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Hi.

  One of these stories in which you learn how wicked your aunt really
is. Be happy that yours isn't that wicked :).

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

  If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
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Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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2___A_Girl's_Place_is_the_Mall____________________________by_Mistress_Kay



"There, now you have a proper figure for a woman".  Oh god, I could hardly
breathe and felt like I was getting dizzy.  I was beet red and so terribly
embarrassed at all this.

Jani came back with the stockings and exclaimed, "my my you've really
changed her shape haven't you".  I was told to sit down and slip on the
stockings.  When I said I had never done this before, Ms Amanda coached me
through it.  I felt humiliated and degraded that I couldn't even do this
right.  Then I stood up and she fastened the stockings to all six garters on
each leg.  "Did, you Aunt Sinthia have you bring any heels with you today",
she asked.  "There are a pair of red heels in that bag of mine", I told her
quite afraid of what was coming next.  "Put them on and model for me".  I
found the bag and did my best to slip into the heels.  I couldn't bend over
too easily and needed help from Ms.  Amanda.

Finally I had them on.  "Jani get me a white short slip, about 19 inches,
with double side slits and a white lace camisole", she said to her
assistant.  Jani brought these to her and she had me slip both on.  I stood
in front of the mirror but you really couldn't see the full effect no matter
how far I backed up.  "Come with me", she said leading me out of the room.
I cringed at the showing of myself in this condition but I was left no
choice.

I was led to the large mirror in the back of the shop and told to stand
straight, turn, walk and then to sit.  "See how the slip shows the garters
and stocking tops just a bit", said Amanda.  Jani nodded and said, "but
doesn't she look awfully wanton that way.  Wow just think of how the black
or red outfits will show her off.  I'm jealous", she said.  Amanda said,
"You know, she needs that special fanny girdle, the one with the cutouts
that expose the cheeks and push them up and out".  Jani agreed and went to
get ones in all the colors we were looking at.  That was even more
humiliating.

Amanda said, "Jani, take her back to the dressing room, get those panties
off and squeeze her into the white panty girdle.  Make sure it goes up under
the corset so we get a full bare fanny" If you need help call me and I'll
come in and help".  Jani led me back to the dressing room.  Now I was
panicked as I had nothing on under the panties.  I mean my puny dick would
be exposed for her to laugh at.  I was starting to tremble and ready to cry
again.  How could my Aunt Sinthia put me through such hell.

Once in the dressing room, I was told to unhook the garters and remove my
panties.  Jani busied herself loosening the corset.  Finally I was given the
special panty girdle with the fanny cutout and told to squeeze into it.
That's putting it mildly.  It was so tight and the fanny support bands were
so strong.  After a lot of struggling I got it on, but it nearly choked me
in the crotch.  "You'll have to reach in and tuck your privates under
between your legs", said Jani.  I did as I was told and was even more
uncomfortable, but all of a sudden there was no male bulge.

Jani began to pull at my fanny cheeks forcing them out of the opening.  I
looked in the mirror and saw a very exaggerated fanny beneath the corset
edge.  It was very exciting and left me with a strange feeling.  Then Jani
started in again with the laces as Amanda had done again it was tighter and
tighter as she pulled.  Once again at one moment I thought I could feel her
knee in my back.  Good, she said, and tied the laces off.  "There, once
again you have the proper figure for a woman".

Just about then Aunt Sinthia and Kay returned and they had several bags with
them.  Amanda showed them in to the dressing room and they were overwhelmed.
"My my Amanda, you have done wonders with my sissy boy.  He looks very real
and quite attractive just as he is".  Turning to me Aunt Sinthia said, "We
just came from coffee with the girl from the shoe store.  She has made
arrangement for her friend John to join us tonite for a drink and she has
told him all about this fabulous new girl she met at the store.  I'm sorry
to say he's quite sexually active and very much into she males".

"Amanda", she said, "How are we doing on panties, nighties and other
goodies?  Oh and by the way, with that waistline, she can't wear her jeans
out, do you have some really skin tight jeans that would fit her new shape.
And while you are at it, I think she needs some bustline but not too much.
I still like the hint of maleness in her so people are suspicious.  The
blush of embarrassment and shame are so attractive on Francie don't you
think?  Amanda agreed and sent Jani scurrying off for bast forms and some
"sexy tight jeans or slacks".  Jani returned with several pairs of jeans and
one pair of stretch slacks with stirrups.  Aunt Sinthia chose one pair of
jeans and handed them to me saying, "squeeze into these dear girl".

