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                       THE STORY OF PRISSY

                        BY Linda Lafrance

                         Copyright 1989

          Peter was feeling pretty good about himself as he
walked home from school.  That morning had been the big debate
between his Boys School and the nearby Girls School.  The topic
had been woman's liberation, and he had done a real job on his
opponent.  It wasn't a tough subject for Peter to debate--girls
should stay at home and do girl's stuff and that was all there
was to it.  For that matter, it wasn't hard to beat a girl in
anything anyway.

          He grinned as he thought about some of the lines he had
thrown out during the debate.  "Girls grow up playing sissy's
games with dolls and pretending to be mommies.....and that's all
they're good for!  They play dress up all day long, trying on
frilly clothes that are of no use except to make them look like
dolls themselves anyway!  And if they're not doing that they want
to shop for new clothes all day long!  Put a girl in a real job
and all they do is worry if their stockings have a run in them,
or if their makeup is on straight!  All they want to do is
practice how to look pretty so they can trap a man someday into
supporting them, and they can stay home and play dolls with real
kids!"  That last line really got to the girls in the audience. 
Boy did they boo and hiss!

          As he rounded the corner and started up his street he
suddenly came face to face with his adversary that day.  Jennifer
seemed to be upset and spoke first.  "Oh Peter, I'm so glad to
see you.  I've locked myself out of my house and can't get in,"
she whimpered girlishly.  "Do you think you can help me, please?" 
To Peter, this was just another example of how stupid girls were. 
Always getting into trouble and needing a guy to come to the
rescue.  He played his chivalrous role to the hilt.  "Sure, what
do you want me to do?"

           "There's a ladder in the garage--you can use it to get
into my bedroom window.  It's too heavy for me to lift."  Peter
could not help rubbing it in as he hefted the ladder up to her
window.  "What happened to your woman's lib, huh?  I thought
girls could do anything guys could?  It's just like I said this
afternoon:  `A girl is no match for a guy.'"  As he climbed the
ladder and reached the slightly opened window Jennifer smiled
wickedly behind his back and replied, "Oh I don't know about
that."  Peter swung his leg through the window and disappeared
from view. 

          Two hours later Peter was standing before a mirror,
tears forming in the corners of his fifteen year old eyes.  He
was dressed like a six year old girl and was surrounded by a
giggling Jennifer and three of her classmates.  It had all
happened like this:  Once in her room he was immediately jumped
by Jennifer's friends who had been waiting for him.  Despite his
best efforts he was instantly overcome.  As the girls finished
tying his arms and legs Jennifer appeared at the door with a big
pair of scissors.  "Well, Peter dear, it seems that girls can be
a match for boys, don't you think?" she sneered.  "What's going
on here," Peter shouted.  "Let me up now or I'll . . ."  "You'll
what, sweetie?"  Chrissy laughed.  "You think you're so smart,
and boys are so much better than girls.  Well we think you're
wrong, and you're about to find out just how wrong you are.  You
think you know so much about what it's like to be a girl?  Well,
you're going to find out just what its like to be a little girlie
sissy, and there's nothing your big macho ego can do to stop us!"

          Peter started to scream and shout, but his rantings
only resulted in a gagging.  Jennifer took off her black lace
panties and ceremoniously stuffed them in his mouth, tying them
securely in place with a scarf.  He was lifted to his feet, his
clothing swiftly cut off his body, and he stood there naked and
bound while the girls teasingly covered him body with Nair. 
"We're going to get rid of all that nasty hair Peter so that
you'll be smooth all over, just like a girl," Karen giggled.  The
girls untied his bonds and pushed him into the shower.  When he
was finished his body was indeed rid of hair, including his
crotch.  The girls dried him off and liberally dusted his now
hairless form with sweet smelling powder.  His bonds and gag were
now unnecessary.  The girls knew they had him, that there was
nowhere he could go in his naked condition and without any male
clothes.  He knew it too.  

          Peter allowed the girls to lead him back to Jennifer's
room.  His mind frantically searched for a way out of this
embarrassment but he drew a blank.  He froze in his tracks when
he saw the clothes laid out for him on the bed.  Sally picked up
a pair of pink rhumba panties, dripping with row upon row of lace
ruffles and bows.  "Would you like to put on your little panties
now sweetheart?" she inquired, her voice tinged with sarcasm. 
"No, please no, don't make me wear them, don't . . ." he whined. 
"Oh yes you will wear them," Jennifer added with a wide smile,
"Unless you want us to make you walk out through the front door
like that," she threatened.  "You think girls are second class
citizens.  Well its about time you found out what its like to be
one.  And by the time we're through with you, you will be one,"
she lectured.

          The panties were slowly pulled up his legs, and to
Peter's horror, as the soft material glided against his smooth
skin he felt his penis harden.  "Oh look girls," Chrissy cried. 
"Peter likes his sissy little panties!"  Peter was shamed beyond
belief as he stood there before the four laughing girls, his
hardon bulging against the front of his pink lacy panties.  A
pink vest, matching his panties, was pulled over his head, and as
he lowered his arms a bright flash blinded his eyes.  Karen
smiled broadly from behind her Polaroid camera.  She waved the
slowly developing print before his face and teased, "Now if you
don't behave like a proper young lady we just may have to show
this at school little Petie."  The girls crowded around as the
print developed and laughed uproariously at the incriminating
photo, with the clearly evident bulge at the front of Peter's
panties.  "She looks too cute to be a boy anymore," said
Jennifer.  "Let's call her something really sweet and femmy.  How
about Prissy?"  Another round of laughter and giggles filled the
room as they unanimously agreed that Prissy was a highly
appropriate name. 

          The girls proceeded to dress the trapped boy, giggling
and teasing him further with each article of girlish clothing,
and taking more pictures along the way.  "This is your pretty
petticoat Prissy darling.  See how stiff the taffeta layers are? 
They'll make your darling dress stand up beautifully.  And isn't
the lace trim just the sweetest?", they mocked. 

          Pink anklets and black Mary Janes were placed upon his
feet and then the girls readied the dress.  "Now Prissy darling,
I know you must be very excited about wearing such a lovely
little sissy dress as this one.  I want you to tell us how much
you want to wear it and thank all of us for helping you be such a
pretty little girl", Jennifer teased.

          Peter balked.  He hadn't said a word during the entire
ordeal, and couldn't find it in himself to betray his
masculinity.  "Alright then, I guess you need a further lesson in
being a good girl," Jennifer responded.  The girls marched the
sissified boy over to the vanity bench and sat him down.  Chrissy
and Sally each took one of his hands and began filing his nails,
and then coated them with bright pink polish.  "You see Prissy
dear, I wasn't going to paint your nails, but since you still
don't feel girlish enough you left me no choice," Jennifer
tittered as the polish dried.  "I don't plan to pierce your ears
or give you a perm either, but if you don't learn your lessons
soon I may just have to do that too," she threatened.   

