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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Mother-Daughter Easter Brunch
« Last post by BabyJay on Today at 08:40:30 AM »
I think the 'little Daughters' are now really into the dressing up scene judging by their comments to each other regarding their appearance and make up. I suspect that in future they may be dropping subtle hints for any future occasion that takes their fancy. :)
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Mother-Daughter Easter Brunch
« Last post by sweet baby katie on Today at 08:11:52 AM »
I want to echo Babycakes comment. The description of both the physical sensations and the emotional feelings triggered by each transforming element is well done. It is often neglected and lost in stories that get caught up in describing the clothing, hair styling details. While those “trappings” are certainly important and must be well done, the description of the subjective experience is the ultimate point of it all. Well done and thank you.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 04:56:32 AM »
Chapter 332.
Tim could hardly believe what had just happened to him. In fact, the more he thought about it, the less he believed it. Maybe they had touched him without realising. Yes, they must have done. Did they not feel him responding? If it was accidental, what must they have thought of him? Were they disgusted? That would explain why they left so suddenly. Why did he have to be so sensitive? It wasn’t his fault, it was the latex. It made him hyper-responsive. Damn! He would have to call Yvette… If she didn’t reject his call.
“Are you coming in or what?”
“Miss! Lend me my phone. Quick!”
“Here…”
He dialled Yvette’s number.
“Hi. It’s me.”
“Hi! What’s up?”
“What happened just now…”
“What happened?”
“You know… When we were saying goodbye…”
“Yeah… And?”
“Didn’t you…notice anything?”
“Like what? Oh, you suddenly wanted to leave while we were having our cuddle. Why was that? Did you just remember something?”
Tim thought fast. They didn’t notice, then! They actually didn't!
“Oh… Oh, yeah, I just wanted to apologise. Yeah, I just remembered I’d promised to ring someone, and I didn’t have my phone. I know it was a bit rude.”
“Gosh Tim, it was nothing. Forget it. We can’t wait to see you next week. I’m gonna arrange it with your aunt tomorrow. It’ll be great!”
“Oh…yeah. It will be. I can’t wait either.”
“Well, gotta go…”
“Me too…”
“Bye then…”
“Bye Yvette…”
Relief flooded over him. They hadn't even noticed! He felt so stupid. Serena was right. He shouldn’t be so self-conscious.
“So, are you coming?”
“Sure…”
“I suppose you won’t wear your gloves…”
“No… Wait… Yes! Yes, why not?”
“Oh, good. They’ll look so nice. They match your hat and your tie and your shoes. Here, put them on.”
She fished them out of her bag.
“Cool…”
He pulled them on. It felt sexy wearing his gloves.
“Shall we go to our table?”
“Miss, I’m just going to the toilet… And then do you mind if I say hello to my friends?”
“Take your time. You know where I am.”
Serena walked away, smiling. She knew what he was up to. There were lots of new guests in the dining room, and he was eager to let everyone see his outfit, especially now he had decided to wear the gloves as well. Little show-off! She made her way to their table, which they were sharing with Imogen and Joshua, on the far side of the ballroom. From there they’d have a good view of developments.
Tim hurried to the bathroom. It was empty. All he wanted to do was check himself in the mirror. After a couple of poses he was satisfied.
“I should have worn my gloves from the beginning,” he murmured. “They look super-smart with this white shirt. Never mind. I look cool, all right. Okay. Let’s go.”
And with a smug grin he pushed open the door and headed for the entrance to the dining-room.
Tim could hardly believe what had just happened to him. In fact, the more he thought about it, the less he believed it. Maybe they had touched him without realising. Yes, they must have done. Did they not feel him responding? If it was accidental, what must they have thought of him? Were they disgusted? That would explain why they left so suddenly. Why did he have to be so sensitive? It wasn’t his fault, it was the latex. It made him hyper-responsive. Damn! He would have to call Yvette… If she didn’t reject his call.
“Are you coming in or what?”
“Miss! Lend me my phone. Quick!”
“Here…”
He dialled Yvette’s number.
“Hi. It’s me.”
“Hi! What’s up?”
“What happened just now…”
“What happened?”
“You know… When we were saying goodbye…”
“Yeah… And?”
“Didn’t you…notice anything?”
“Like what? Oh, you suddenly wanted to leave while we were having our cuddle. Why was that? Did you just remember something?”
Tim thought fast. They didn’t notice, then! They actually didn't!
“Oh… Oh, yeah, I just wanted to apologise. Yeah, I just remembered I’d promised to ring someone, and I didn’t have my phone. I know it was a bit rude.”
“Gosh Tim, it was nothing. Forget it. We can’t wait to see you next week. I’m gonna arrange it with your aunt tomorrow. It’ll be great!”
“Oh…yeah. It will be. I can’t wait either.”
“Well, gotta go…”
“Me too…”
“Bye then…”
“Bye Yvette…”
Relief flooded over him. They hadn't even noticed! He felt so stupid. Serena was right. He shouldn’t be so self-conscious.
“So, are you coming?”
“Sure…”
“I suppose you won’t wear your gloves…”
“No… Wait… Yes! Yes, why not?”
“Oh, good. They’ll look so nice. They match your hat and your tie and your shoes. Here, put them on.”
She fished them out of her bag.
“Cool…”
He pulled them on. It felt sexy wearing his gloves.
“Shall we go to our table?”
“Miss, I’m just going to the toilet… And then do you mind if I say hello to my friends?”
“Take your time. You know where I am.”
Serena walked away, smiling. She knew what he was up to. There were lots of new guests in the dining room, and he was eager to let everyone see his outfit, especially now he had decided to wear the gloves as well. Little show-off! She made her way to their table, which they were sharing with Imogen and Joshua, on the far side of the ballroom. From there they’d have a good view of developments.
Tim hurried to the bathroom. It was empty. All he wanted to do was check himself in the mirror. After a couple of poses he was satisfied.
“I should have worn my gloves from the beginning,” he murmured. “They look super-smart with this white shirt. Never mind. I look cool, all right. Okay. Let’s go.”