I noticed that the jeans had very narrow legs and little pink stitching on
the seams.  I recoiled in horror as I noticed that the ankles had zippers.
After taking off the half slip, I started to pull the jeans on but they were
so skin tight they almost stopped my breathing.  As it was the corset had me
gasping for breath.  The special cutout panty girdle had my cheeks
completely defined but the jeans actually had fanny pockets in them.  I had
an ass to rival any girl's..  The jeans were short enough that the end of
the leg left lots of room to see my stocking.  Then they had me put the
socks back on that had the ruffled cuffs.  They zipped the zippers closed
and had me walk over to the mirror.

Kay said, "now all she needs is a new top and some white flats.  But first
Amanda, do you have one of those little collars with the rhinestones on them
like the rich people put on their dogs?  Why don't we go back next door to
the shoe shop and see what Gina can fit her with.  In the meantime Francie,
put the T shirt back on.  Your bra side will show through the arm hole and
that will excite some people".  Aunt Sinthia said "ok" and that she would be
there as soon as she took care of the bill here.  As I left I heard Aunt
Sinthia saying to Ms Amanda, I want full sets of all the items in each
color-black, red, pink, white and a dozen pair of hose in each color.  We'll
take that nightie set and the peignoir.  Let me have the fluffy mules in
black and red.  We'll be back tomorrow for a French Maid's costume as well".
Amanda said "No we don't have collars but their is a pet shop here in the
mall and I know they will have them in various colors".  Aunt Sinthia said,
"thanks we'll try that soon.  I think we need to be sending that message to
the right type of person who might recognize her value"

We went back to the shoe shop and found Gina.  "Well hello and wow, what
have they done to your figure?" she exclaimed.  Kay said, "well we have
finally gotten this sissy boy into shape for the rest of our shopping this
week!" Gina responded, I should say so but you'll need some different shoes
for that outfit.  I think you should start her off in white kid pumps with
the little sissy two inch heel for sure".  Kay agreed and Gina went to get a
pair.  When she came back she had four boxes with her.

First she pulled out a pair of white kid pumps, with a little gold filigree
at the toe and a two inch heel.  I slipped them on and stood up.  Oh they
were so much easier than the four inch heels I had earlier been forced to
wear.  Gina brought out a gold ankle chain and fastened it around my left
ankle.  It glittered brightly in the lights.

"See there is just a hint of naughtiness in the chain.  That will attract
the male attention you need to train this sissy into a true submissive toy",
she said to Kay.  Then she took out a pair of pristine white and gold spike
heels that were so high they scared me.  They had to be five inches high but
the worst part was the very tiny base.  I mean how could any girl stand
still in them.  Her walk would end up so provocative and sexy, she would
look just like a real tramp.

I was made to try them on but I could barely stand in them.  Lastly, Gina
mad me try on a pair of white bare strap sandals equally high and offering
even less support.  Then, she brought out a black pair with an even higher
and thinner heel.  I tried those on but was almost crippled.  "Too bad, they
are going to be yours for tonite", said Kay.  Kay said we would take all
three pairs.  Gina said, "the white sandals are catch me come fuck me heels
and even worn in bed by the hookers.  It really excites their customers if a
woman digs them into their legs while being screwed!".  I had no idea what
was coming next!  Just then Aunt Sinthia came in and saw the sandals.  "Oh
yes they are hot and they say sex!", she exclaimed.  We'll take all four
pairs".  I could see Kay smiling when she said that.

Our next stop was a shop that had really hot clothes, but Aunt Sinthia and
Kay were worried that I still had not gotten the large collection of panties
they felt I would need for "school".  I could have cared less.  The corset
and panty girdle were killing me and the jeans were so tight I could barely
move in them.  Thank god the heels were only two inches.  In reality they
were a blessing.  A sales girl came up to me and said what can we show you
ma'am.  Aunt Sinthia said, "tell her that you need some short denim skirts,
some blouses and a white dress suit.  Don't forget I want all your skirts to
be at least six inches above the knee".

I turned to the girl and said "I was looking for some denim skirts-short and
snug for summer wear and some bare tops as well as some blouses.  My aunt
says I should wear my skirts shorter than I like so that why we are here".
The sales girl asked my size and I said, "you better measure me as I have
lost some weight".  She measured and said "I have just the things for you"
and went to get them.  When she returned she had half a dozen skirts, tops
and blouses.  Aunt Sinthia said, "go try each one on and model it for me
Francie dear".  Once again, I was starting to blush.  I did what I was told
and came out with the first skirt and top.  It was really short and my
stocking tops showed.  "Well you won't be in garters and stockings all the
time dear so those will do, especially for school.  My your ass looks really
great doesn't it Kay", she said.