          Prissy was led back to the bed where the dress lay and
was again given the opportunity to humiliate himself.  He took
it, stumbling over the words.  "Oh Jennifer, its such a pretty
little dress.  Can I please put it on and show you what a good
little girl I can be?"  The girls made him repeat this several
times, first in a feminine lisping voice, and then followed by a
curtsey to each of his tormentors.  Finally satisfied, the girls
drew the short, pink, little girl's party dress down over his
head and buttoned it up the back, its short skirt billowing out
over the stiff, rustling petticoat.  A wide pink sash was added. 
Prissy was required to pirouette for the girls, and another fit
of giggles ensued when they spied his hard penis underneath the
frilly panties.  Prissy was then led back over to the vanity for
her makeup.   
          "Little girls like you don't usually wear much makeup
Prissy, but since you seem to have some trouble adjusting to
being a sissy, we think it's appropriate," laughed Karen.  In
short order the girls applied makeup, mascara, blusher, eye
shadow, and bright, glossy pink lipstick to his features. 
Jennifer triumphantly pinned a blonde wig covered with sausage
curls to his head, and placed a large pink bow at the rear.  As
the final touch he was given a tiny white patent leather purse to
slip neatly over his wrist.  With that, Peter, now Prissy, was
placed in front of the mirror to view his new image.  If the
clothes and laughing girls were not enough, his humiliation was
complete as tears began to form, and drop down his cheeks.  He
was the perfect image of a little sissy girlie. 

          "Look girls", Chrissy cried out, "Prissy even cries
like a little sissy!"  Peter tried to turn away from the
extraordinarily effeminate image in the mirror but was grabbed by
the girls and forced to stand before his embarrassing reflection. 
He finally gave up his struggle and stood there passively.  As he
stared at the mirror he could not ignore the hardness between his
legs.  Combined with the humiliation heaped upon him by his
tormentors, he was utterly confused by his arousal and unable to
defend his masculinity. 

          After several minutes, during which the girls crowded
around him, primping his hair and fluffing out the lacy ruffles
on his dress, Jennifer and the girls stepped back, leaving Prissy
alone to view himself in the mirror.  Jennifer instructed Prissy
to open his purse and take out the paper inside.

          "I want you to read what's on the paper, Prissy, and
look up in the mirror while you do so....as if you had a big
audience out there" Jennifer giggled.  Prissy unfolded the paper
and glanced down at the prepared speech.

          "Oh com'on Jennifer!  Haven't you had enough of your
fun?" he wailed after reading several of the lines.  

          "Not in the least....but I'll tell you what.  You read
your lines, and do your best to sound like a pretty little sissy
girl such as you look right now, and you'll only have to wear
that dress for a few more hours today", Jennifer replied.  "But
if you don't, things will only get worse!" she threatened.

          Prissy composed himself, and read through the short
speech to familiarize himself with it.  Ugh!  How was he going to
say all of this stuff?  Finally, with further prompting from the
girls, he readied himself before the mirror, performed a curtesy
as instructed at the top of the page, and began.

          "Hello.  My name if Prissy, but you may have
          remembered me from earlier today when I
          pretended to be a boy named Peter, and
          debated about woman's rights at school.  A
          lot of girls were mad about the things I
          said, but I'm not here to apologize for it. 
          I think everything I said was true, and I
          know, because I just love to dress up and be
          a pretty little sissy named Prissy!  I hate
          wearing ugly boys clothes, and can't wait for
          every chance to wear darling clothes, like
          this adorable dress, and do all of the things
          I talked about today at school, like play
          dress up, and house with my dollies, go
          shopping, and try to look my prettiest for
          the boys.  But wearing pretty dresses isn't
          enough for me.  I love to wear all of the
          frilly little undies too, like my ruffled
          panties (Prissy turned his back to the mirror
          and flipped up his skirts to reveal the many
          layers of white lace on his pantied bottom),
          my sweet lace frilled petticoats (Prissy
          lifted his skirt in front to reveal the
          layers of lacy taffeta), and special touches
          like my makeup, nail polish, and this cute
          little ribbon bow in my hair.  I don't know
          why the girls got so upset.  I'd much rather
          be a little sissy girl than a boy!"  Prissy
          concluded by blowing a kiss to the mirror,
          and dropping another deep curtsey to himself.

          The girls had a hard time keeping quiet during Prissy's
speech, but convulsed with laughter when he finished. 
Unfortunately for Prissy his performance lacked polish, and he
was required to repeat it several more times, until he finally
concluded it without the written draft for assistance.

          Jennifer then led Prissy and the others down to the
living room.  The girls enjoyed themselves immensely, instructing
the submissive little girl/boy in proper feminine mannerisms--how
to walk with a swish, how to sit gracefully, fluffing out her
petticoats, and especially, how to curtsey demurely.  The girls
even ordered him to lift his skirt and petticoats and place his
panties on display before them, revealing for the camera the
swelling at the front of his panties, and the dark spot forming
near the waistline.  Peter did not resist this continuing
humiliation, even though more pictures were taken and the girls
were nearly dying of laughter--if only in the hope the girls
would tire of the game and let him go.  Jennifer had promised
he'd be out of the dress in a couple of hours, but time seemed to
crawl for him.  He was finally ordered to stand before them with
his hands clasped demurely in front of his waist.  Jennifer spoke
next. 

          "Prissy darling, it's now time for you to repent for
your inexcusable behavior today at school.  A very nasty boy
named Peter said alot of awful things about girls, and we think
you're to blame.  But we're not mean people--we want to give you
a second chance.  My parents are gone for the weekend and you're
going to learn all about what it's like to be a girl for us
beginning right now, just like you said in your cute little
performance in the bedroom.  You're off to a good start, but
we've just scratched the surface.  For the next few days we're
going to bring you through all of the stages of being a girl, and
we expect your full cooperation.  That means that IN EVERY WAY
YOU WILL ACT AS A GIRL.  Not as a boy pretending to be a girl,
BUT AS A GIRL.  We'll help you out, but if you don't satisfy us
you'll receive demerits, and you'll be punished if too many
accumulate.  Do you understand?" 

          Peter stood there dumfounded again.  "You . . . you
mean I have to do this all weekend?"   "That's one demerit,"
grinned Karen.   

          More tears formed on Peter's face as the enormity of
what he faced sank in.  "Do you understand?" repeated Jennifer.  