And with a smug grin he pushed open the door and headed for the entrance to the dining-room.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Yesterday at 02:09:53 PM »
Chapter 331.
Yvette took out her phone.
“Let’s exchange numbers.”
“Oh…yes… Just a minute. My aunt keeps my phone cos I’ve got nowhere to put it in this outfit.”
He looked for her in the crowd. But Serena had been keeping an eye on him, and seeing him looking for her she made her way over.
“Looking for me, Tim?”
“Oh, aunt, yes. Could I have my phone for a minute?”
“Here…”
“Thanks.”
“Hi girls. Having fun?”
“Only cos we met Tim,” laughed Tess. “We’re not really into weddings.”
Tim and Yvette exchanged numbers. Tim returned his phone to Serena.
“I’m going to ask Cynthia to find you a belt purse,” she said. “You shouldn’t have to be without your phone.”
“That would be great. Thanks, aunt.”
“Why don’t you ask your aunt about…you know…” suggested Yvette.
“Ask me what, Tim?”
“Oh…well…”
“He was thinking he would like us to come to ESDS one day – to see his outfits,” said Yvette, in her politest tone. “We understand you must be very busy, though, and it may not be possible.”
Serena was a little surprised – but secretly delighted.
“Oh, is that right, Tim?” He nodded sheepishly. “Well, I don’t see why not, though I’ll have to clear it with my mum. He’ll have some new stuff by the end of next week. Actually it would be quite useful to get your thoughts. Most of the staff are rather older. Considering we’re dealing with teenagers, I think we should welcome the opinions of the younger generation. Let me check. I’ll try to give you an answer today if I can speak to mum.”
“Oh, thank you so much, miss! We’d be so well-behaved.”
“I’m sure you would. Let me see what I can do.”
“Oh, Miss Serena – I’m sorry I don’t know your surname…” began Tess.
“Egerton. I’m Serena Egerton. My mother, Cassandra, runs ESDS.”
“I think I’ve seen you – at Pitt’s Wood…”
“Oh, you probably have. You look familiar too.”
“Would you mind taking a photo of all of us before you go?”
“Not at all. Give me your phone.”
The girls gathered round and Serena took a quick picture. She only had time for one, as Imogen was calling her to come and find their table. It was a nice piccy, except that Yvette seemed more interested in Tim’s shorts than in smiling for the camera. The girls had little interest in finding their table, and hung about with Tim for some minutes. Then Yvette’s phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hi Yvette. It’s Serena. I’m using Tim’s phone. Next week is a go. We can make the arrangements tomorrow. Call me.”
“Great! Thank you so much!”
“No probs. Enjoy the rest of the wedding. Look after Tim, won’t you?”
“You bet! Thanks again.” She turned to the others. “Were on for ESDS!”
“Yay!”
“Great!”
“We’d better go in. Look, Josephine, your mum’s beckoning to us.”
“Okay. Let’s have a quick cuddle, yeah? Your aunt’s so cool, Tim!”
“She is…”
They gathered round. The visit was sorted and confirmed. There was no longer a need for discretion. Frankie kissed his neck. Josephine patted his bottom. Tess and Yvette, as if by prearranged agreement, took advantage of his temporary confinement to widen the scope of their explorations. Their hands strayed further down the front of his shorts. He froze. He hadn’t expected anything like this from such well-mannered girls. He whispered a weak protest, which was ignored.
“N-no… Girls, please… I should g-go too…”
A little gentle kneading, and to their delight the response was almost immediate, and better than they might have hoped.
“Goodness…” murmured Tess.
“Good boy…” whispered Yvette.
“Ahh,” gasped Tim, “please…don’t…”
They stopped.
“Don’t worry. We have to go. We’ll see you next week, then.”
With sweet smiles, and blown kisses, they departed, leaving him standing there, weak at the knees.
“Wow. It didn’t take much,” said Josephine to Yvette.
“What didn’t take much?”
“Oh, hi mum. Nothing… Persuading the pageboy to show us his outfit.”
“Huh. I’m surprised he needed to, the way he’s been parading about…”
.
Yvette took out her phone.
“Let’s exchange numbers.”
“Oh…yes… Just a minute. My aunt keeps my phone cos I’ve got nowhere to put it in this outfit.”
He looked for her in the crowd. But Serena had been keeping an eye on him, and seeing him looking for her she made her way over.
“Looking for me, Tim?”
“Oh, aunt, yes. Could I have my phone for a minute?”
“Here…”
“Thanks.”
“Hi girls. Having fun?”
“Only cos we met Tim,” laughed Tess. “We’re not really into weddings.”
Tim and Yvette exchanged numbers. Tim returned his phone to Serena.
“I’m going to ask Cynthia to find you a belt purse,” she said. “You shouldn’t have to be without your phone.”
“That would be great. Thanks, aunt.”
“Why don’t you ask your aunt about…you know…” suggested Yvette.
“Ask me what, Tim?”
“Oh…well…”
“He was thinking he would like us to come to ESDS one day – to see his outfits,” said Yvette, in her politest tone. “We understand you must be very busy, though, and it may not be possible.”
Serena was a little surprised – but secretly delighted.
“Oh, is that right, Tim?” He nodded sheepishly. “Well, I don’t see why not, though I’ll have to clear it with my mum. He’ll have some new stuff by the end of next week. Actually it would be quite useful to get your thoughts. Most of the staff are rather older. Considering we’re dealing with teenagers, I think we should welcome the opinions of the younger generation. Let me check. I’ll try to give you an answer today if I can speak to mum.”
“Oh, thank you so much, miss! We’d be so well-behaved.”
“I’m sure you would. Let me see what I can do.”
“Oh, Miss Serena – I’m sorry I don’t know your surname…” began Tess.
“Egerton. I’m Serena Egerton. My mother, Cassandra, runs ESDS.”
“I think I’ve seen you – at Pitt’s Wood…”
“Oh, you probably have. You look familiar too.”
“Would you mind taking a photo of all of us before you go?”
“Not at all. Give me your phone.”