The sales girl gave me more outfits and I modeled each one.  The blouses
were really silky and we took three of them.  We ended up with three skirts
and three blouses along with two tank tops all in very feminine colors.
Then we went next door to Marianne's .  They hadn't the right white suit at
the other store but here they had a doozer.  Tight, short straight skirt and
wide lapel jacket.  I was given a silk teddy to wear underneath and it was a
perfect combination.  "I think you'll wear that to cocktails one of these
nights on our trip", said Aunt Sinthia, "We'll take it".  The sales girl
said, as she was wrapping everything up, "I don't know how you can be so
tightly corsetted ma'am.  I thought girls our age never wore such things".
Aunt Sinthia said, "well I argue with her also, but she insists that she
must have a perfect figure and that she will do anything for that...  isn't
that true Francine?" I had no choice but to agree.

Kay said, "I think its time for lunch and I need a stop at the ladies room.
How about you Francie?" I knew what she was up to.  "I'm ok right now I said
in my best firm feminine voice.  "Ok but don't say we didn't warn you or
give you the opportunity", she said with a wicked grin.  She went off to the
ladies room and I cornered Aunt Sinthia.  "How much longer is this going to
continue and how much more do we have to humiliate me." She said, without
batting an eyelash, "you've a long way to go Francine!"

"I told you that Ms.  Johnson was very firm in her feelings about your lack
of motivation and direction.  For the rest of the summer we are going to
work on your motivation and direction.  You are going to have several
alternatives to consider and when the summer is over you'll have to make a
choice.  If you haven't made a choice, then we will assume that you want me
to make that choice.  It is my intention to show you what my possibilities
may be.  What happens to you is really up to you, every day in fact, so pay
attention to my words."

I tried to respond to what she said.  "But do I have to continue like we
have so far today?  I am miserable in this corset and my fanny feels so odd.
I am so humiliated by the way people are talking about me and the way they
look at me.  I'm not sure who thinks I am what?  I mean, my face is
obviously a man's face especially without makeup and those women in the
stores made me feel like a total sissy after you told them".  Aunt Sinthia
replied, "well you are a sissy boy right now and will be till I let you be
otherwise, but you'll have to beg and plead for more than this".

Kay returned saying, "oh there's nothing like a good pee when you really
have to".  Aunt Sinthia said, "I'm sure Francie will learn that in time.
Let's have lunch why don't we.  We went into a restaurant and were seated in
a booth.  When the menus came, Kay said, "I'll order for Francie".  The
waitress said fine and took out her pad.  "Kay said, "She'll have half a
grapefruit, some grapefruit juice and some salad with vinegar and oil
dressing-light on the oil.  Oh an water all around as well as coffee".  She
ordered a nice juicy hamburger for herself and so did Aunt Sinthia.  I
questioned her saying, "Why so little for me and isn't that much grapefruit
a diuretic?".  She answered that it was necessary to make sure my complexion
stayed clear.  The meal came and I ate what little there was for me.  Aunt
Sinthia said, "I want you to drink all that water and juice dear girl, its
important for your body and especially your skin".  I did as I was told and
could feel myself filling up!

We paid for our meal and left headed for the next shop.  It turned out to be
Clothes Time and once again I was blushing.  They picked out half a dozen
party dresses and some every day "work clothes" as they called them.  I was
forced to try each dress on and to model it for them.  Aunt Sinthia selected
three dresses and then came the "work clothes".  "I am arranging a summer
job for you", said Aunt Sinthia, "so you'll need some clothes for that.
We'll start off today with some skirts and tops and tomorrow and the next
day we'll round out everything.  I am sure glad your trust account is so
fat!", she concluded.

We went over to the skirt rack and she selected half a dozen styles, all
short and bare, for me to "try on".  I went back into the dressing room and
slipped out of my jeans.  Aunt Sinthia handed me the spike heeled white
pumps we had bought from Gina and said, "wear these with the skirt so I can
see the leg and fanny line in proper proportion".  I slipped into the skirt
realizing it was a stretch skirt which clung to my body following every
curve.  It tucked way under hugging the bottom of my ass!  I slipped on the
heels and almost fell over trying to walk.

When I stepped out of the dressing room, I realized how poor the T shirt top
looked.  Aunt Sinthia commanded, "stand up straight and push your hips
forward when you walk!  That's better...Look Kay", she said, "it really
shows her sexy ass and that bare fanny panty really gives her a lot of
'rumble seat'.  The boys will love it...  she'll always have a full dance
card".  I was blushing so badly from all this.  The sales girls said, "I
don't know how you can wear heels like that, I couldn't.  What kind of work
do you do that calls for that look?" Aunt Sinthia responded, "she's going to
be a cocktail waitress at the bowling alley in Santa Cruz.