          "But, but you said I could have my clothes back in a
few hours.......Please, can't we talk about this, please?"
implored Peter, now feeling as if the quicksand he had climbed
into through the window was nearing his neck. 

          "And that's two demerits," joined in Chrissy.  "We
warned her."   

          "I think we should put her back in diapers," said
Sally.  "She's obviously not as advanced as we had thought." 

          "I said you could change out of that dress.  I didn't
say you could put your boy's clothes back on, did I?"  sneered
Jennifer.  "Now do you understand, or do you continue to
accumulate demerits?"

          Peter nearly broke out sobbing, but he got the message. 
"Yes, Jennifer, I understand," he whispered. 

          "Great," smiled Jennifer.  "Your going to be our little
sister Prissy, and act as a six year old girl until we've decided
that you've advanced enough to grow up some.  But just in case
you have any other ideas, I think you ought to watch some
television with us."  Karen turned the TV set on, and slipped a
video tape into the VCR.  And there, in all his glory, stood
Prissy, reciting how much he adored to dress, and act, like a
little girl sissy!  The girls all erupted in a cacophony of
laughter as Prissy stared, dumfounded, into the TV set.

          "You.....you....." he stammered, but couldn't get out
the words.  "That's right, Prissy!" crowed Sally.  "You were
looking into a two way mirror, and we had a camera on the other
side!"

          "So you'd better take us seriously", joined in Chrissy. 
I'm sure you'd just love to have this tape circulate around at
school, huh?  Can you imagine?  Macho man Peter telling all the
world how much he adores being a sissy and wearing his frilly
pink dress!"

          Prissy stood there before the girls, tears again
forming in his eyes.  Only this time they came down in torrents. 
He bowed his head and wept.  His skirt was so full he couldn't
hold his hands at his side.  It seemed automatic to place them
neatly at his waist, the white purse over his wrist gently
resting on the front of his pink skirt.  He was the perfect image
of a little girl sissy, and as he realized it, the tears flowed
even more heavily.

          "You're not behaving Prissy", warned Jennifer.  "Bad
boys being punished in dresses cry like sissys.  But real little
girls like wearing such pretty clothes, and acting as if they
love every minute of it.  Now stop it this instant or you'll get
enough demerits to be punished!"

          Her speech merely caused his tears to increase further,
and Jennifer declared that a punishment was indeed in order. 
Still sobbing, Karen and Chrissy grabbed Prissy's wrists and
pulled him down over Jennifer's lap.  His skirt and petticoat
were raised high up his back, revealing the pink rhumba panties
in all of their glory.  Jennifer slipped the panties down
Prissy's legs, and began to slap his bare bottom, while Karen and
Chrissy maintained their grip, preventing him from escaping.

          "You'd best learn now <SLAP> that your only chance of
ever being a boy again <SLAP> is to behave LIKE A GIRL NOW <SLAP! 
SLAP!!  SLAP!!!>!  After ten slaps Prissy gave up all effort to
escape, and passively lay there, receiving his spanking like a
submissive little girl, wildly flailing his legs as if to ward
off the blows.  Jennifer finally stopped, and, after his panties
were restored and his skirt and petticoat lowered, Prissy was
released to stand once again before the four triumphant girls.

          "Now.  Unless you want a repeat of that performance, I
suggest you demonstrate to us that you are ready to act as you
are dressed!" declared Jennifer.  Prissy paused, shifting his
weight from one leg to the other, trying to get some relief for
his sore bottom.  His erection, which had not subsided since he
first wore the pink rhumba panties in the bedroom, seemed like it
was on fire as well.  Finally, in desperation, and not knowing
quite what to say, he whispered that he wanted to play with
dolls.  "I didn't hear that", said Sally.  "Speak up now Prissy",
she gloated.  "Please, may I play with my dollies?" he inquired
in a slightly louder voice.  "You can do better than that",
encouraged Sally.  "Now try again."  Eventually, after asking in
a higher pitched, feminine voice for his precious little dollies
so that he could play house and pretend to be the mommie, the
girls relented.  

          And with that a group of dolls was produced and Prissy
sat on the floor before her older sisters and played house, much
to the girls' fine amusement.  Prissy's efforts were not exactly
satisfactory however, and the demerits began to accumulate, most
of them attributable to Prissy's sullen demeanor.  "Little girls
should be enthusiastic when they play with their pretty dollies,
Prissy," instructed Chrissy.  "You seem more like a naughty
little boy who's being punished," she grinned.  The tenth demerit
occurred when Prissy was cradling a doll and his "clitty"
exploded from the pressure of the doll resting in his lap.  He
fell back on the floor and moaned, rubbing the doll against his
penis to increase the ecstasy of the experience. 

          Jennifer stood over Peter, with hands on hips.  "That
deserves a another punishment Prissy.  Little girls don't mess
their panties like that when playing with dolls," she scolded. 

          Sally again produced the camcorder and required Prissy
to lip-sync "I Enjoy Being a Girl" for the camera as a
punishment.  At the close of the song he had to curtsey and smile
for the camera.  Karen wanted Peter to lift his skirt and
petticoats, drop his panties, and scoop some of the cum into his
mouth.  But Jennifer interrupted her.  "No, Prissy is still a
little girl.  She'll have to grow up a little bit before that!" 

          It was getting late and Jennifer decided that if Prissy
was to spend the weekend arrangements with his Mother would have
to be made.  "We're going to allow you to talk like a boy for a
few minutes, Prissy.  I'm going to call your Mother and want you
to tell her that you'll be spending the weekend with my family at
our cabin.  She'll want to know what you'll be wearing...just
tell her that we have plenty of clothes for you to wear!" 

          The phone call went much easier that Peter expected,
and he shortly found himself back in Jennifer's bedroom with the
prospect of spending the entire weekend under the control of the
girls. 

          Sally renewed her idea that diapers were appropriate
for such a baby.  "She wet her sweet little panties, didn't she?"
This time the girls all agreed, and Peter was given a bubble
bath, followed by the girls powdering his body.  "Lay down on
this mat Prissy," directed Jennifer.  Peter reclined, naked, on
the rubber mat laid out on her bed, trying again to cover his
nudity.  "Stop that Prissy!  You're a baby girl now, and little
baby girls don't try to cover themselves up," scolded Karen. 
"She's acting like a boy again.  That's another demerit!"  
"Besides", added Sally, "We like looking at your little pee-pee."