The girls gathered round and Serena took a quick picture. She only had time for one, as Imogen was calling her to come and find their table. It was a nice piccy, except that Yvette seemed more interested in Tim’s shorts than in smiling for the camera. The girls had little interest in finding their table, and hung about with Tim for some minutes. Then Yvette’s phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hi Yvette. It’s Serena. I’m using Tim’s phone. Next week is a go. We can make the arrangements tomorrow. Call me.”
“Great! Thank you so much!”
“No probs. Enjoy the rest of the wedding. Look after Tim, won’t you?”
“You bet! Thanks again.” She turned to the others. “Were on for ESDS!”
“Yay!”
“Great!”
“We’d better go in. Look, Josephine, your mum’s beckoning to us.”
“Okay. Let’s have a quick cuddle, yeah? Your aunt’s so cool, Tim!”
“She is…”
They gathered round. The visit was sorted and confirmed. There was no longer a need for discretion. Frankie kissed his neck. Josephine patted his bottom. Tess and Yvette, as if by prearranged agreement, took advantage of his temporary confinement to widen the scope of their explorations. Their hands strayed further down the front of his shorts. He froze. He hadn’t expected anything like this from such well-mannered girls. He whispered a weak protest, which was ignored.
“N-no… Girls, please… I should g-go too…”
A little gentle kneading, and to their delight the response was almost immediate, and better than they might have hoped.
“Goodness…” murmured Tess.
“Good boy…” whispered Yvette.
“Ahh,” gasped Tim, “please…don’t…”
They stopped.
“Don’t worry. We have to go. We’ll see you next week, then.”
With sweet smiles, and blown kisses, they departed, leaving him standing there, weak at the knees.
“Wow. It didn’t take much,” said Josephine to Yvette.
“What didn’t take much?”
“Oh, hi mum. Nothing… Persuading the pageboy to show us his outfit.”
“Huh. I’m surprised he needed to, the way he’s been parading about…”
.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Yesterday at 01:24:14 PM »
Chapter 330.
They parked and made their way to the hotel entrance, following the signs for wedding guests. They ran into Imogen and Joshua in reception, and the four walked together to the ballroom. There was a big light ante-room where the guests could gather, and through double doors they could see a dancefloor surrounded by dining tables, which waiters and waitresses were laying for lunch. Tim was attracting lots of attention as usual, and they had been there less than a minute when he found himself surrounded by four girls of about his own age. A girl in an orange dress introduced herself.
“Hi! I’m Yvette. You’re Tim, aren’t you? Pleased to meet you.”
She held out her hand. Tim took it and smiled. She was rather pretty.
“These are my friends. This is Josephine, this is Frankie, and this is Tess. We just wanted to say what a great job you did at the church. Weddings are so boring. I’m not ever getting married.”
“Unless you agree to be her pageboy,” quipped in the girl in the green dress, Frankie, with a grin.
“Oh, well, if you would… That would be different, of course...”
“How did you come to be a pageboy?” asked blue dress – that was Josephine. “When we heard we expected some snotty little kid – not a cool, handsome guy…”
Tim blushed, and demurred, but felt inwardly pleased and proud. Serena was right. Why had he doubted it for a minute? In this outfit he was definitely a babe magnet. The girls moved closer, smiling at him invitingly. Any initial shyness evaporated.
“Well, it was pure chance, really. See, I work at Pitt’s Wood Equestrian the other side of the town…”
“Oh. I know it well,” said Tess. “I’ve even ridden there.” She suddenly had a thought. “Wait a minute… Are you one of the boot boys by any chance?”
“That’s right. Me and Bobby.”
“Wow! I’ve seen you about…now I recognise you.”
“What’s a boot boy?” asked Josephine. “Does he…?”
“Clean boots? Yes. But it’s a bit more complicated than that, I believe… Isn’t it, Tim?” asked Tess, innocently.
“Oh…yeah, I guess… Anyway, as to the pageboy thing, once Miss Poole – that’s the principal – asked me to be a pageboy for a party she was having. And it just sort of developed from there… Then Deborah heard about me through her daughter’s friend, and she asked if I would… And of course I agreed…”
“We’re so happy you did, Tim. Otherwise we wouldn’t have got to meet you…”
Serena, seeing Tim making some new friends, decided they might cramp his style if they hung around.
“Imogen, shall we go congratulate the happy couple? They’ve just arrived…”
And the three of them moved off, leaving Tim with the girls.
The girls quickly understood how vulnerable Tim was to flattery, and decided to exploit his weakness to the full.
“I just love your outfit!” cried Frankie. “Your shorts are really neat!”
“Yeah, cool…” added Josephine, putting her hands on his shoulders.
Frankie was checking out his belt. “That’s really good quality leather. And the pink looks really good next to the purple… It is latex, isn’t it?”
Tim nodded. The girls’ touch was as light as a butterfly – and all the more thrilling for it.
“Actually these colours…”
“That’s cool. I wish I had some latex gear. If I had my way, I’d wear latex and leather all the time. I hate these stupid filmy dresses we had to wear today. You won’t believe it, but our mums got together and chose our outfits specially so we’d each wear a similar dresses but in different colours!”
“True,” added Tess. “Personally I’m not used to it. I feel most comfortable in my riding gear. And powerful. Guys don’t take the piss when you’re wearing tight breeches, high boots, and carrying a whip!” She laughed. “And they don’t try to patronise you, either.”
“We want to leave home as soon as possible,” said Yvette. “We’re gonna rent a big house together.” She had an idea. “You should join us, Tim.”
Tim smiled. “That’s very nice of you,” he said, casually.
“No. We’re serious,” said Josephine. “Let’s keep in touch, and maybe that can really happen. If you were interested, that is…”
Tim was flattered. “Honestly, I would. I’d love to. But it’s complicated… Thing is, see, my contract…”
“Contract?” asked Frankie.
“Yeah, see, I have a contract with Pitt’s Wood, and I have an apartment there, and then there’s ESDS…”
“ESDS?” Josephine looked puzzled. “What’s that? What does that stand for?”