"Won't she be on her feet for most of her shifts?, asked the sales girl.
"Yes, but she so much wants to attract men, as clients, and for that matter
other women, that she'll do anything to attract attention.  that's why we
are after the really body hugging skirts and sexy tops", answered Kay.  Aunt
Sinthia added, "honey we're professional girls and she does tricks for me at
$200 an hour.  She gives the best head in the business..  .don't you
Francie", she said as she turned to me.  I was mortified, but because of the
whipping I had received earlier, I replied, "yes".

The girl knew exactly what we needed and she proceeded to bring me hotter
and hotter items to try on.  It never seemed to end and the pile of clothes
we were taking didn't end either.  Kay said, "you know, we need some heels
in other colors and some more casual clothes.  I am also worried about body
hair and the other things on your list.  There's also the problem of tonite
and our cocktail dates.  We really ought to get on with things".  We finally
finished up at Clothes Time and headed for the car to store our purchases in
the trunk.

Then it was back to the mall.  My feet hurt from the way those low white
pumps squeezed my foot.  I dare not complain I realized, as who knows what
they would do next.  "I have to go to the bathroom Aunt Sinthia", I said.
"Sorry dear girl, you had your chance.  We can't spare the time".  Our next
stop was an earring place.  I was told to look at different styles while Kay
and Aunt Sinthia talked to the proprietor.  Kay took my hand and led me to
the back room of the shop sitting me down in a chair that looked like a
barber chair.  All of a sudden, my wrists were strapped to the chair by Aunt
Sinthia and Kay.  The girl who came in fastened a large belt around my waist
holding me tightly in the chair.

She said to Aunt Sinthia, "you're sure you want triples?".  Aunt Sinthia
told her, "positive, but I want the bottom ones to be set up so different
sets of actual earrings can be added to them and I want a loop firm enough
that would take several pairs of much longer heavy ones!" The girl said ok
and took out a bunch of instruments.  She cleansed my ears and proceed to
punch holes through each lobe.  I squealed at the sharp pain and a kind of
euphoria swept over me as she inserted the special studs.

"Ma'am, this first stud has a special loop on it that will allow you to hook
as many as four pairs of heavy drop earrings on each side to create whatever
effect you wish.  This will give you the ability to send any message to
someone you might wish to.  The pain from the insertion was intense and then
subsided.  "You won't be able to remove these 14 karat studs, but the rings
will be removable.  I am afraid these studs will be with you for life, but
that's what your guardian said you wished", she continued.  "These next
piercings are 1 carat CZ studs and they are removable.  The last set of
piercings are black and they depict two rings with crosses on them , the
feminine sex symbols, intertwined to show the pairing of two female
personalities.  They are very popular with our lesbian customers, if fact
they use them as recognition signs.  I am sure you will be hit on by many a
pretty lesbian and as well some really masculine women".  She next pierced
me for the CZ studs and then the sex symbol studs.

"You guardian has requested that these also be non removable so I have made
them permanent", she said.  I didn't know what to say.  I was in shock.
This had all transpired in a matter of 15 minutes.  I was marked for life as
a result.  "These must be cleansed with alcohol three times daily for the
next few weeks until the holes are healed and of course that will sting.
Your guardian has selected this pair of drop earrings for today.  They were
metal, of course, with little wind chime like parts and I suspected that
they made noise when a person moved.  She has also chosen several other
pairs.  She showed them to me.  They all looked so large and heavy.

She hooked the pair Aunt Sinthia had chosen onto the loops and released
them.  Their weight was a surprise.  She held a mirror for me to look at
myself.  I had to turn my head to see the earrings and the movement made
them tug heavily at my ear lobes.  True to my expectation, they tinkled like
wind chimes.  Wonderful, I thought, more torture to endure and of course I
new I would be getting lots of attention due to the tinkling every time I
moved my head the slightest bit.

I was released from the chair and told to "Stand up straight and push your
hips forward like I've been telling you!", yelled Aunt Sinthia.  She reached
in her purse and took out a leather hand whip.  Savagely, she slashed me
across the bottom.  I yelped in pain as she did it.  She turned to the girl
and said, "you know with these sissy 'boys' , you have to keep them in line.
They think being a woman is so easy...  they have no idea what we go
through!

The girl said, "I thought his face looked awfully masculine, but how did you
achieve the figure?".  Aunt Sinthia said, "he'll be happy to show you, won't
you Francie.  Take off your T shirt and your jeans and show this young lady
how you are figure trained." I whined, "please don't make me humiliate
myself any more, please!".  The whip slashed again and I jumped in pain.

