“Victor, show Ms. Harper your other dresses.” “Yes mother”, he replied exercising another curtsey. He minced over to the wardrobe and opened the double doors. There were half a dozen dresses of every pretty shade hanging there. At one end there were two pettislips with heavily packed and flared petticoats. At the other end were lacey blouses and pleated plaid skirts.
Victor was then told to open his chest of drawers. Ms. Harper examined the slips, camisoles, suspender belts, lace-toped stockings, over-the-knee stockings with bows at the top, frilly ankle socks, panties, pettipants and bloomers.
“So how long as he been in dresses?” she asked. His mother looked towards him, clearly expecting him to answer. “Six months”, he muttered. “And no problems?” she asked giving him an opening to complain. Victor looked warily at his mother. “No”, he mumbled, knowing the consequences of complaining.
“Right”, Ms Harper said taking out a form. “There will be no problem having him officially registered as a Sissy so.” Victor looked up in shock. What did this mean?
Ms. Harper started filling out the very official looking form. “Name, for purposes of registration?” “Vicky”, his mother interjected. Victor looked worried.
Ms. Harper filled out a few other columns. The form had one of those hologram squares to prevent forging. She took out a bar-code reader which flashed over the page and beeped. “OK, our sissy’s details have been automatically uploaded onto the state databases and his previous record deleted.” Victor was growing increasingly concerned.
Ms. Harper took what looked like a necklace from her bag. She reached up under Victor’s ringlets around his neck. He heard a click. “There! Now that can only be removed by appropriate authorities.” Victor looked in the mirror. The silver necklace spelt “S-I-S-S-Y” across his throat.
Ms. Harper handed his mother the form. “Now just show this to anybody who questions his status as a sissy and it will prove to them that he can be kept in frilly dresses and sissy clothes at your pleasure.” Victor looked at the form in horror.
“Now there are many benefits to his official designation”, Ms. Harper continued to explain. She reached into her bag again and took out a brochure. “You can purchase specially discounted clothes for the sissy.” She handed it to his mother. Victor looked on with concern as she leafed through it.
“There are all sorts of dresses – frilly, very frilly or superfrilly. In fact, the superfrilly dresses are cheaper – it’s an economy-of-scales thing – we don’t get many orders for the ordinary frilly dresses. Each dress can come in all sorts of colours – pink, apricot, peach, lemon, cerise, baby pink, baby blue. There is a special bulk discount for ordering 12 designs. Each dress comes with matching panties or pettipants or bloomers – they come as a package, you can’t order the dress without the panties – sorry about that.
Then there are petticoats and pettislips. Let me see, ah yes, seven layers are the smallest or you can have them more full. I’ll leave the brochure with you.”