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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