I lifted up the T shirt top exposing my bra and falsies.  She began to
snicker and giggle.  I started to get a tear in my eye.  "Now the jeans, you
little slutty sissy", said Aunt Sinthia.  I unzipped the jeans and let them
slide to my ankles.  Aunt Sinthia said, "don't you just love the way she
drops her pants on command?".  The sales girl said, "oh I love the corset,
but isn't it too loose on him.  I mean it seems to have at least an inch
here in back that you take up".  Aunt Sinthia said, "now unzip your ankles
and take off the jeans and your socks.  I want her to see your lovely
pedicure through the white hose".

Turning back to the sales girl, who was exploring the garters and saying,
"these garters get me all hot.  Do you mind if I examine how well he is
'tucked'?".  "Be my guest", said Aunt Sinthia at which point the girls hand
explored my crotch.  Her fingers probed, intentionally trying to excite me.
She found the head of my sex and then to my great shock pinched it
violently!  I almost bent over double in pain.  She said, "I hate men and I
just love to inflict as much embarrassment and pain on them as it is
possible to do".  With that she pinched me again even more viciously.  Tears
gushed.

Then she reached up under my bra and started on one nipple.  She pinched,
squeezed and then her nail dug in painfully.  "You know, we can arrange
nipple piercing if you wish", said the girl.  My poor member began to weep
and a moist spot appeared on the panty girdle crotch between my legs.  She
switched to the other nipple and was even more aggressive in her treatment
of it.  Then she began to explore my tuck once more.  "She's wet down here.
Did you give her permission to enjoy herself", she said to Aunt Sinthia.

Aunt Sinthia handed her the crop and said, "those fluffy bare cheeks are
yours to abuse and punish.  Show Kay and I how good a job you can do and
maybe we'll have you participate in our parties this week".  Kay smiled as
the girl started on my bottom.  I couldn't move away as I still had the
jeans around my ankles.  I was trapped and got the whipping of my life.  My
fanny got so hot that I almost fainted.  After more than twenty strokes to
both cheeks, she stopped.  There was gleam in her eye that I had never seen
except when Aunt Sinthia and Kay played sexually.  She actually had a line
of small sweat beads on her upper lip and her nostrils were slightly flared.
I would hate to belong to her I thought to myself.  I was told to get
dressed, which I did.  The girl and Aunt Sinthia exchanged phone numbers and
I overhead something about "night after next we'll play".

When I had myself all together, but still not composed, we left for the next
shop.  My fanny hurt so bad that I tried rubbing it to ease the pain and
burning.  That only attracted more attention from the men in the mall.  Our
next stop was the Hanes hosiery shop.  There I was told, "you are to pick
out a a dozen and a half styles and colors of panty hose, the same for
stockings and a dozen or two pairs of their sexiest panties.  We will
observe from outside.  If we don't like how you behave, we will intervene.
When you are ready to pay for them, I will come in an pay", said Aunt
Sinthia.

I went in and started going through styles and colors.  I knew Aunt Sinthia
like patterned hose but I new she also like sheer dark hose.  The sales girl
asked, are these for you ma'am.  I mumbled "yes, for me".  By the time I was
through I had more than 18 different styles and colors picked out.  "How
much", I asked.  Just then Aunt Sinthia came in and said, "Frank, do you
have mesh and fishnet ones?" The sales girl said "Frank, are you a man?" I
turned beet red as Aunt Sinthia responded.  "Yes this male sissy is just
that-a man, but in name only.  He's a sissy boy who loves to parade around
in women's clothing...  aren't you", she said turning to me.  Once again
they had humiliated me beyond belief.

The girl brought out three pairs of fishnet tights and several pairs of
fishnet stockings as well.  Aunt Sinthia paid for everything and said as she
left, "I don't know what we are to do with him, he such a slutty example",
smiling mischievously to herself and Kay.  Our next stop was a high class
shop that featured Gianni Versace clothes.  I begged Aunt Sinthia "please
please don't be so cruel and humiliate me that way.  I beg you", with more
tears coming to my eyes.  "Well if you really would try to act more feminine
and would ask for some makeup or other help, perhaps I might not be so
cruel.  Again Francie, there is no initiative on your part!".

As we entered the shop a well dressed young sale girl approached.  "May I
help you ladies", she asked.  Aunt Sinthia said, "we were interested in the
outfit shown in the November Vanity Fair.  You know, the "ultra short suit
dress in pin stripes".  The girl said she had that in and wanted to know if
we were interested in the entire outfit or just the dress.  "My nephew, oops
I mean 'niece' here is interested in the entire look.  'She' is getting a
complete makeover even to the point of that hair style and thinks the outfit
is just what she wants for her better class johns".  The girl smiled
knowingly.