          Jennifer rolled Peter over on his stomach and tied his
wrists behind him to ensure his cooperation.  When he was rolled
back he could no longer defend his genitals from the girl's
assault.  His hairless prick began to harden again as Sally held
the tip of it between her fingers and slowly twisted it back and
forth.  "Such a cute, iddy, bitty, pee-pee", she cooed, as
Jennifer slowly oiled the shaft, his balls, and his puckered anus
with Baby Lotion.  Peter moaned as they manipulated him, but
tried to stay quiet for fear of another demerit.  His bottom was
lifted and Chrissy slid a large, bulky diaper underneath his
bottom, fastening it with two large pink safety pins.   

          The girls brought out Peter's baby clothes, and he
couldn't help but wonder where they were getting these strange
costumes.  Like the little girl's dress, the baby dress was pink,
ruffled, and lacy, only more so.  And it was short....short
enough so that the rows of lace on his rubber baby panties were
always clearly displayed beneath the layers of ruffled
petticoats.  A bonnet was placed over his curly blonde wig, and
pink booties tied onto his feet.  He was christened "Baby
Prissy", and again taken downstairs for more games. 

          Baby Prissy was ordered to sit in the middle of the
floor as more videotape was taken.  "As Baby Prissy you have a
few new things to remember," instructed Jennifer.  "Little baby
girls don't talk, and they can only crawl around.  And they love
to suck on a pacifier when they don't have their bottle.  Would
you like your pacifier now Baby Prissy?"  she teased.  Knowing
there was no choice Peter slowly nodded his head.  Karen produced
a large pink pacifier, certainly adult sized, and placed it near
Baby Prissy's mouth.  Peter gasped!  It was shaped like an erect
penis!  He momentarily pulled back, but Karen pushed it forward
into his mouth anyway.  "This will help train Baby Prissy so that
when she grows up she'll be used to sucking a cock!" laughed
Karen.  "And I noticed your flinch there Baby Prissy.  That's
another demerit." 

          The evening progressed, with Prissy sitting on the
floor for the amusement of the girls, dressed like a little baby,
alternately taking his bottle or pacifier, and constantly being
humiliated by the comments thrown in his direction.  

          "Ooooooh....Baby Prissy", teased Sally.  "I'll bet you
just can't wait to grow up to be a big girl like us, hmmmmmm? 
You'll look so cute in some sexy high heels like these!"  And she
pranced about in a circle around him on her four inch heels while
Prissy lay there on his back, sucking on his pacifier and looking
up her long legs to the shadows underneath her short skirt.

          It was finally bedtime.  The girls took Prissy up to
Jennifer's parent's bedroom where he was dressed in a long pink
silk nightgown.  Jennifer drew drawstrings at the hem and wrists,
trapping his feet and hands inside.  The girls all stripped naked
before him and climbed under the sheets to sleep with their "Baby
Prissy."  Peter couldn't resist them as they stroked his body
through the soft silk of the nightgown.  He came three times in
his diapers before they all drifted off to sleep.

          The girls were up at the crack of dawn so as not to
miss a moment of the day ahead.  Prissy's feet were freed from
the nightgown long enough for him to walk down to the kitchen,
where he was reimprisoned in the silk gown, and seated at the
table.  With his hands still tied in the gown, he had no choice
but to sit quietly while the girls fed him his bottle and baby
food.  The four captresses had each donned sheer baby doll
nighties which did little to hide their charms from him as he sat
miserably at the table with a bottle stuck in his mouth and the
conversation turned to the day ahead.

          "Prissy still seems to be awfully babyish, but we do
only have the weekend.....she can't remain an infant forever",
mused Chrissy as she leaned over and gave Prissy a wet kiss on
the cheek.

          "Let's give her dance lessons!" cried Sally.  "We could
put her in a darling little tutu and teach her to dance the
Nutcracker!" she giggled with a gleam in her eye.

          "No", disagreed Karen.  "I think she'll fit into my old
Girl Scout's uniform.  She can go door to door and sell cookies!"

          "They're both good ideas, but I think Prissy needs some
schooling today" Jennifer stated.  "I have just the outfit for
her, and I'm sure she'll appreciate the lessons she can learn
from such devoted teachers as ourselves.  After all, she's got a
lot of junk to unlearn, isn't that right Prissy?" she added as
she pulled the empty bottle from Prissy's mouth and smiled
sweetly into his downcast face.

          Prissy was eventually led from the table and back
upstairs, where he was undressed and bathed by the four gleeful
girls.  Chrissy held the tip of his penis in her hands and
scrubbed his groin with a cloth.  "My, my, Prissy.....your little
pee-pee got such a workout yesterday, didn't it?  But don't
worry.  I don't think it's broken.....yet!"  Prissy hung his head
in shame.  He had lost all control to these girls, and could do 
nothing at this point but submit to their indignities.  If only
they were merely threatening about making him go out in a Girl
Scout's uniform!

          After the bath Prissy was led back into Jennifer's room
to be dressed.  Laid out on the bed for him was a school girl's
uniform:  white blouse, blue and green plaid skirt, knee high's,
mary janes and accessories.  The underwear was suitably white,
although more frilly than what a school girl would ordinarily
wear, he figured, and the bra he wore was padded out to an A cup. 
A bow was pinned into his blonde wig....this one falling in a
straight page boy.  Only light makeup was applied, and when he
was finally presented to himself in the mirror by the victorious
girls he couldn't believe that he looked so feminine.  The blouse
was buttoned to his neck, which was adorned with a floppy black
bow.  His breasts gave a hint of pubescent girlhood, and his legs
adorned with socks and shoes, were fully exposed below the knee
length, pleated skirt.  Prissy, the school girl had been created.

          Prissy was led back downstairs, where he was handed a
small pile of books, and a purse to sling over one shoulder.  He
earned another demerit when he attempted to hold the books down
against his hip, like a boy, instead of cradling them in his arms
against his breasts, like a girl.

          "Your first lesson, Prissy, is on how to present a neat
appearance as you walk to school", said Jennifer.  She took him
by the arm, and marched him to the front door.  "You are to walk
down to the Girls School, go up to the front door, and try to get
in.  Of course, its Saturday and it will be locked.  So just turn
around and walk back here.  It's only about a quarter of a mile
each way.  You should be back in 10 to 15 minutes", she said with
a smile.

          "But it's Saturday!  No girl wears a school uniform on
Saturday!" cried Prissy.  He immediately bit his tongue as
Jennifer retorted, "Well this girl does, and that outburst is
worth a punishment in itself you little sissy.  For that, you can
make two trips, the second to the Boys School!"

          Prissy wanted to shout and scream objections, but
quickly realized it would only make things worse.  In short
order, Jennifer opened the door, and Prissy was on his way down
the walk and up the sidewalk.  The four girls followed at a
distance behind him, trying to conceal their giggles and glee at
the sight of the feminized boy swishing down the street, skirts
swaying from side to side, as if his life depended on it.

