6. MEETING MILLICENT
"Come this way" she said "This is where all the magic happens. Allow me to welcome to Sissy Central, a veritable cornucopia of all things sissy to make all your dreams come true."
David was taken totally by surprise it wasn't at all what he had expected. He had envisioned a seedy back room with insufficient lighting with a linoleum covered floor that had seen better days and sticky nicotine covered walls. Instead he found a very chic and opulent interior reminiscent of a high end store. It was a boutique, a shopping emporium, a storehouse of wonders or, a house of horrors depending, from where in the food chain one was observing things, with plush carpeting and mirrors throughout which created a light airy feel and opulence to the establishment, a place whose sole purpose was catering to and creating sissies of all persuasions. After all why shouldn’t the place offer a relaxed and well appointed atmosphere from which mothers could coordinate the transition of their son's into sissies? A place where they can relax and enjoy a cup of coffee and a pastry whilst waiting for their sons to be returned to them all dressed up and ready to go. But David's mother was more of a hands on person.
There was a hair salon, nail bar, and cosmetologist station all set on a raised circular dais central in the room which were already taking customers who would be on display throughout their transformations for all to watch and enjoy like the omnibus edition of a favourite soap opera available all day to all customers. All the clients without exception were all required to be confined in a salon sack which simply said on a badge on the chest 'Princess in Progress.' They were all confining from its high neck to its cuffed ankles which were so close together if the wearer was lucky they might be able to shuffle along like a penguin or at worst have to bunny jump to where they were going the arm holes comprised of a cuff at waist level which just permitted hands to peep through and far enough apart they couldn't get at the back zipper fastening that kept the garment closed or grip hands across their waist which left the occupant quite helpless, and easy to manage. David was glad he wasn’t going to be wearing one of those. There were even small group of sofas and arm chairs set around coffee tables that afforded a good view of those being tended there, where mothers or other observers could watch over the transformation of their son or some other unfortunate as they sipped their latte whilst they were waited on by boys looking very pretty in their tightly corseted and brightly coloured French maids outfits.
There were stuffed toys of every denomination from hippos to bears from Pooh's to Paddington's and Wojteks, bags, purses, shoes, jewellery and accessories and racks of clothes and display stands dividing the floor space into sections catering for crawlers and waddler's, there was a section for pre schooler's as well as pageant princesses there was even a Lolita's section and one for debutants.
In fact everything you could need for every conceivable occasion a sissy might find himself in could be found there. David found himself in the baby wear section where he was confronted by racks of nappies and all things infant. Everything a born again baby or teenage toddler could desire and more besides. There was some very life like mannequins all dressed up giving an indication of how a boy might look after his visit they made him shudder at the things that could be done to the victim. Done to him!
There was another boy there, or at least David thought it was boy, in what rightfully could be called Sissy Central in the hair salon. The boy, David had seen looked as though he must have arrived at the store's opening that morning owing to his advanced, or deteriorated state of appearance depending upon who was making the observations. He was sat in one of the salon chairs having the finishing touches made to his elaborate up do as a large red and white candy stripe butterfly bow was being firmly pinned into place at the front of his very chic but dated hairstyle. If the damned thing was any bigger thought David he'll take off in a breeze, "I'm sure as hell glad I'm not getting my hair done" he thought. His makeup and nails were immaculate. The boy was just going through his final inspection prior to declaring him "done" although David did have second thoughts when he noticed the ample swellings on the boy's chest concealed beneath a protective arm to preserve his modesty. But why would a girl get her hair done here? This was the most feminine of masculine domains he could conceive of, a place where boys were turned into sissies, not a place for girls unless they were supervising the boys. The boy did indeed have small breasts and was wearing a bra, a white stretch fabric sports bra with moulded and padded cups which helped minimise his display of feminine attributes and was removed after his t-shirt was cut from him.
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