"Here it is, along with the fishnet white sockettes and the black patent
spike heels".  The outfit had a jacket that was double breasted in black
with white pin stripes.  "It comes with a very very mini skirt and shorts
which are equally brief", she said.  Aunt Sinthia said, "Go try it on with
the skirt and jacket.  Slip the heels on and we'll save the sockettes for
later".  I did as I was told and came back out.  The skirt was so short that
it fully exposed my stocking tops and showed all of my garters.  She held up
the sockettes for me to see.  "See dear Francie, these are really little
anklets that are fishnet.  However, for every day wear you won't have the
stockings and garters.  Instead, you'll go bare legged and wear these little
anklets.  The skirt and shorts are so very short that almost everything will
show except what t is covered by your panties.  Since those will be a very
high french cut or thong style, they won't show, but, the boys will love
those thigh tops and cheek bottoms.  They will flash as you walk or dance
and I know you'll be dancing!", said Aunt Sinthia.

"She could actually wear it that way, with the stockings and garters, if she
was 'trolling' or 'playing for pay'", said the girl.  "All the undies should
however be in black.  Actually the really kinky set would love that look.
There are bars here in town where she could really connect dressed like
that".  Aunt Sinthia said, "we have the full set of undies and corset in
black and also a set in red and a set in pink." The girl came back with a
similar outfit in pink and I was forced to try it on.  The result was the
same but then the girl told us she had the same styles in red and winter
white.  Each was brought out and I was made to model them.  While this was
going on I told Aunt Sinthia that I had to go to the bathroom.  She told me
I had to wait and by the way "say you have to go potty".

The girl said as she was ringing up the $ 2000 sale, "for a sissy boy, he's
not bad, but he really needs makeup".  Oh god I realized, she also knew.
Once again I blushed a deep beet red color because of the humiliation and
embarrassment.  "With her figure and the clothes you are getting for her, I
know just the man to eat her alive and she could probably make a $1000 in
one night with him", she said.  Once again, Kay and the girl exchanged
addresses, numbers and the name of the man.  Kay said to her, with a
terrible grin on her face, "we just love to embarrass and humiliate our
little sissy.  He never has any ambition and motivation, so we'll just keep
on doing things that amuse us, no matter how they humiliate and embarrass
'her' and no matter what 'she' thinks about it".

The girl also told Aunt Sinthia, "there is a special shop in San Francisco
you ought to visit with your sissy boy.  It's called Foxy Lady Boutique.
Its in the Mission District and I know they cater to sissies and TVs.  The
owner really does provide a lot of service and they have all the sizes and
paraphernalia to make him over completely".  Aunt Sinthia took time to write
that down and ask directions.  "Perhaps we'll go up there later this week.
I want to take her dancing at some of the gay clubs and of course I want to
take to some of the Leather bars".  The girl said, "a great idea but be sure
and get her a submissive collar before you go".  I could tell from the
expression on Aunt Sinthia's face when the girl said that, I was in for more
humiliation and embarrassment .

So far, we had been at this trip for only five hours but I was a wreck.
Aunt Sinthia and her wicked friend Kay, had exposed me, embarrassed me,
humiliated me and generally destroyed my self esteem in a dozen stores in
this mall.  I knew it had literally hundreds of stores for them to "play
in".  I was corsetted, stockinged (which were not generally visible), in
little two inch heels, skin tight girls jeans, with my ears pierced three
times on each side.  I was wearing a pair of tinkly earrings which made
noise when my head moved, a barely there T shirt that had no sleeves and a
padded bra.  They had purposely avoided any makeup for me so my masculine
features showed through quite clearly.

That's how they were parading me through the mall from store to store.  It
was almost 5 p.m.  and I knew they had night time plans to further humiliate
me.  However, we next stopped at an all girls store which featured all kinds
of new wave clothes.  "I want some Daisy Dukes for my sissy nephew", said
Aunt Sinthia to the sales girl who approached us.  She replied, "you mean
this is a boy?", she said to Aunt Sinthia.  "Oh yes, he's a real sissy too
and I want only the most feminine things for him".  I intervened, "Aunt
Sinthia, I really have to go potty very bad!" "Too bad, you had your choice
earlier", she responded.  The pressure of the corset and the tight panty
girdle were making me very uncomfortable but she would allow me no relief.
I even felt like the Tampon might not be holding in the melted ice cubes
from the morning.  I felt so bloated and uncomfortable.

"Well you certainly have picked the hottest sexiest of items", the sales
girl said.  "You know, don't you, they show half the full fanny cheek and
are a real invitation to play?" Aunt Sinthia responded, "of course I do.  I
want them in every color and style you have especially the most exaggerated
cuts that tease the most.  However, I also want 'her' to have some of those
really skinny leg tight denim shorts the girls wear.  you know the ones they
call 'crotch cutters'".  The girl took out a tape measure and checked my
hips and waist, nodding approvingly as she made mental note of my size.  She
then picked out half a dozen pairs of the Daisy Dukes in different colors.