He realised he’d said too much. “Oh, it’s nothing…just…”
But Yvette was already typing on her phone. “Egerton’s Special Domestic Services? What’s this? Boy maids? What the…? I can’t see the menu unless I’m a member. But yeah, that’s it, isn’t it? It says “affiliated with Pitt’s Wood Equestrian Centre! Tim? Are you involved in this? Are you…really a boy maid?”
Tim clammed up, but his face was a confession in itself.
“I’m still in training…”
“Tell us everything, darling,” said Frankie, “come on… Don’t be shy…”
But Yvette gave her an almost imperceptible shake of the head, which warned her against being too pushy. She was more concerned in gaining his trust, and playing the long game. It wasn’t every day you came across a guy with such possibilities…
She gave Tim an look which expressed both admiration and interest.
“Tim? That latex looks amazing quality… Would you mind if I…” She reached towards him, tentatively.
“Please…”
“Thank you…” Her fingers caressed the smooth latex. “Oh, gosh… Yes… It’s so fine. Your shorts must have been wildly expensive…”
“I think so too… But all my outfits are paid for… It’s part of the contract, see.”
Her hand lingered, stroking the glossy surface. “You’re a lucky guy… I wish I could see your other outfits sometime… And you must tell us where you get them…”
Tim has taken an immediate fancy to Yvette. He jumped at the idea.
“I’d really like to show you. Maybe we could meet up? I’m getting some new pageboy gear next week, and then I could also show you… Er…”
“Your maid’s uniform?” cried Yvette, excitedly.
“Er…well, er…”
In his eagerness to renew their relationship Tim had been about to suggest it, but now was having second thoughts. Yvette knew exactly how to handle him, however.
“Oh, no pressure. I quite understand if you wouldn’t want to. It’s a professional matter, after all. Sorry - forget I mentioned it.”
“No, really… I’d be glad to. Maybe you could come to ESDS one day. I could ask my mist… I mean my aunt.”
“Do you mean all of us?”
He could hardly say no.
“Er…sure…”
“Wow! Thank you, Tim. You’re such a great guy!” And she threw her arms around him and kissed him.
They parked and made their way to the hotel entrance, following the signs for wedding guests. They ran into Imogen and Joshua in reception, and the four walked together to the ballroom. There was a big light ante-room where the guests could gather, and through double doors they could see a dancefloor surrounded by dining tables, which waiters and waitresses were laying for lunch. Tim was attracting lots of attention as usual, and they had been there less than a minute when he found himself surrounded by four girls of about his own age. A girl in an orange dress introduced herself.
“Hi! I’m Yvette. You’re Tim, aren’t you? Pleased to meet you.”
She held out her hand. Tim took it and smiled. She was rather pretty.
“These are my friends. This is Josephine, this is Frankie, and this is Tess. We just wanted to say what a great job you did at the church. Weddings are so boring. I’m not ever getting married.”
“Unless you agree to be her pageboy,” quipped in the girl in the green dress, Frankie, with a grin.
“Oh, well, if you would… That would be different, of course...”
“How did you come to be a pageboy?” asked blue dress – that was Josephine. “When we heard we expected some snotty little kid – not a cool, handsome guy…”
Tim blushed, and demurred, but felt inwardly pleased and proud. Serena was right. Why had he doubted it for a minute? In this outfit he was definitely a babe magnet. The girls moved closer, smiling at him invitingly. Any initial shyness evaporated.
“Well, it was pure chance, really. See, I work at Pitt’s Wood Equestrian the other side of the town…”
“Oh. I know it well,” said Tess. “I’ve even ridden there.” She suddenly had a thought. “Wait a minute… Are you one of the boot boys by any chance?”
“That’s right. Me and Bobby.”
“Wow! I’ve seen you about…now I recognise you.”
“What’s a boot boy?” asked Josephine. “Does he…?”
“Clean boots? Yes. But it’s a bit more complicated than that, I believe… Isn’t it, Tim?” asked Tess, innocently.
“Oh…yeah, I guess… Anyway, as to the pageboy thing, once Miss Poole – that’s the principal – asked me to be a pageboy for a party she was having. And it just sort of developed from there… Then Deborah heard about me through her daughter’s friend, and she asked if I would… And of course I agreed…”
“We’re so happy you did, Tim. Otherwise we wouldn’t have got to meet you…”
Serena, seeing Tim making some new friends, decided they might cramp his style if they hung around.
“Imogen, shall we go congratulate the happy couple? They’ve just arrived…”
And the three of them moved off, leaving Tim with the girls.
The girls quickly understood how vulnerable Tim was to flattery, and decided to exploit his weakness to the full.
“I just love your outfit!” cried Frankie. “Your shorts are really neat!”
“Yeah, cool…” added Josephine, putting her hands on his shoulders.
Frankie was checking out his belt. “That’s really good quality leather. And the pink looks really good next to the purple… It is latex, isn’t it?”
Tim nodded. The girls’ touch was as light as a butterfly – and all the more thrilling for it.
“Actually these colours…”
“That’s cool. I wish I had some latex gear. If I had my way, I’d wear latex and leather all the time. I hate these stupid filmy dresses we had to wear today. You won’t believe it, but our mums got together and chose our outfits specially so we’d each wear a similar dresses but in different colours!”
“True,” added Tess. “Personally I’m not used to it. I feel most comfortable in my riding gear. And powerful. Guys don’t take the piss when you’re wearing tight breeches, high boots, and carrying a whip!” She laughed. “And they don’t try to patronise you, either.”
“We want to leave home as soon as possible,” said Yvette. “We’re gonna rent a big house together.” She had an idea. “You should join us, Tim.”
Tim smiled. “That’s very nice of you,” he said, casually.
“No. We’re serious,” said Josephine. “Let’s keep in touch, and maybe that can really happen. If you were interested, that is…”
Tim was flattered. “Honestly, I would. I’d love to. But it’s complicated… Thing is, see, my contract…”
“Contract?” asked Frankie.
“Yeah, see, I have a contract with Pitt’s Wood, and I have an apartment there, and then there’s ESDS…”
“ESDS?” Josephine looked puzzled. “What’s that? What does that stand for?”
