HER VERY OWN SISSY, PT. 1
âOh, Mommy, itâs such a femmy little thing!â Mandy squealed as the shiny wrapping paper came off her birthday present. Mandyâs braided blond pigtails danced in the air as she jumped with excitement.
Standing before her was a frail creature, barely five feet high, with milk white skin, very large blue eyes, and blond hair styled in a cute Shirley Temple perm. The little thing was attired in white Mary Jane shoes, pink stockings, stiff white petticoats and a tiny pink dress that scarcely attempted to hide the adorable frilly pink panties underneath.
Mandy approached this living doll and let her fingers play with the enormous ribbon in the sissyâs hair and with the puffed sleeves of its satin dress.
âOh, Mommy, whatâs its name?â
Mrs. Daniels smiled and tossed back her long mane of light brown curls. âTell Mandy your name, dear.â
For a moment the girlish thing said nothing, its blue eyes growing larger and its glossy lower lip trembling uncontrollably. Finally, its elfin mouth opened, and a tiny voice squeaked, âM-m-my name isth Muffin, and Iâm a thissy.â This announcement was followed by a well-practiced curtsy.
Mandy and Mrs. Daniels both burst into laughter -- for what the thing said and for the ridiculously high pitch of its voice.
âMuffin! Itâs the perfect name for such a little fairy,â Mandy declared, regaining her composure. âI canât believe it! My very own sissy, and it just couldnât look any sweeter. I canât wait to show it off to Karen.â Karen was Mandyâs best friend -- and fiercest rival. The two were generally acknowledged to be the smartest, prettiest and most athletic girls at Winship Academy. And they were in a constant two-person race for over-achievement. Karen excelled at math, but Mandy scored higher in Latin. Karen was the better gymnast, but Mandy usually beat her on the tennis court. Only in cheerleading, were the two girls equals, sharing the rank of co-captains of the squad. When Karen turned 16, her parents gave her a red convertible sports car. Three months later on Mandyâs birthday, she asked for and received the very same make of car, only in black.
The following year, Karenâs birthday present was something that more and more affluent families were getting for their spoiled daughters: her very own sissy. It was a lovely little confection with long red hair, pale freckled skin and a turned-up nose. Its name was Shortcake and became Karenâs prized possession. Visiting one sissy store after another, Karen bought dozens of frilly, skimpy, outrageously femmy outfits for the diminutive pansy and led it around like a puppy everywhere -- to school, to cheerleading practice, to the mall on Saturdays. Karen even dragged Shortcake along on dates with her boyfriend Roger, the devilishly handsome star quarterback of the football team.
One Sunday morning Karen confided to Mandy, âI got home at two a.m. last night. I donât know whose clothes and makeup were more mussed up, mine or Shortcakeâs!â
âDonât you get jealous when Roger touches Shortcake?â
âOf course not, silly! Who could be jealous of a stupid little plaything like Shortcake? Besides, it takes the pressure off me. Roger is horny 24/7 and gets to do things to Shortcake that I wonât let him do to me.â
Mandy and Karen then dissolved into giggles.
Not to be outdone, Mandy whined to her mother for weeks about getting her own sissy. âPlease, Mommy, I promise Iâll train it, dress it, supervise it, and spank it whenever itâs bad. Karenâs sissy does all the housework, and Karenâs mom loves it. Her mom says Shortcake is -- whatâs the word? -- âorally talentedâ and great for relieving stress and tension.â
All Mrs. Daniels would say was, âWeâll see, darling.â But Mandy could tell from her motherâs sly smile that she had already been convinced. This morning Mandy knew exactly what was in the big package even before she undid the ribbon.
âI love it already,â Mandy exclaimed and placed her arms around the petite sissyâs waist to hold it close. At this attention, her pink birthday present sighed deeply and fluttered its long eyelashes. âMmmm, it even smells like a baby,â said Muffinâs new owner. â I bet it cost a lot didnât it?â
âYes, Muffin was the most expensive sissy in the showroom,â admitted Mrs. Daniels as she balled up the wrapping paper that the gift had been concealed in. âBut I couldnât resist the little thing. I want you to know that of all the pansies available for purchase this month, Muffin is the one that was most like a little girl.â
âNo kidding! I swear it looks just like a six-year old, and that squeaky voice is so funny! Letâs hear it again. Whose little sissy are you, Muffin?â
The pathetic thing blushed, curtseyed and then squeaked, âIâm pwoperty of Missth Mandy Danielsth.â
Mandy whooped and bounced up and down in delight, her blond braids and short cheerleading skirt flying up and down. âOh, I canât wait to buy it some silly-frilly clothes and take it to school with me Monday! Iâll be the envy of every girl -- including Karen!â
(To be continued.)