The party was even worse than I feared. As each little girl arrived with her mother they all stared at my outfit, especially my padded bottom with the little fluffy bunny tail. Several of them innocently asked why a boy was wearing tights and a leotard. One of the little girls wasn’t accompanied by her mother but by her older sister.

Serena held a petticoat over his head and it dropped onto his bra cups in a silky bodice, spreading outwards in paper nylon stiffness from his lower ribs. He tightened his fists to prevent a shiver of embarrassment: the skirt of his petticoat flared from well above his waist but was only 12 or 14 inches deep. What kind of childish little skirt was he going to be put into?My eyes lowered, I stood at the bottom step and finally, my long lashes fluttering, looked up expectantly at my host. In part 3 poor Jason is fastened into a creaming chair for the pleasure of ladies, gentlemen and sissies.

Looking out to the car, the old priest smiled and waved to what appeared to him a pretty young girl. “Oh, I'm afraid that's not allowed; the academy is cloistered to women.” Serena fastened the three large pink gingham buttons down his white bib, making him gasp. He gave his hips a tiny wiggle, and the dress swayed from side to side, increasing his girlish emotion. He got a fright when he realised he was being watched by Miss Presswell, who lifted her eye-brows as if to say: "I told you so." Her ruffled pink bosom swelled with a deep breath and she reached a hand forward for her sissy-boy to take. I’m not a small girl – but I’m not in the Evans Outsize category either. My problem, as with most men wanting to wear pretty feminine clothes, my problem is I’m not really the right shape. I’m much more of a cylinder than I would like. But you really need to learn what your shape is – the younger you are, the more likely it is that there will be clothes suitable for you. I have solidified into middle-aged circumference aided by sloth and sundry lazinesses. I could lose weight – but it doesn’t seem to happen merely by feeble willpower – and I can’t get as involved on a day-to-day basis as many women manage. So, my shape is currently unfaltering.

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Mother, no, don't let this happen," pleaded the boy, trying to lift his hands again, but Jason clasped them into the front of his blouse as he'd been told. He wasn't going to let Miss Presswell have any excuse for sending out that photo. Put this Fairy-Tail harness on him so that I can keep him with me," she said, passing an armful of rose pink frills to her assistant. I can see that the little dear is becoming quite overcome by his feminine surroundings, judging by that little point above the front of his panty," said Mrs Mitchell, curling her lips with ironic delight. "With Jason looking so sweet and girlish in his dress and hair ribbon, I'd love to see his little pee-pee." Aaaah!" cooed all the women. "He doesn't want his friends to know." "Isn't he sweet." "He's nearly crying, look."

I brought my niece along with me in the car; would it be an inconvenience if we came in and looked for just a minute?”

But then at supper Sheila asks me what I'm planning to wear to the party. I almost choke. I tell her I'm not going; it’s a party for girls. Put him in these shoulder petticoats," she said, "and I want him in Snow-White knee-highs and crystal pumps to match this dress." Jason felt his cheeks blush and his penis tug firmly on his panty silk as it grew in front of the watching women. Or was it because of their pretty sissy husband and son-in-law? The wretched male was wearing wide legged French panties prettied round both legs with three inches of pink lace, and they were tented in front of him from the bottom edge of his corselet, so that the double dome of his penis helmet was beautifully shaped in gleaming satin. His corset was in lacy panels that alternated pink and white, with six suspender garters of ruched white satin that hung loosely halfway down his panties. His bra cups were shallow, perhaps an A cup, but judging from the smooth flesh of his chest they must have been filled with his own breasts and nipples. Miss Presswell, held Jason by short ribbons so that the ruffles of her bust pressed into the ruffle at his shoulder. "You will help ladies to select pretty lingerie for their sissies and of course you will show suitable feminine sweetness towards any sissies we meet," she said. "A sissyboy always shows the same affection for all sissies, regardless of their age, since they are all sweet little girls by nature."