          Prissy reached the Girls School without incident,
although he was certain the occupants in every car that passed
him were scrutinizing his out of place school clothing.  The Boys
School was in the opposite direction from Jennifer's house than
the Girls School, so he dutifully retraced his steps, past the
house, and on towards the grounds of his OWN school.  As he
approached the building he nearly stopped dead in his tracks upon
viewing a group of boys playing catch on the front lawn of the
school.  He turned and looked at Jennifer and the others,
pleading with his eyes to be allowed to go no further. 
Jennifer's smile told him otherwise.  He quickly imagined
Jennifer forcing him to go up and talk to the boys, and decided
he had no choice.

          With his chin buried in his chest he swished on up the
walk and tried the door as required.  He turned and speeded up
his walk down the steps, hoping to get off the grounds without
attracting any attention.  But the boy nearest to him noticed
this odd sight, and turned to stare, just as one of the others
threw the ball.  It flew passed its intended target, and rolled
on the grass, stopping at Prissy's feet.  The ball startled him,
and he stopped for a moment.  As he started back down the walk,
the boy yelled out, "Hey sister!"  Prissy looked up as if to say
"Do you mean me?"  "Throw me the ball, will yah?"

          Jennifer and the others were standing at the corner,
eating it all up.  Prissy looked dumbly at the ball, and then
comprehended that he'd better throw it back or the guy would come
over, and he could attract even more attention.  The ball players
were a good distance from Prissy, and although  Peter could
easily throw that far, it would give him away as well.  So he
took the ball and threw it limply from the shoulder, with his
weight on the front foot, trying his best to toss the ball like a
girl.  Worse yet, the unaccustomed motion caused Prissy's skirt
to fly up in the rear as his body twisted in the throw, exposing
the white ruffles on his panties to the boys!  The dying quail
flew only half-way to the boy in the yard, who ran up to grab it,
while Prissy hurried on back down the sidewalk.  "Nice panties
you got there sweetheart!" yelled one of the boys, as Prissy
charged ahead, his face beet red, and not daring to look back.

          Prissy returned as fast as possible to Jennifer's.  But
the girls took their time, and he was forced to stand on the
front steps and wait for them.  Much to his relief they finally
arrived and let him back in to the relative safety of the house. 
While Prissy stood there before them, holding his books like a
school girl, the girls had a big laugh at the entire episode, and
especially at his girlish efforts to throw the ball that ended in
revealing his panties to the boys.  Then Jennifer announced the
next lesson:  FEMININE HYGIENE!

          Prissy was seated in a chair in the living room while
all four teenage girls undressed before him until they were each
naked.  "I'm sure you're aware that all girls have a period,
Prissy.  Have you had your first one yet?" Jennifer inquired with
a smile.  "No", he replied.  "Well this is a vagina.....you know,
the part of a girl's body that boys call cunts!  You've never
used that word, have you Prissy?"

          He shook his head, wondering what they could do if he
had admitted the truth.  "That's good.  Now, get down on your
hands and knees, and look at our vaginas up real close."  In a
daze, Prissy got on his hands and knees and leaned his head in
towards Jennifer's bush.  As he got closer he couldn't help but
notice the musky odor that emanated from between her legs. 
Jennifer grabbed his ears and held him closer, until he was only
inches from her crotch.  Prissy repeated this examination on each
girl in turn.

          With Prissy still on the floor, Jennifer reached into a
bag and brought out a box of tampons.  "I'll bet you haven't ever
used a tampon before either, have you Prissy?"  "Oh I don't know
about that", joined in Sally, with a wide smile.  "I'll bet
Prissy plays with tampons all the time."

          Jennifer laughed, and unwrapped the tampon, handing it
to Prissy.  "Now, Prissy darling, this part takes some practice. 
I want you to slide the tampon into my vagina, nice and slow." 
She grabbed him by the ears again, and held him close, so that he
had a bird's eye view of her lips as they parted to accept the
tampon.  "In and out now Prissy, nice and slow", she moaned. 
"Wiggle it around a little.  That's it.  Oh.....oh.....what a
good little sissy you are Prissy."

          Meanwhile, Karen unwrapped another tampon, while Sally
raised Prissy's skirt and slip, and lowered his panties. 
Jennifer maintained her grip on Prissy's ears, as Karen slowly
pushed the tampon applicator into Prissy's rectum.  He grunted
and squirmed, but was held fast between her legs.  Jennifer
squeezed his ears hard, and Prissy resumed manipulating the
tampon while Karen repeated identical manuevers on him.

          Chrissy unwrapped another tampon and squeezed next to
Jennifer as she placed it in Prissy's free hand.  Soon he was
fucking both girls with the tampons, while Karen continued to
push and pull the third tampon in and out of his asshole.  As
Jennifer and Chrissy began to moan in unison, Sally reached under
Prissy's skirt and wrapped her fingers around his erect penis,
softly and slowly rubbing it through his nylon panties.  

          "Are you enjoying your hygiene lesson, Prissy?" asked
Sally as her hand lingered on his penis.  "Don't you feel just
like a real girl now?" she teased.  Within moments the two girls
grunted and cried out, reaching a simultaneous orgasm.  Just as
Prissy was about to come though, Sally removed her hand and left
him frustrated.  "Oh no, Prissy dear", she chided.  "You'll have
to wait your turn."  Jennifer and Chrissy switched places with
Sally and Karen, and the entire routine was repeated until they
too had come while standing within inches of Prissy's face.

          All four satisfied girls then sat on the floor in front
of Prissy, their glistening pussys staring back at his face only
a few feet away.  With a tampon still stuck in his rear, Prissy
was required to sit down on the floor facing them, pushing the
tampon in even further.  Jennifer smiled, and told Prissy to jerk
off for them, "And I want you to tell us how much you're enjoying
your lessons as a sissy, Prissy!"

          As if in slow motion, Prissy grasped his prick through
the panties, and rubbed it up and down.  "I'm having alot of
fun", he said listlessly, in response to Jennifer's prompting. 
"You'd better do better than that or you'll end up learning how
to be a little school girl cocksucker", she warned.  And so, his
efforts began to improve.  As gobs of come splattered against his
panties Prissy wailed "Ooooh!  I'm so glad I'm a sissy!  Please
make me be a girl always!"  As his wave of ecstasy crested he
crumpled to the floor, slowly weeping at the degradation forced
upon him.