Aunt Sinthia approved of all of them and picked out two style that she told
the girl she wanted in her size also.  Now why, I wondered, would she want
something like that for herself?  I mean if she wore them it would really
attract attention!  She paid the bill and we headed for what she called 'one
more shop for today".  We ended up at a high class Pet Store and went in.
She asked the owner, "do you have any large size rhinestone collars, "say in
14 or 15 inch length, but just covered in rhinestones".  He said he did and
directed us to the area they were displayed in.

He showed several colors to Aunt Sinthia and asked what type of dog it was
for.  Aunt Sinthia, in her most demeaning manner, said, "its for my sissy
here.  I want him always to wear a collar, even when he is in his most "she
she" dress or...when she has nothing else on".  He looked at me with total
disgust and I was mortified.  She tried on in red on me for size and when
she found the right size, she ordered one in every color he had.  I ended up
leaving the store wearing one in red.  I was beet red with embarrassment
because she also bought several leashes in different colors to match or mix
with the various colored collars.

With those little wind chime earrings and now the collar, I attracted so
much attention it was humiliating.  I was sure everyone could tell I was a
real perverted sissy.  We headed for the car and what turned out to be a big
airport hotel-The San Jose Hyatt.  They checked in with me waiting in the
lobby in a chair.  The bellman took our luggage up to our two room suite.
Aunt Sinthia said, "we have this for a week and during that time you are
going to learn what motivation is all about.  We are going to change your so
much that you will beg for one of two things, but in either case, you will
be self driven to want more than you have now!

I was told to remove all my clothes and draw bath.  I did what I was told
and proceeded to strip, dropping my clothes in a pile.  That's all it took
for Aunt Sinthia to get furious.  "You will have to learn to take better
care of your new clothes as these are all you'll have.  Yes, 'all you have'.
While we were leaving today, I had the Goodwill people come and take
everything you owned in the way of clothes.  What you are buying is what you
will own.  If you ruin things, you'll pay the price of my anger".  I still
had the bare fanny panty girdle on when she grabbed my wrist and spun me
over her lap.

I don't know where she got the ping pong paddle, but she proceeded to give
me the whipping of my life.  I mean I kicked my feet up and down and cried
till I ran tears.  My bottom got so red hot and was stinging so badly, I
thought it would never stop.  I actually found myself getting excited from
it all and I started to get an erection.  She felt it and rolled me on the
floor.  She reached down and pinched me so hard that I thought she broke the
skin.  I had an ejaculation in the panty girdle.

Aunt Sinthia saw the wet spot growing and said, "I never gave you permission
to do that.  Take them off and clean that spot with your mouth -
completely!" I pulled off the panty girdle and began licking my cum from the
inside.  It tasted so strange and made my head spin at the thought of it.
was this what a woman experienced when she gave head to a man I wondered?
Just then Aunt Sinthia took a picture of me with her Polaroid camera.  I
turned beet red all over and she shot another photo.  The prints showed an
obvious sissy, earring, a flaming red bottom, limp penis and eating the
crotch of a panty girdle.  "I'm sure your fellow classmates, would love to
see this and the ones Kay took secretly at the mall today", she said
wickedly.

I was told to go take a soaking tub bath and that "Kay would be in to guide
me in about 20 minutes.  Oh wonderful, I thought to myself - Ms bitch
herself.  That woman had no humanity in her.  Well she came in after about
half an hour and said.  "Stand up you big sissy".  I wanted to hide my limp
penis but she said, Arms out at your side and palms up".  She took a can of
foaming solution and said, "cover your body in this from you neck down".  I
realized it was hair removal product I had seen at home in Aunt Sinthia's
bathroom.

While I stood there I felt a stinging on my skin and then Kay told me to
shower off completely using a brisk scrubbing motion with a face cloth.  I
normally have very little hair on my body anyhow and after this I was satin
smooth.  Next I was mad to cover my body with a Lancome sun tan potion.  I
was told to not cover my genitals but everywhere else.  As it turned out I
left a triangle shaped patch uncovered by the tanning cream.  As I sat there
starkers, Aunt Sinthia said.  While that sets up for the next hour, I am
going to style your hair and do your makeup.  You have a date tonite!

I sat on a white towel, with nothing on and I could feel the tanning cream
beginning to dry.  My skin was becoming a soft but deep golden color as if I
was a nude sunbather.  First Aunt Sinthia put my hair up in hot rollers.
Then she started on my face.  She started to gently shape my eyebrows
saying, "I'll leave them full tonite so tomorrow, the technician will have
something to work with.  There was no doubt however, that they a decidedly
non masculine curve to them.  Then after going over my face with a
magnifying glass and a razor, I realized that my face was also satiny
smooth.