He realised he’d said too much. “Oh, it’s nothing…just…”
But Yvette was already typing on her phone. “Egerton’s Special Domestic Services? What’s this? Boy maids? What the…? I can’t see the menu unless I’m a member. But yeah, that’s it, isn’t it? It says “affiliated with Pitt’s Wood Equestrian Centre! Tim? Are you involved in this? Are you…really a boy maid?”
Tim clammed up, but his face was a confession in itself.
“I’m still in training…”
“Tell us everything, darling,” said Frankie, “come on… Don’t be shy…”
But Yvette gave her an almost imperceptible shake of the head, which warned her against being too pushy. She was more concerned in gaining his trust, and playing the long game. It wasn’t every day you came across a guy with such possibilities…
She gave Tim an look which expressed both admiration and interest.
“Tim? That latex looks amazing quality… Would you mind if I…” She reached towards him, tentatively.
“Please…”
“Thank you…” Her fingers caressed the smooth latex. “Oh, gosh… Yes… It’s so fine. Your shorts must have been wildly expensive…”
“I think so too… But all my outfits are paid for… It’s part of the contract, see.”
Her hand lingered, stroking the glossy surface. “You’re a lucky guy… I wish I could see your other outfits sometime… And you must tell us where you get them…”
Tim has taken an immediate fancy to Yvette. He jumped at the idea.
“I’d really like to show you. Maybe we could meet up? I’m getting some new pageboy gear next week, and then I could also show you… Er…”
“Your maid’s uniform?” cried Yvette, excitedly.
“Er…well, er…”
In his eagerness to renew their relationship Tim had been about to suggest it, but now was having second thoughts. Yvette knew exactly how to handle him, however.
“Oh, no pressure. I quite understand if you wouldn’t want to. It’s a professional matter, after all. Sorry - forget I mentioned it.”
“No, really… I’d be glad to. Maybe you could come to ESDS one day. I could ask my mist… I mean my aunt.”
“Do you mean all of us?”
He could hardly say no.
“Er…sure…”
“Wow! Thank you, Tim. You’re such a great guy!” And she threw her arms around him and kissed him.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Looking for a story
« Last post by DaraJaney on March 30, 2026, 06:51:26 PM »
Is this what you are looking for? https://buffalobetties.net/storytime/index.php?topic=1216.0
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Mother-Daughter Easter Brunch
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on March 29, 2026, 04:24:40 PM »
THE REVEAL
Entering the house after her walk, Claire paused in the kitchen, expecting the usual commotion. After several moments, she realized that her house seemed uncharacteristically quiet. She was just about to call out for the kids when the sound of soft footsteps drew her attention to the staircase. Turning, she saw Stephanie and Caitlin walk around the corner from the landing and enter the kitchen. The girls had mischievous smiles on their faces. "What is Stephanie doing here anyway?" she thought to herself with bemusement.
Then, two more figures followed behind her. She gasped as she saw her twin sons, Jack and Justin, hesitantly follow the older girls into the kitchen. The sight before her stole her breath: the boys stood side by side, enveloped in elaborately girlish pastel dresses and finery, and transformed into the very pictures of Easter sweetness! Their sheepish grins revealed a blend of girlish bashfulness and excitement.
Claire’s hands flew to her mouth, eyes bright with astonishment which quickly shifted to delight. For a long moment, she simply gazed at her transformed sons, taking in the sweet, earnest sight. “Oh my goodness,” she giggled as she immediately understood what they were intending. "Again?" she asked with a shocked look.
“Happy birthday, Mom!” Jack and Justin chimed together brightly. Then, cheeks pink for more than one reason, they performed tentative curtsies, their skirts swaying and petticoats whispering as they moved. They were still a bit unsettled by the sensations of having spent the last hour being fussed over so intensively, but it was not an unpleasant feeling. They smiled adorably.
As it sank in on Claire all the trouble they had gone to, she felt a wave of emotion, and her eyes grew a little misty. “You two! I can’t believe you’re doing a sequel!” Then she turned to Caitlin with a playfully accusing but affectionate look, “but I’m sure your big sister here was the mastermind!”
“Guilty!” Caitlin shrugged with a grin, “but I just thought since it was your birthday, it would be such a shame to miss the chance to have ALL your daughters together!”
Jack and Justin’s cheeks bloomed rosy pink at being called ‘daughters’ in front of their mom, the word echoing in the kitchen and making everything feel more real. Somehow, it all seemed different to them now. Hearing Caitlin say it out loud that way drove home that being ‘daughters’ today wasn’t some practical joke… it felt like more than that.
Stephanie asked cheerfully, “Don’t they look adorable, Aunt Claire?”
The twins stood self-consciously and their postures seemed to grow more feminine as their mother took a closer look at their Easter finery. Jack’s hands delicately played with the top of his skirt, and Justin absent-mindedly brushed a golden curl back. Both of them were keenly aware of how pretty and dainty they looked.
As Claire examined their exquisitely girlish outfits, she realized her twin boys were a charming spectacle of springtime celebration. Jack stood skittishly in his delicate, sun-bright yellow frock, and Justin smiled sheepishly next to him in a cotton-candy pink dress so frilly and full it seemed almost spun from sugar. Puffy, frilly sleeves brushed softly against their upper arms, and the skirts billowed gorgeously over their crisp tulle petticoats.
Claire marveled at all the precious details: charmingly matched pastel Mary Janes, delightfully lacy ankle socks, fetching hair bows and frilly lace accents. Their makeup was subtle but cute: softly blushed cheeks, a touch of pink lip gloss and hints of shimmer in their eyes. She saw they’d even painted their nails!
Caitlin gestured to her befrocked little brothers, and they both did bashful little twirls for their mother so she could see the backs. Claire admired their perfectly tied ribbon sashes, and she was enchanted with the way their frothy layers rustled, billowed and bounced as they spun around. Facing their mother again, Jack shyly smoothed his yellow skirt and Justin giggled a bit as his poufy layers settled softly.
Claire managed to collect herself, dabbing a bit at the corners of her eyes. She laughed warmly, then reached for Jack and Justin to hug them gently. “It’s wonderful so see you ‘girls’ again! You two look absolutely beautiful,” she said, her voice tinged with affection.
