their Punishment Perms in the same way. So nice to have the straps out of the way when we start on their hair! And you can see that once a boy’s Sissy Soother is inflated, it’s quite impossible to spit out. Here at SFI, we are constantly focused on process improvement!”
Ellen looked down at her son sympathetically. She seemed ready to speak, but then Janice exclaimed, “it’s perfect! I can’t wait to see the rest! Isn’t that right Ellen?” she asked her sister pointedly.
Ellen opened her mouth as if to say something, and then she closed it silently without uttering a word. Finally, she spoke to her sister, “Yes Janice… I know you’re right and it’s all for the best.”
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What a delightful continuation. Steven doesn't know what he is in for. I imagine he will be one of the "Squirmers" and "Screamers" and be Sissified much against his will. Look forward to continuation. Thank you.
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Part 7
Carl’s mouth was now completely stuffed with his Sissy Soother, and the shock in his eyes was obvious as he heard his mother basically give up. Although the ladies were on a platform slightly above him, Carl was close enough to hear what they were saying. Meanwhile, his Aunt Janice practically cackled. Tears formed in the corners of Carl’s eyes. From Janice’s perspective, they were clearly tears of happiness.
Ever aware of her diverse client base, Helen spoke diplomatically, “While our boys arrive at SFI from a variety of different circ-umstances, we are proud to say that our results are incredibly consistent. No matter their starting point, all our boys will eventually matriculate as adorable Sissies!”
Helen spoke again, “you can see Carl is already wearing his first new pair of Prissy Panties. Those are plastic panties we make in house with all the extra lacy frills, and Carl is now heavily diapered underneath to make sure any little accidents are fully contained. Because the first few weeks of a boy’s sissification can be unpredictable, we strictly enforce the diaper and plastic panty rule for a minimum of the first month at SFI. And although you can’t see it, Carl is also securely locked in his new Sissy Tamer chastity device under his diapers and Prissy Panties.”
Helen continued, “at the risk of being crass, all his ‘bathroom activities’ will be done using a diaper for the initial period. This is done to minimize any chance of lustful satisfaction or risk to our matrons as Carl adjusts to his new status as a Sissy.”
“And I’m sure you’ve noticed Carl’s new conditioning corset,” she went on. “Each boy gets securely laced into his very own custom-fitted corset for his Initial Sissification. We call that particular model the ‘Governess!’” It’s lovely to look at, but I promise you it’s an incredibly sturdy and unyielding garment with very heavy boning. You can also see he’s wearing a pair of our padded ‘Missy Mitts’ to keep his little wandering fingers from getting into any mischief.”
Helen concluded confidently, “we’ve found that employing the combination of the Sissy Tamer, the Missy Mitts, the Sissy Soother and the Governess right off the bat really helps take the starch out of new arrivals!”
Helen took a moment to elaborate, “At SFI, we take a total immersion approach! We don’t dither with incremental time-wasting here. On the contrary, we’ve found that plunging our Sissies into the deep end with a plan and purpose yields far superior outcomes. There are certainly other programs that make comparable claims, but we are confident that our results at SFI stand well apart from the rest.” All the ladies on the observation deck marveled at the thoroughness and attention to detail that Helen and SFI seemed to embody.
After a pause of appreciation, Helen turned specifically to Beth and added, “This is what I really wanted you to see. It’s time for Carl’s Punishment Perm!”
Beth took another sip of her rose. At this point, she had all but decided that her Steven would soon be on the path to sissyhood himself.
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If only Steven knew what was in store for him. I'm sure he will not be too pleased to be turned into a Prissy Sissy baby wearing a nappy and pretty knickers as well as a corset. Wonder what sort of a hairstyle they will give him.
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If only Steven knew what was in store for him. I'm sure he will not be too pleased to be turned into a Prissy Sissy baby wearing a nappy and pretty knickers as well as a corset. Wonder what sort of a hairstyle they will give him.
If Steven is as bad as it seems, if I ran SFI, I would have him be forced to watch another boy go through the beginnings of the transformation. You know he wouldn’t just accept it, so he would get a harsher transformation
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Let’s let the author finish the story? There’s nearly twice as many comments/suggestions as there are parts so far.
Sissyboy1212 has been an inspiration for my stories, he knows what he’s doing!
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Let’s let the author finish the story? There’s nearly twice as many comments/suggestions as there are parts so far.
Sissyboy1212 has been an inspiration for my stories, he knows what he’s doing!
So we are not supposed to give opinions or thoughts? I have read several threads on this site and many others about how authors get upset that no one is commenting on stories and wonder whether it’s worth continuing the story.