          It was now midday, and after cleaning themselves up,
the girls fixed a quick lunch, and then prepared for Prissy's
afternoon outing.  Jennifer described her plans as Prissy slowly
picked at the small salad the girls had served him.

          "As you probably know Prissy, the Girls School is
hostessing the Spring Sophomore Prom tonight.  Since you've
learned your lessons so well this morning, I think it's finally
time for you to grow up some more.  But you can't attend the Prom
without a dress, now, can you?" she asked, without expecting an
answer.   Prissy's shoulders slumped.  He had no clothes.  He had
no way to escape.  And even if he did, there was the videotape. 
He said nothing as he waited to hear his fate.

          "And you can't very well go shopping in your precious
little school girls clothes.  We'll have to find you something
more appropriate" Chrissy added.

          The group returned to Jennifer's room where yet another
outfit was produced, seemingly from no where, for Prissy to don. 
It was a short, white lace dress, narrow at the waist, and large
enough to allow for a B cup bra and falsies.  The skirt was
decorated with three lace tiers that flaired out from his waist. 
Prissy wore white lingerie, including a garter belt and nude
stockings, french style panties, and, for the first time a waist
cincher which pulled his stomach in several inches.  The 3 inch
white leather pumps they placed upon his feet caused him problems
until the girls afforded some instruction, and observed him
practice mincing around the room, much to their delight. 
"Prissy, I do declare!  You must really be a girl, you look so
swishy and sweet!" Sally laughed.

          Prissy's makeup was heavier than before, and the girls
re-did his nails, gluing inch long tabs to his fingertips, and
painting them bright pink, to match his lipstick.  He also wore a
new wig, this one in a very full, curly, teenage style, flowing
down well past his shoulders in pretty curls.  Lauren perfume was
added, and Prissy was handed a white leather purse to carry. 
Karen grinned as she showed Prissy the tampon in the purse, "Just
in case `your time of the month' arrives while we're shopping!" 
The other girls also changed into dressier outfits, although they
weren't nearly as fancy as Prissy's.  And off they went in
Sally's parents car to the mall to shop for a prom dress.

          Five girls, wearing pretty dresses, attracts a crowd
anywhere, and the mall on a Saturday afternoon is certainly no
exception.  Prissy was placed in the middle of the group, and one
step forward from the other girls so that they could observe him
and laugh as he swished down the tile floor, heels clicking,
purse swinging from his shoulder, and his limp wrist dangling
from his arm.  "Isn't this just what a girl likes to do to waste
her Saturday, Prissy.  Shopping for a new dress!" giggled Karen. 
Prissy blushed as they approached a large group of boys standing
about with the sole purpose to scope out the good looking girls. 
As he passed the boys one of them reached out and pinched him,
causing his companions to squeal with giggles as Prissy wiggled
his hips while walking away from the boys, softly rubbing the
spot where he had been pinched.

          They finally reached their destination, "The Miss Teen
Gown Shop."  Prissy was ushered inside where row upon row of prom
gowns of all description were displayed.  The place was crowded
with at least 15 other girls, many with their mothers, there to
purchase last minute outfits for the Prom.  Jennifer steered
Prissy over to a rack full of long pink, lacy gowns, with full
skirts, to be worn over layers of petticoats.  "Wouldn't you look
adorable in this one Prissy?" cried out Chrissy, hold one of the
dresses up in front of the trapped, feminized boy.  A mini debate
ensued amongst the girls, each vying to find the frilliest dress
for Prissy to wear.

          While the group was standing there, another girl
approached and greeted Jennifer.  Prissy caught the new girl's
eye and nearly sank through the floor.  It was his girlfriend,
Susie!  "Hi, Susie", said Jennifer.  "What brings you out here
today?  I thought you were going to the prom with Peter, and
already had your dress?" she added, giving Prissy the eye.

          "That lousy little shit!  After the debate yesterday I
was so mad I went home and tore the damn thing to shreds. 
Somebody ought to castrate that asshole!  I haven't been able to
reach him since then, but I don't care.  You couldn't pay me
enough money to show up at the Prom with him", she fumed. 
"Anyway, I have a new date.  Hank Meyers asked me to go with him. 

          Jennifer turned to Prissy, and said "Susie, I'd like
you to meet my cousin, Prissy.  She's in town for the weekend,
and we're here to get her a dress so she can come to the Prom
too."  Prissy reached out her hand to limply shake Susie's in
greeting, his cheeks blushing rosily at having to appear in a
dress before his girlfriend.  He tried to avoid any eye contact
with her that might reveal his true identity.

          The girls returned their attention to picking out a
dress, and finally selected one.  They all agreed it was the most
feminine dress in the store, a pink chiffon dream, full of lace
ruffles, bows, and requiring three petticoats underneath to fill
out the skirt.  "That's the dress I was going to wear for Peter",
said Susie.  "But I won't buy it again.  I've already chosen
something else."  "Well I think it's the perfect dress for Prissy
then, don't you agree girls?" asked Jennifer, with a knowing
smile.

          Jennifer marched Prissy into a dressing room to try on
the dress, leaving the others waiting outside.  While Prissy was
struggling with the mountains of skirts surrounding his legs,
Karen, Sally, and Chrissy were having a quiet talk with Susie
outside.  When Prissy made his entrance back into the store,
Susie stood with the others, a new smile playing out on her lips. 
Prissy swished back and forth before the large, triple mirrors as
the other girls cheered him on, offering compliments on how the
dress brought out his "natural" girlishness.  There was no doubt
as to which dress to buy after that, but the shopping wasn't
over.

          After confirming prior arrangements for payment on the
dress and petticoats, which Prissy did not understand, Jennifer
led the group to several other stores to purchase accessories,
including matching pink 4 1/2 inch heels, pink lace fingerless
gloves, a pink satin clutch purse, and jewelry.  Susie joined the
crowd for the balance of the shopping trip, offering many
suggestions on how to make Prissy look her prettiest.  As for
Prissy, she tried to avoid Susie at all costs, but the others
wouldn't permit it.  So he was forced to act the part of an
excitable teenage girl before her, happily purchasing all of the
necessary finery for a memorable night at the Prom!

          The final stop was an earring booth in the center of
the mall.  Jennifer inquired if they had any clip-on earrings for
Prissy, but was told "I'm sorry miss, we only sell earrings for
pierced ears here.  But we can pierce the young lady's ears right
now if she likes."  Prissy started to protest but realized he
was swimming against the tide.  And with Susie there, and not in
the know, he couldn't very well speak his true fears, even if he
dared.  "Oooh, but it hurts so much", he whined, trying the last
defense available.  "Nonsense", said Susie.  "Your ears will look
so much prettier too.  And the boys just love pierced ears on a
girl.  That's what that shithead Peter used to say anyway!"  So
while the five girls stood back to watch, Prissy swept her skirt
against her thighs, and sat down with knees and ankles together,
to await his branding as a confirmed sissy.  Pierced earrings, in
BOTH ears!