Her twins beamed back at her, their cheeks still glowing pink. Both boys were trying to present themselves as sweetly as possible now, just like at Christmas. They knew in their hearts it would be wrong now to play their situation off as some kind of big joke. Instead, it was beginning to feel special, and they didn't want to ruin that for their mother. They knew that the only right thing to do at this point was try to be sweet little girls today. Caitlin and Stephanie grinned as they observed how careful and ladylike the boys seemed to be as they hugged their mother, cutely mindful of their hair and makeup.
“Mom, we really are your ‘daughters' for the day… just like Christmas!” Jack said softly, stating the obvious, but also signaling their commitment.
Justin chimed in, “And we’re going to be the sweetest daughters you’ve ever had! Or at least, the cutest!” he said, his voice just bordering on a playful snicker as he shot Caitlin a teasing glance. It was gentle though... not harsh.
Claire laughed kindly as her boys tried to lean into their parts. Beneath their attempts at playfulness, Claire saw the sincerity in their eyes and the joy they brought to the moment. She knew she’d treasure this memory forever.
“And you even smell like fresh little daisies!” their mother observed as she offered her own mildly teasing comment about their perfume.
The boys giggled bashfully themselves, but they knew she was right. It was going to be a memorable day!
Entering the house after her walk, Claire paused in the kitchen, expecting the usual commotion. After several moments, she realized that her house seemed uncharacteristically quiet. She was just about to call out for the kids when the sound of soft footsteps drew her attention to the staircase. Turning, she saw Stephanie and Caitlin walk around the corner from the landing and enter the kitchen. The girls had mischievous smiles on their faces. "What is Stephanie doing here anyway?" she thought to herself with bemusement.
Then, two more figures followed behind her. She gasped as she saw her twin sons, Jack and Justin, hesitantly follow the older girls into the kitchen. The sight before her stole her breath: the boys stood side by side, enveloped in elaborately girlish pastel dresses and finery, and transformed into the very pictures of Easter sweetness! Their sheepish grins revealed a blend of girlish bashfulness and excitement.
Claire’s hands flew to her mouth, eyes bright with astonishment which quickly shifted to delight. For a long moment, she simply gazed at her transformed sons, taking in the sweet, earnest sight. “Oh my goodness,” she giggled as she immediately understood what they were intending. "Again?" she asked with a shocked look.
“Happy birthday, Mom!” Jack and Justin chimed together brightly. Then, cheeks pink for more than one reason, they performed tentative curtsies, their skirts swaying and petticoats whispering as they moved. They were still a bit unsettled by the sensations of having spent the last hour being fussed over so intensively, but it was not an unpleasant feeling. They smiled adorably.
As it sank in on Claire all the trouble they had gone to, she felt a wave of emotion, and her eyes grew a little misty. “You two! I can’t believe you’re doing a sequel!” Then she turned to Caitlin with a playfully accusing but affectionate look, “but I’m sure your big sister here was the mastermind!”
“Guilty!” Caitlin shrugged with a grin, “but I just thought since it was your birthday, it would be such a shame to miss the chance to have ALL your daughters together!”
Jack and Justin’s cheeks bloomed rosy pink at being called ‘daughters’ in front of their mom, the word echoing in the kitchen and making everything feel more real. Somehow, it all seemed different to them now. Hearing Caitlin say it out loud that way drove home that being ‘daughters’ today wasn’t some practical joke… it felt like more than that.
Stephanie asked cheerfully, “Don’t they look adorable, Aunt Claire?”
The twins stood self-consciously and their postures seemed to grow more feminine as their mother took a closer look at their Easter finery. Jack’s hands delicately played with the top of his skirt, and Justin absent-mindedly brushed a golden curl back. Both of them were keenly aware of how pretty and dainty they looked.
As Claire examined their exquisitely girlish outfits, she realized her twin boys were a charming spectacle of springtime celebration. Jack stood skittishly in his delicate, sun-bright yellow frock, and Justin smiled sheepishly next to him in a cotton-candy pink dress so frilly and full it seemed almost spun from sugar. Puffy, frilly sleeves brushed softly against their upper arms, and the skirts billowed gorgeously over their crisp tulle petticoats.
Claire marveled at all the precious details: charmingly matched pastel Mary Janes, delightfully lacy ankle socks, fetching hair bows and frilly lace accents. Their makeup was subtle but cute: softly blushed cheeks, a touch of pink lip gloss and hints of shimmer in their eyes. She saw they’d even painted their nails!
Caitlin gestured to her befrocked little brothers, and they both did bashful little twirls for their mother so she could see the backs. Claire admired their perfectly tied ribbon sashes, and she was enchanted with the way their frothy layers rustled, billowed and bounced as they spun around. Facing their mother again, Jack shyly smoothed his yellow skirt and Justin giggled a bit as his poufy layers settled softly.
Claire managed to collect herself, dabbing a bit at the corners of her eyes. She laughed warmly, then reached for Jack and Justin to hug them gently. “It’s wonderful so see you ‘girls’ again! You two look absolutely beautiful,” she said, her voice tinged with affection.
Her twins beamed back at her, their cheeks still glowing pink. Both boys were trying to present themselves as sweetly as possible now, just like at Christmas. They knew in their hearts it would be wrong now to play their situation off as some kind of big joke. Instead, it was beginning to feel special, and they didn't want to ruin that for their mother. They knew that the only right thing to do at this point was try to be sweet little girls today. Caitlin and Stephanie grinned as they observed how careful and ladylike the boys seemed to be as they hugged their mother, cutely mindful of their hair and makeup.
“Mom, we really are your ‘daughters' for the day… just like Christmas!” Jack said softly, stating the obvious, but also signaling their commitment.
Justin chimed in, “And we’re going to be the sweetest daughters you’ve ever had! Or at least, the cutest!” he said, his voice just bordering on a playful snicker as he shot Caitlin a teasing glance. It was gentle though... not harsh.
Claire laughed kindly as her boys tried to lean into their parts. Beneath their attempts at playfulness, Claire saw the sincerity in their eyes and the joy they brought to the moment. She knew she’d treasure this memory forever.