But hey, if you insist on no one commenting, that’s fine by me. I’ll quit commenting on every single story and just quit coming to this site all together and stay on sites where commenting is encouraged because posters don’t “gatekeep” stories and insist on no comments.
I promise, no more comments from me, I don’t want to upset the authors, so anyone posting stories here, don’t worry, I shall no longer comment on stories.
Goodbye
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It is a lovely story and as an author I know how nice it is to get comments - good or bad. Sometimes I incorporate a good idea or save it for a future story.
I do not remember any stories by Norm, so what makes him an expert?
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Speaking for myself only, I appreciate all thoughtful comments. I certainly enjoy reading what others think, and the suggestions are OK with me. I try to have an idea where I want the story to go, so I don’t usually change stories because of what someone else wants to see. I have on occasion gotten an idea from a comment and used it that way.
But as long as comments are delivered with thoughtfulness and kindness I appreciate them whether the commenter liked my work or not.
Glad to start the discussion, and if any of you are still feeling naughty perhaps I will send your names to the SFI ;)
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Thank you Antonia and Sissyboy1212 for your comments. I have always believed that Authors appreciate comments from readers as it shows they are appreciated. Any comments I make regarding the story are my own thoughts and not intended to influence the author. Please Sissyboy1212 don't send my name to S.F.I. I prefer the more gentle touch and promise I will be very good from now on.
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BabyJay - I feel certain you would be in the small minority of Sissies who would happily agree to the process :) Your Sissification I'm sure sure would be gentle, pleasant... and extremely thorough!
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Thank you sissyboy1212. I will carry on dreaming. Look forward to continuation of Stevens induction into S.F.I.
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Part 8
After a moment’s reflection, Beth couldn’t help but comment back to Helen with a chuckle, “it seems you’ve gone all-in on your branding, Helen.” She elaborated, “Sissy Tamers, Missy Mitts, the ‘Governess’… it’s quite the lexicon, isn’t it?” Now that she had basically decided on Steven’s future, Beth found she was also interested in the business aspects of SFI.
Helen was a little surprised to be called out so directly on SFI’s marketing techniques, but she recovered quickly and smiled wryly, “Well, yes… guilty as charged I’m afraid.” She continued, “but our Sissies also just seem to respond better when we have a specific name for everything… we strive to bring order to their unordered worlds.” After reflecting a moment, Helen thought to herself that it was so pleasant to deal with an equal for once. She found herself wanting to make sure Beth signed Steven up for SFI just so she could get to know Beth better!
Beth nodded slightly as if to acknowledge their mutual respect. Then she turned her attention back to the squirming lad strapped snugly in his salon chair. She found herself fascinated as she continued to watch Carl’s Sissification.
In short order, Beth saw yet another matron roll out a rolling tray of curlers, spray bottles, and assorted clips and pins. Then the matron securely fastened a transparent plastic salon cape around Carl’s neck. Next, she went to a nearby computer console and typed in some commands. Several large monitors around the room came to life, and Beth realized they all showed live feed closeups of Carl from various angles.
“Be sure and smile sweetly for the cameras, sweetie!” one of the matrons said jauntily to Carl as she playfully tousled his hair.
Helen turned to Beth and spoke again, “as I mentioned, one of the highlights on the Initial Sissification day is what we like to call the ‘Punishment Perm.’” She added, “happily, Carl’s hair is nice and long, and we’ll be able to give him a proper perm right off the bat. Incidentally, I’ve also been able to evaluate Steven’s hair. Based on his photos, I am confident that we can provide him a transformative Punishment Perm experience on Day One as well!”
“From a psychological perspective,” Helen continued, “we’ve found that administering a thoroughly emasculating Punishment Perm right at the start has an outsized effect on a reluctant boy’s will to resist. And as you may see, all the cameras and monitors are there to ensure Carl can watch every detail of his Initial Sissification in real time high definition. It’s all recorded of course to make sure he and his family can relive all these wonderful memories in the future!”
Having realized now that he was really going to undergo a sissyish Punishment Perm, Carl began to jerk his head from side to side as the matron approached him with the first curler. The matron chuckled and picked up a little remote control from the tray. She showed it to Carl and pressed one of the buttons. Instantly Carl winced and grunted frantically into his Sissy Soother! The matron then whispered something in his ear and put the remote back down. Carl was left with a look of shock in his eyes, but he stopped shaking his head and the matron proceeded with her work.
“Ah yes,” Helen explained. “Our specially made Sissy Tamer chastity devices have tiny electrodes built in, and we can send our Sissies a little shock to help curb unruly behavior.” She added, “it’s quite harmless I assure you, but it does help focus the boy’s attention when needed!”
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'we strive to bring order to their unordered worlds'
Oh yes, an end to masculine chaos