          A lovely pair of gold drop earrings was chosen in
addition to gold studs, and Prissy was warned to wear the dropped
pair for only a short time tonight lest she damage the new holes.

          It was late in the afternoon when Prissy arrived back
at Jennifer's to prepare for the Prom.  Since this was only the
sophomore Prom, it was not unusual for girls to attend without
dates.  So at least, Prissy thought, he would escape the
indignity of attending on the arm of a classmate.  None of the
other girls had dates either, preferring to attend alone and try
out their luck on the eligible boys at the dance.  The house was
a flurry of activity as the four girls and one boy competed for
space before the mirror in order to primp and preen.  Prissy
didn't do much primping and preening however.  He had four girls
to do it for him!

          More videotape was taken of Prissy modeling his
stunningly feminine pink gown, and the group posed before a
camera set with an automatic timer as well before they left. 
While Jennifer and her friends were by no means unattractive,
there was no doubt that Prissy was the star.  His dress was like
a Scarlett O'Hara ball gown, so wide was the skirt.  The girls
had plucked and fussed with each ruffle until it lay just so over
the multitude of petticoats.  His makeup was more dramatic than
ever.  Dark mascara and eyeliner, bright pink lips, and a
porcelain complexion amply highlighted with powder and blush
graced his face.  The girls had spent nearly an hour on his eyes,
blending various colors on the lids until they sparkled and
shined.  His wig from the afternoon had been re-done, and was now
piled in a cascade of curls flowing down from where it was
gathered in the rear, with wispy bangs covering his forehead. 
Prissy looked like a pink Prom Princess!

          Unfortunately for Prissy, Sally had determined that he
was just starting his "period", and a tampon and applicator was
inserted into his rectum before the petticoats were lowered into
place.  The effect was to create an even more pronounced swish in
Prissy's walk, which the girls agreed made his skirt and
petticoat sway very sweetly.

          As they approached the door to the gymnasium, Jennifer
stuck the knife in even further.  "Now's your chance to prove
just how much you truly like being a sissy, Prissy.  Remember how
girls `practice how to look pretty so they can trap a man someday
into supporting them, and they can stay home and play dolls with
real kids!'" she teased?  "Well now's your chance to practice. 
You've got the prettiest dress at the Prom, and we wouldn't want
it to go to waste now, would we?  So I don't want any wallflower
acts tonight, although somehow I don't think you'll have to worry
about that.  If I see you sitting alone in a corner I'm going to
show that videotape to everyone here."  And she opened her purse
to reveal that she had indeed brought the tape with her!

          Prissy's heart was beating a mile a minute as he walked
into the decorated gymnasium.  The Prom was in full swing, girls
and boys dancing on the floor, and milling about the room in many
groups.  Prissy grasped his skirts in both hands, while still
managing to hold his pink satin clutch purse, and stepped
girlishly into the room.

          He was immediately greeted by Susie with gushing
enthusiasm.  Indeed, Susie had a whole group of other girls in
tow as she approached Jennifer and her charge.  Susie carried the
introductions, gleefully noting that Prissy was wearing the dress
that she was going to wear for Peter, before he insulted her, and
every girl, during the debate yesterday.  It was one thing to act
like a sissy in front of Jennifer as his other tormentresses. 
But now Prissy realized he had to be 110 per cent a girl to avoid
detection.  But to have to do so in front of Jennifer, Sally,
Chrissy, and Karen, who knew he was a boy, was just terrible.

          Prissy giggled, and laughed.  The other girls drew him
into conversations about which boys were the cutest, and seemed
to collapse into fits of giggles throughout the chat.  Without
knowing any better, Prissy figured this is what girls must be
like when together in a group, so he joined in the fun, as best
as possible, in order to maintain his deception.  But that seemed
to encourage the girls even more, and left Prissy wondering if
they all weren't soft in the head.  Being so concerned with
himself, and how he had to act, he failed to recognize their fun
at his expense, although he was painfully aware of how degrading
it all was.

          "So com'on, Prissy", said one girl.  "Who's is the
cutest boy here?" she giggled.  Prissy scoped the room, wondering
what to say.  He caught the look of several classmates, and
realized how dangerous this was.  "Oh, I don't know.  I guess
that boy over there is pretty cute" he finally responded, not
knowing who to pick, or what to say.  The girls squealed, as he
pointed out Tom Fredericks, the quarterback of the football team. 
"Well let's see if we can't introduce you then", said Susie as
she grabbed Prissy's arm and the two of the swished over in his
direction.

          "Tom, I'd like you to meet Jennifer's cousin, Prissy. 
She's a guest here tonight, and was just telling all us girls how
cute she thinks you look" Susie said by way of introduction. 
"Well, you're a pretty cute babe yourself", he replied
admiringly.  Prissy blushed to the roots of his hair at Susie's
revelation, and stood there in his pink prom dress, speechless. 
"Why don't you two get to know each other better", Susie added,
and quickly turned and left Prissy in front of Tom.  Prissy was
too occupied to notice the large group of girls back with
Jennifer and the others, laughing uproariously at his situation.

          Tom knew a cute girl when he saw one (or at least he
thought he did!) and wasted no time in taking Prissy out on the
dance floor.  To make matters worse, it was a slow dance, and
Prissy found he had to place his arms around Tom's neck, and
allow him to crush his skirt against the boy so that they could
be cheek to cheek.  In the process, the skirt and petticoats were
pressed against Prissy's nylon's causing him to erect again. 
Prissy caught Jennifer's eye as Tom slowly twirled him around the
dance floor.  She gave him a big wink, and a large grin as she
lifted the video tape slightly from her purse, and  watched as 
Prissy was held helplessly in Tom's arms.

          Tom became an ardent admirer all evening long, and
Prissy could do nothing to deter his interest.  In between
dances, and during breaks, he was constantly at Prissy's side,
holding hands, or placing his arm around Prissy's small, cinched
waist.  By the end of the night, Prissy had danced with several
other boys, all of them classmates, and none of whom appeared to
recognize him in the least.  But Tom was persistent, and managed
to keep most of the dances for himself.  When Tom and Prissy were
named Prince and Princess of the Prom, the crowd went wild,
especially a large contingent of girls standing with Jennifer!  