“And you even smell like fresh little daisies!” their mother observed as she offered her own mildly teasing comment about their perfume.
The boys giggled bashfully themselves, but they knew she was right. It was going to be a memorable day!
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on March 29, 2026, 10:48:25 AM »
Chapter 329.
Serena finally returned, collected him, and they walked back to the car, Tim still clutching his bouquet.
“You did a great job, Tim. Everyone was impressed.”
His ears were still red. They climbed in. Tim was quiet.
“Now what’s the problem, darling?”
“Maybe these shorts are a bit…you know, revealing…”
“Nonsense! They’re very smart. The whole uniform is amazing.”
“But…”
“What? Come on, tell me. What’s the problem?”
“It’s just…like, they show… I mean, they were looking at, you know….my thing…”
Serena laughed. “That? So what? You are a boy. You should be proud of it. I show my tits when I wear a tight dress. That’s no different.”
“But… It wasn’t my fault. I was hot, see? The sun… And I was getting a bit…”
“Naturally. Listen to me, Tim. Don’t you realise why you’re so popular with the girls? Because you’re handsome, smart, and you have a great bod. It’s true. Of course they like you. Of course they fancy you a bit. Isn’t that exactly what you like? Most guys would give anything to have the sort of following you’ve got. If you’ve got it, flaunt it, I say, darling. Not all boys have it in the first place.”
He looked at her wide-eyed. “Do you think so?”
“I know so. It’s going to be the same when we get to the reception, I guarantee. Everyone will want to meet the pageboy. You’re the star of the show.”
“Really?”
“Of course! Get used to it. Everyone been asking me about you. Can you be pageboy at their daughter’s wedding, do you do parties, and so on. You’re a celebrity, Tim. But if you can’t cope with the attention, no probs. I can tell my mum and we can just focus on maiding. I can ring Cynthia now if you like and cancel your other outfits…”
Serena understood very well how much he loved being in the spotlight.
Tim panicked. “No! No, don’t do that… Okay, I get it. I’m sorry. I just got a bit flustered, that’s all. It was hot, and all that posing…”
“I understand, Tim. You played your role in the church perfectly. You must have felt quite exhausted. I shouldn’t have allowed you to be pestered by all those women.”
“No, really. They weren’t pestering me at all. I just reacted stupidly. I really like my pageboy outfit... a lot. Actually I can’t wait for Cynthia to come up with some new creations. If you think anything needs modifying…”
“Yes?”
“Just go ahead. I trust your judgement completely.”
“I’m flattered. Do you feel better now?”
“Yeah. Thanks. I’m sorry for being so silly.”
“Well, since you’ve chosen to follow the celeb path, let’s have a publicity photograph, shall we?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come and sit in the driver’s seat and I’ll take one.”
“Okay…”
They got out. Tim posed sitting in the driver’s seat.
“There. You look cool. I can show that around to prospective customers.”
“That would look great on my wall!”
“I’ll get one printed. Now, we should go.”
Tim moved over. Serena climbed in and they were soon on their way.
“By the way, who gave me the bouquet?”
“Melanie, actually. Another one of your admirers.”
Tim laughed. “Let’s hurry and get to the hotel.”
Serena finally returned, collected him, and they walked back to the car, Tim still clutching his bouquet.
“You did a great job, Tim. Everyone was impressed.”
His ears were still red. They climbed in. Tim was quiet.
“Now what’s the problem, darling?”
“Maybe these shorts are a bit…you know, revealing…”
“Nonsense! They’re very smart. The whole uniform is amazing.”
“But…”
“What? Come on, tell me. What’s the problem?”
“It’s just…like, they show… I mean, they were looking at, you know….my thing…”
Serena laughed. “That? So what? You are a boy. You should be proud of it. I show my tits when I wear a tight dress. That’s no different.”
“But… It wasn’t my fault. I was hot, see? The sun… And I was getting a bit…”
“Naturally. Listen to me, Tim. Don’t you realise why you’re so popular with the girls? Because you’re handsome, smart, and you have a great bod. It’s true. Of course they like you. Of course they fancy you a bit. Isn’t that exactly what you like? Most guys would give anything to have the sort of following you’ve got. If you’ve got it, flaunt it, I say, darling. Not all boys have it in the first place.”
He looked at her wide-eyed. “Do you think so?”
“I know so. It’s going to be the same when we get to the reception, I guarantee. Everyone will want to meet the pageboy. You’re the star of the show.”
“Really?”
“Of course! Get used to it. Everyone been asking me about you. Can you be pageboy at their daughter’s wedding, do you do parties, and so on. You’re a celebrity, Tim. But if you can’t cope with the attention, no probs. I can tell my mum and we can just focus on maiding. I can ring Cynthia now if you like and cancel your other outfits…”
Serena understood very well how much he loved being in the spotlight.
Tim panicked. “No! No, don’t do that… Okay, I get it. I’m sorry. I just got a bit flustered, that’s all. It was hot, and all that posing…”
“I understand, Tim. You played your role in the church perfectly. You must have felt quite exhausted. I shouldn’t have allowed you to be pestered by all those women.”
“No, really. They weren’t pestering me at all. I just reacted stupidly. I really like my pageboy outfit... a lot. Actually I can’t wait for Cynthia to come up with some new creations. If you think anything needs modifying…”
“Yes?”
“Just go ahead. I trust your judgement completely.”
“I’m flattered. Do you feel better now?”
“Yeah. Thanks. I’m sorry for being so silly.”
“Well, since you’ve chosen to follow the celeb path, let’s have a publicity photograph, shall we?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come and sit in the driver’s seat and I’ll take one.”
“Okay…”
They got out. Tim posed sitting in the driver’s seat.
“There. You look cool. I can show that around to prospective customers.”
“That would look great on my wall!”
“I’ll get one printed. Now, we should go.”
Tim moved over. Serena climbed in and they were soon on their way.
“By the way, who gave me the bouquet?”
“Melanie, actually. Another one of your admirers.”
Tim laughed. “Let’s hurry and get to the hotel.”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on March 29, 2026, 10:42:22 AM »
Chapter 328.