She started with a creme from Adrien Arpel, that filled in little lines and
made my skin look more smooth.  Then a moisturizer, followed by a glistener,
and then a cream base.  Then she began on my eyes before she did any more on
my face saying, "we do the eyes at this point to make sure we don't have
aced dropping onto perfect skin.  That way we are not having to cover up a
base with too thick a layer of powder.  When that had set a little, the
powdered my face carefully pressing the puff firmly into my skin.  My
complexion looked flawless when she said, "now we have a canvas to do some
real art work on".  My eyes were so smoky and sexy I was shocked.
I  asked her, "what kind of date have you planned for me?  Am I going to be
humiliated and embarrassed all night as you did today?  Is the person
gentle?  What am I expected to do?" She answered, "before I answer those
questions, go look in the bag on the bed".  In it I found a sexy black
garter belt and some seamed stockings in sheer black.  "I want you to put on
the garter belt and then we'll do your stockings.  It is necessary for your
feet to begin accustoming themselves to those killer black 'hooker' heels we
bought today as they are what you are wearing tonite".

I did as I was told and sat back down on the dressing table bench.  I pulled
the stockings on as Aunt Sinthia coached me and soon I was wrestling to get
the seams straight.  It was a terror but finally, I managed with her help to
get them ruler straight.  She warned me, "If I ever catch you with crooked
seams, you'll get a caning in public, if appropriate, till you can't sit
down.  A girl never...  never ...never ...  allows herself to be seen in
crooked seams.  It says all kinds of bad things about you and it totally
unacceptable to me or Kay!"

Aunt Sinthia found the box with the black stiletto pumps.  These also had a
cutout in the toe that showed a lot of nail color.  They had done my toes in
an iridescent red that showed unbelievably brightly through the black hose.
She forced each shoe on the respective foot.  "Now Francie dear, these will
warm and shape to your foot, somewhat, but they will force your whole torso
into an exaggerated hips forward posture.  It will take every bit of
personal concentration and self determination for you to keep from falling.
That is one of their purposes - you will have to concentrate on an
objective".

Once she had done that she started in working on and talking about my
makeup.  "Over the next week, you'll learn how to do this yourself and over
the summer you'll become an expert at it.  Then she sculpted my cheeks and
outlined my jaw in a way that hid its masculine lines.  She successfully
camouflaged what little Adam's Apple I had till nothing showed.  I found my
eyes looking down at my feet in those exotic skyscraper heels.  Even sitting
down, they forced a whole change in my calf muscles.  Thank god I wasn't
blocky in my muscle structure due to my swimming.  The shoes were squeezing
my feet terribly but the pretty toes peeking through the cutout were
actually exciting.  I found myself hoping that my 'date' didn't think they
were too provocative or that I was some kind of slut.

As the last step in the makeup, Aunt Sinthia outlined my lip line in a dark
red shade of lip liner pencil.  Then she put a lipstick base on my lips
designed to close up the cracks in my lips.  Then a color coat in a red
Revlon lipstick that matched my toes.  Next came a powder coat pressed into
my lips and then another color coat.  Finally she put a gloss coat on that
looked like I had wildly wet lips.

The gloss had a slight mother of pearl to it and she said, "I know you won't
like this, but the men say that this makes your lips look like they have a
trace of cum on them.  They are turned on wildly by it.  However, if your
date says something like that to you, be prepared as he will probably want
you to relieve him by sucking him off!  That is something you will not be
able to avoid.  If you are forced to relieve, you had better do a good job
or he may beat you up.  As for the others, you had better be prepared to
spend a lot of time fending off undesirable suitors as you are too hot
looking".

By this time my hair was ready, but Aunt Sinthia wanted to dress me before
she finished my hair.  Just then Kay came out of the shower and roared her
approval.  She is such a statuesque woman with a stupendous full bosom.
Aunt Sinthia said she was going to finish dressing me and then she would
shower and get ready for tonite.  She asked Kay if she would do my nails
when I was all ready and could sit still.  Kay agreed but said, I took a
little time today to have a special harness made for our girl so she won't
be embarrassed by an accident tonight".

She went back to the other bedroom and brought out a small leather strip
with a buckle and ring on it.  "come here sissy girl", she said to me.  I
did my best to walk as Aunt Sinthia had described and didn't do too bad.
"Now you stand there - absolutely still and don't you even move your hands",
she said firmly.  She took the small strap and fastened it around my penis,
just behind the glans.  She buckled it very tightly.

Then, she took a length of black nylon cord and divided it in half so there

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