Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Menu => Active Sissy Stories => Topic started by: DaraJaney on June 10, 2026, 06:09:06 PM
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Two new sissy stories of mine are available now on Kindle:
Princess Party - Gerry is along for the ride as his mum drops his sister off at a Princess Party but gets more invested in the party than he expected.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H2ZKC1J3 (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H2ZKC1J3)
The Wrong Camp - Paul is due to go to a football academy summer camp but ends up on the wrong bus. Two weeks in a Catholic Girls' Association uniform turns out to be just the start.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H3RD42L8 (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H3RD42L8)
Here is a flavour:
Paul was really looking forward to summer camp. He was going to a football academy, having shown great potential with the school team. His mother was driving him to the bus pickup point before going to stay with his granny while he was away.
They were running late though. He had insisted on going back for the shirt signed by Ronaldo which he knew would make the other guys really jealous. His mother was really stressed by the time they pulled into the motorway services where kids were being picked up for various summer camps.
Paul realised they were seriously late when he noticed that many of the buses were already pulling out. He looked desperately at the information leaflet. His bus would be in Bay 11. His mother had to dodge buses reversing out of their bays and making wide turns.
When one bus passed them, they could see Bay 11. The bus in it was about to pull out. Paul jumped from the car with his back-pack and ran to the bus. It started to pull out. He got to the door as the bus was turning out of the bay. He banged on the door. The driver ignored him. He banged harder. There was no way he was missing football academy! He really thumped the door and the driver felt he had to stop or this guy was going to cause damage.
The door opened and an angry looking driver said “I don’t think you’re on the right bus pal!” “Bay 11 – definitely!” Paul was certain and tugged his backpack up the steps. “But….” the driver didn’t get to finish what he was going to say because Paul was already pushing his backpack in front of him and past the luggage racks at the front of the bus. He heard the driver say “Please yourself” as he closed the door. Paul saw a gap in the pile of bags and shoved his backpack in.
The bus pulled out onto the motorway. Paul looked down the aisle. The bus was full of girls. “Hello sweetie!” one of them giggled. What’s more, they were all wearing uniforms! What summer camp involved uniforms?!
He went back towards the driver who was moving into the overtaking lane. “Sorry but I’m on the wrong bus.” “I tried to tell you pal but you wouldn’t listen.” “But you were in Bay 11.” “I had reversed into that bay in order to turn.” “Shit! Can you let me off?” “On a motorway?” “Well, at the next services.” “That’s not for 30 miles. You’d better sit down.”
Paul looked down the coach at the giggling girls. They were all really amused at this boy being stuck on their bus. Some of them were quite attractive. A particularly pretty blond and busty girl at the back shouted down the aisle “there’s a seat here!” The only vacant seat was in front of the back row which was not surprisingly occupied by the older girls. They all looked pleased at the prospect of having a fit looking boy on the bus.
Paul smirked and went down to the back and sat into the seat. He was getting lots of attention from the girls. “Where are you going anyway?”, he asked pointing at their blue uniform dresses. “Summer camp for the Catholic Girls Association”, the girl beside him explained.
Paul was about to respond when tape was put over his mouth and he was pushed forward in the seat. Girls pulled his arms behind him and taped his wrists together. He writhed and tried to resist but they opened his belt and pulled his trousers down through lots of giggling. His shoes and socks were pulled off and then they were pulling thick tan tights up his legs, same as most of them appeared to be wearing.
They took the tape off his hands so that they could pull his sweater off and then held his arms as they unbuttoned his shirt. There were too many of them pulling at him for him to resist. A blue dress was pulled over his head and his arms were pushed into the sleeves and it was pulled down over his body. His wrists were taped up again as they zipped him into the dress.
The whole experience had been rather erotic and there was a bulge under his tights. The girls giggled. “You’d better let us pull your dress down”, one of them suggested grinning at his erection.
He was embarrassed by it so he pushed himself up so they could pull the dress down and leave him looking a bit more respectable. They showed him two pretty blue bows before these were pinned to his hair. His ankles were tied together with a scarf and they left him trussed up in his seat and gagged. They sat back really pleased with their work.
Paul wriggled and writhed in his seat and whimpered through his taped up mouth but they left him there in his blue dress and tights. He saw that the bus passed the next exit for services and continued up the motorway.