He did everything that was asked of him. But now he was thirsty. It was nearly eleven-thirty, and the sun was hot. He became aware that the leg bands of his shorts were slipping against his thighs as he moved. And he was thirsty. He stopped.
“Ladies…? Would you mind if I got a drink? I…”
It was then he noticed that none of them was looking at him. Well, they were, but not at his face, but at his shorts. And Zoe herself was wearing a wicked smile, and snapping away as fast as she could. He looked down. To his horror, he saw that he was semi-tumescent, the glossy latex taut over his swelling boyhood, which had pushed its way diagonally upwards to the left-hand side of the centre seam. He gasped, and instinctively covered it with his hand. It was firm and hot. Holding it risked making things worse, but he had no choice. He stammered an apology.
“I-I’m sorry, ladies, but I’ve just realised… Er, I’m supposed to meet my aunt by the gate now…
“Oh, Tim…just a few more, please…..”
“But…”
“No hurry, Tim. Carry on. We have loads of time.”
It was Serena, smiling like a Cheshire cat. She was holding a little bouquet..
“But I thought…”
Serena looked at her watch.
“We don’t have to leave for at least ten minutes. The reception won’t get going till twelve thirty. Don’t disappoint the ladies, darling. Look, one of the bridesmaids asked me to give you these. Isn’t that sweet? I think she must have a little crush on you.” She walked up to him. “Here, take them.” She lowered her voice. “Whatever are you doing? Stop holding yourself like that. Take them in both hands.”
She took a step back. “There, what a pretty picture you make. I’ll come and get you in ten minutes. Be good and pose for the girls.”
She winked at the others and walked away. Tim did his best to conceal his erection behind the flowers. But without much success.
“Can you hold your bouquet higher, please?” called one of his tormentors. “Higher… Higher… That’s better!”
And they resumed the photoshoot.
He did everything that was asked of him. But now he was thirsty. It was nearly eleven-thirty, and the sun was hot. He became aware that the leg bands of his shorts were slipping against his thighs as he moved. And he was thirsty. He stopped.
“Ladies…? Would you mind if I got a drink? I…”
It was then he noticed that none of them was looking at him. Well, they were, but not at his face, but at his shorts. And Zoe herself was wearing a wicked smile, and snapping away as fast as she could. He looked down. To his horror, he saw that he was semi-tumescent, the glossy latex taut over his swelling boyhood, which had pushed its way diagonally upwards to the left-hand side of the centre seam. He gasped, and instinctively covered it with his hand. It was firm and hot. Holding it risked making things worse, but he had no choice. He stammered an apology.
“I-I’m sorry, ladies, but I’ve just realised… Er, I’m supposed to meet my aunt by the gate now…
“Oh, Tim…just a few more, please…..”
“But…”
“No hurry, Tim. Carry on. We have loads of time.”
It was Serena, smiling like a Cheshire cat. She was holding a little bouquet..
“But I thought…”
Serena looked at her watch.
“We don’t have to leave for at least ten minutes. The reception won’t get going till twelve thirty. Don’t disappoint the ladies, darling. Look, one of the bridesmaids asked me to give you these. Isn’t that sweet? I think she must have a little crush on you.” She walked up to him. “Here, take them.” She lowered her voice. “Whatever are you doing? Stop holding yourself like that. Take them in both hands.”
She took a step back. “There, what a pretty picture you make. I’ll come and get you in ten minutes. Be good and pose for the girls.”
She winked at the others and walked away. Tim did his best to conceal his erection behind the flowers. But without much success.
“Can you hold your bouquet higher, please?” called one of his tormentors. “Higher… Higher… That’s better!”
And they resumed the photoshoot.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on March 29, 2026, 10:39:13 AM »
Chapter 327.
Tim had already played the “perfect pageboy” in front of all the guests. Now he had a more exclusive assignment. Zoe took him by the hand, and followed by a little group of her friends, led him round to the side door of the church.
“Stand there, Tim… Maybe up on the first step? There’s a love. That’s it. Perfect. Just pose any way you want… Yeah, do what you feel… Great! Love it! Little dance? Super!”
He was ecstatic. They really liked him! This outfit was great. He was a big hit with all the ladies. Thanks to Cynthia. She really knew what suited him. She was going to make him other shorts too, probably in different colours. What did Serena say? Maybe an inch or two shorter? S’pose they could be, yes… Better mention that to her…
He was enjoying himself so much. In the direct sunlight the latex was warmer than ever, and underneath his skin was warm too, and he was perspiring slightly. As he moved, his coc-k slid about against the slick latex, and began to stir. It felt good, being the centre of female attention, being able to show off to his heart’s content. His audience showed no signs of boredom; the ladies seemed more enthusiastic than ever, praising him and issuing requests.
“Smile, Tim!”
“Make a silly face!”
“Could you stand like that and make a peace sign?”
“Amazing, Tim! Now could you turn around and look over your shoulder? That’s great!”
Tim had already played the “perfect pageboy” in front of all the guests. Now he had a more exclusive assignment. Zoe took him by the hand, and followed by a little group of her friends, led him round to the side door of the church.
“Stand there, Tim… Maybe up on the first step? There’s a love. That’s it. Perfect. Just pose any way you want… Yeah, do what you feel… Great! Love it! Little dance? Super!”
He was ecstatic. They really liked him! This outfit was great. He was a big hit with all the ladies. Thanks to Cynthia. She really knew what suited him. She was going to make him other shorts too, probably in different colours. What did Serena say? Maybe an inch or two shorter? S’pose they could be, yes… Better mention that to her…
He was enjoying himself so much. In the direct sunlight the latex was warmer than ever, and underneath his skin was warm too, and he was perspiring slightly. As he moved, his coc-k slid about against the slick latex, and began to stir. It felt good, being the centre of female attention, being able to show off to his heart’s content. His audience showed no signs of boredom; the ladies seemed more enthusiastic than ever, praising him and issuing requests.
“Smile, Tim!”
“Make a silly face!”
“Could you stand like that and make a peace sign?”
“Amazing, Tim! Now could you turn around and look over your shoulder? That’s great!”
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