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More and louder giggles ensued as Dr. Jerold asked, “If we can turn a Marc into a Marci with just a little ‘i’, just imagine what we could do with more profoundly feminine accouterments like perhaps silky lingerie, a sexy prom dress, stylish four-inch sandals, and glamorous makeup?”
Marc tried but failed to banish images of himself dolled up as a pretty prom princess. His breath caught in his chest, and his knees were trying to decide between knocking and buckling. Why was he imagining himself as a feminized sissy? Before he could answer his own question, his situation worsened from humiliating to mortifying.
In a class this large on a campus this small, and considering his expansive sexual exploits, there were bound to be some of Marc’s past “conquests” in the room. He was horrified to hear shouts from some of them now.
--
I didn’t realize my mom forced you to dress up for junior prom too. You’d told me? Many times? No, I think I would’ve remembered if you had. I guess Pete and I had already headed upstairs for the hotel room by the time you arrived at the grand ballroom.
My mom dressed you in Cindy’s sapphire blue shorty gown? The saucy one with the built-in black petticoat netting? I just love how the skirt poufs out on that one. So flirty! And you wore Cindy’s four-inch black stilettos too? I really wish I’d seen that! Besides all the pictures mom took of you that is.
I bet mom did up your hair and makeup like a princess! She did? Well, she is one of the best beauticians in the state. Cindy was there too? She what? Forced you to use Nair all over your body? What? She actually smeared it on you, all over your body below your eyebrows—which she plucked into a delicate arch?
--
He hated every minute of it, and he still resented Danielle for tricking him. Now, she was talking again, “Remember? You made such a perfect little Busty’s Girl in my tight pink shorts and little white midriff tank top!”
“So what about it?” he growled, blushing slightly.
“Well, the thing is, I have a shift in about two hours, and I can’t work.”
“So? Get one of your slut friends to take it for you. What does this have to do with me?” Even as he asked, Danielle’s evil smile creeped him out. Suddenly it clicked. “Oh no way! I’m not going to work in your place!” he cried.
“Actually you are, sister dear....”
--
Jillian and her daughters explained Ricky’s colossal error to him. He clearly didn’t know, and he was too angry to let Jillian tell him until it was too late, but there were only girl cheerleaders at the fancy St. Bernadette School. To win the bet, he would have to join the cheerleading team, perform the cheers in a female uniform, and carry out all the other feminine responsibilities of a cheer girl.
Hearing this, Ricky began to turn several shades of red and purple. Sounds of anger came pouring from his mouth, but he was too angry to form any words. Jillian stroked his hand gently, trying to calm him down....
Jillian calmly explained, “Either fortunately or not—depending on your point of view—no one besides Renee at the school has met you Ricky. They’ve maybe heard the name. Maybe it was really Rikki, short for Erika? Not a young boy, but a girl. One who could be signed up for the cheer team? One who would need a whole feminine wardrobe including school girl uniforms?”
--
Yes, she knew all about my little hobby. How could she not? She’d seen me do it dozens if not hundreds of times. Finding random men, and taking them...shopping. For sexy women’s clothes. For them to wear.
--
As I close final the hook at your neck, I admire the fit. “It’s like this beautiful gown was custom tailored for you, Sissy!” I laugh, then I fix a long, flowing auburn wig to your head....
Excerpts from this Hot Sexy New Collection of 5 Complete, Very Different Stand-Alone LGBT, Transgender, Forced Feminization, Humiliation, Chastity & Taboo Fetish Stories plus free bonus:
More and louder giggles ensued as Dr. Jerold asked, “If we can turn a Marc into a Marci with just a little ‘i’, just imagine what we could do with more profoundly feminine accouterments like perhaps silky lingerie, a sexy prom dress, stylish four-inch sandals, and glamorous makeup?”
Marc tried but failed to banish images of himself dolled up as a pretty prom princess. His breath caught in his chest, and his knees were trying to decide between knocking and buckling. Why was he imagining himself as a feminized sissy? Before he could answer his own question, his situation worsened from humiliating to mortifying.
In a class this large on a campus this small, and considering his expansive sexual exploits, there were bound to be some of Marc’s past “conquests” in the room. He was horrified to hear shouts from some of them now.
--
I didn’t realize my mom forced you to dress up for junior prom too. You’d told me? Many times? No, I think I would’ve remembered if you had. I guess Pete and I had already headed upstairs for the hotel room by the time you arrived at the grand ballroom.
My mom dressed you in Cindy’s sapphire blue shorty gown? The saucy one with the built-in black petticoat netting? I just love how the skirt poufs out on that one. So flirty! And you wore Cindy’s four-inch black stilettos too? I really wish I’d seen that! Besides all the pictures mom took of you that is.
I bet mom did up your hair and makeup like a princess! She did? Well, she is one of the best beauticians in the state. Cindy was there too? She what? Forced you to use Nair all over your body? What? She actually smeared it on you, all over your body below your eyebrows—which she plucked into a delicate arch?
--
He hated every minute of it, and he still resented Danielle for tricking him. Now, she was talking again, “Remember? You made such a perfect little Busty’s Girl in my tight pink shorts and little white midriff tank top!”
“So what about it?” he growled, blushing slightly.
“Well, the thing is, I have a shift in about two hours, and I can’t work.”
“So? Get one of your slut friends to take it for you. What does this have to do with me?” Even as he asked, Danielle’s evil smile creeped him out. Suddenly it clicked. “Oh no way! I’m not going to work in your place!” he cried.
“Actually you are, sister dear....”
--
Jillian and her daughters explained Ricky’s colossal error to him. He clearly didn’t know, and he was too angry to let Jillian tell him until it was too late, but there were only girl cheerleaders at the fancy St. Bernadette School. To win the bet, he would have to join the cheerleading team, perform the cheers in a female uniform, and carry out all the other feminine responsibilities of a cheer girl.
Hearing this, Ricky began to turn several shades of red and purple. Sounds of anger came pouring from his mouth, but he was too angry to form any words. Jillian stroked his hand gently, trying to calm him down....
Jillian calmly explained, “Either fortunately or not—depending on your point of view—no one besides Renee at the school has met you Ricky. They’ve maybe heard the name. Maybe it was really Rikki, short for Erika? Not a young boy, but a girl. One who could be signed up for the cheer team? One who would need a whole feminine wardrobe including school girl uniforms?”
--
Yes, she knew all about my little hobby. How could she not? She’d seen me do it dozens if not hundreds of times. Finding random men, and taking them...shopping. For sexy women’s clothes. For them to wear.
--
As I close final the hook at your neck, I admire the fit. “It’s like this beautiful gown was custom tailored for you, Sissy!” I laugh, then I fix a long, flowing auburn wig to your head....