          As Prom Princess, Prissy was required to tour the
entire gymnasium on Tom's arm to the applause of the whole
gathering.  Jealous girls looked on, and Prissy was so concerned
with the exposure he nearly fled the room.  But somehow he
gathered himself, and minced along, waving his gloved hand like a
beauty queen, his skirts swishing with each movement, the tampon,
seemingly permanently wedged into his bottom, adding an
additional wiggle to his hips with each step.

          When the evening neared its end, Prissy found himself
in Tom's arms again, slowly swirling on the dance floor for the
last dance of the night.  Tom manuevered Prissy into a dark
corner, and as the song ended, tilted Prissy's head up to his,
and planted a long, deep kiss, on Prissy's glossy pink lips. 
Having spent the last 24 hours as a girl, there was little he
could do but respond to the kiss.  To do otherwise would only
risk detection, he feared.  But OOOHHH!  To kiss another boy like
that!  While wearing a pink prom dress, and with Jennifer and the
other girls watching!  Their tongues mingled, and even through
the skirts and petticoats, Prissy could feel Tom's large erection
bulging under his pants.

          Of course, Tom insisted on driving Prissy home, and
Jennifer readily assented.  Prissy looked at her with wide eyes,
begging her not to do this to him.  But Susie thought it was a
great idea.  "I'm so glad I was able to bring you two together",
she said with a broad smile.  Prissy could do nothing but rest
her head on Tom's shoulder as he held her tightly about the
waist.  "Don't be too late now", Jennifer called out as Tom
helped Prissy into his father's car, and drove off.

          Two hours later, Prissy was returned to Jennifer's
house.  The girls had changed into negligees, and were waiting up
for him.  They immediately pestered him with questions about what
had happened with Tom.  Prissy's makeup was smeared, and he
looked dazed as the girls made him stand in the center of the
room, and relate what had happened.  He stood there briefly, and
then burst into tears.  "He was horrid!" he cried as he buried
his face in his hands.  

          "Ooh.  Don't cry now dear.  Since you're having a hard
time verbalizing your experience, Prissy, why don't' we just act
it out."  She produced a 16 inch double ended rubber dildo,
painted to look like an erect cock on both ends, and placed one
end in her pussy.  Karen and Sally took Prissy's arms and forced
him to his knees before Jennifer.  "Com'on, Prissy.  Show us how
you sucked Tom's cock!" ordered Chrissy, as she grabbed his head
and forced his mouth onto the dildo.  After several moments,
Prissy stopped sobbing, and then resisting, and Karen and Sally
released his arms.  He grasped the dildo with his pink tipped
fingers reaching out from the pink fingerless lace gloves, and
began to deep throat the dildo while the girls urged him on. 
Karen and Sally reached down and swished Prissy's chiffon skirts
and petticoats back and forth over his legs, while Chrissy
whispered into his ear, "That's it, Prissy, show us what a sissy
Prom Princess cocksucker you are!"  Several more hours later,
after Prissy had sucked the "cock" of each girl, they retired and
quickly fell asleep.

          Jennifer and company slept late Sunday morning.  When
Prissy finally awoke, he shuddered and nearly felt nauseous at
all he had endured yesterday.  He had been forced to give a
blowjob to the "Prom Prince"......and then forced to reenact it
for Jennifer and the others!  And all the time while dressed, and
ACTING as a teenage Prom Princess!

          He was utterly despaired as Jennifer pulled him out of
bed and dragged him to the bathroom.  "It's only Sunday, Prissy. 
You still have a full day as a sissy yet ahead", she gloated. 
After a bubble bath, and a check to assure that Prissy was still
hairless, Jennifer slipped a sheer pink negligee on him, and led
Prissy back to the bedroom to be dressed once again.  Karen,
Chrissy, and Sally were waiting for him.  

          "Since you're all grown up now Prissy, we've decided
that you should learn some skills that will help you be a working
girl some day", said Jennifer.  "But we want your outfit to be
more of a surprise than the others.  So before we put any clothes
on you, we're going to do your makeup and hair."  The girls sat
Prissy at the vanity and worked him over.  Compared with his
makeup from the night before, he now appeared more grown
up.....even glamorous.  The pink lips and nails from Saturday
became bright red on Sunday.  Yet another long blonde wig was
securely pinned to his head, the masses of curls sweeping down
over his shoulders, halfway down his back.  All of this was
performed with a towel draped over the mirror so that Prissy
couldn't see the details of the girls' work.  "You're going to be
sooooo darling when we're finished", Chrissy laughed as the girls
finished up.

          Jennifer finally took a black scarf and tied it around
Prissy's head so as to prevent him from seeing the remainder of
the transformation, but not so tightly as to mess his makeup. 
Panties, a real boned corset, stockings, heels, and bra followed
in short order.  A slip, unlike any Prissy had worn so far was
drawn up his legs, and a dress was carefully dropped over his wig
and zipped up the rear.  He could feel the girls making final
adjustments, fiddling with his hair, and tying a bow at the rear
of his waist.  Last, his feet were crammed into the highest heels
he'd yet worn.....a full five inches!

          With a girl on each wrist, Prissy tripped over to the
full length mirror and the black scarf was removed.  He blinked
his long mascaraed lashes and stared at the image of a sexy,
pretty, French Maid!  The girls rolled on the floor with laughter
as they saw his surprised and alarmed look.

          Prissy wore the authentic uniform of an alluring,
flirtatious French Maid.  The black satin dress was trimmed in
white lace around the scooped neckline, short puffed sleeves, and
hem of the very short skirt, which was held out at a wide angle
by stiff, short, white petticoats.  A white taffeta, full bibbed
apron lay on the front of the dress, and appeared like a pinafore
due to the wide lace ruffles that trimmed the straps over
Prissy's shoulders, and met at the rear waistline in a large bow. 
His waist was neat and trim, due to the compression of the boned,
black satin corset the girls had forced him to wear, and its cups
were filled with silicone, C cup falsies which jiggled and swayed
with every movement.  Prissy's black patent leather pumps werre
indeed five inches tall, perching his feet on heels tips smaller
than a pencil eraser.  His hose was sheer black silk, with a seam
running up the back, and the tops of the stockings and garters
could be seen just underneath the skimpy skirt.  A lacy cap had
been pinned into the curly mane of long blonde hair, and he again
wore the dangling gold earrings from the previous evening.  His
makeup was spectacular:  bright red lips, dark, dramtic eyes, and
brightly rouged cheeks.  Prissy's inch long nails had been
replaced with inch and a half, narrow, red spikes, and she had
been liberally perfumed.  The dress and makeup created such a new
look that Prissy looked like an entirely different person than
the Prom Princess from the night before.

          Jennifer regained her composure sufficiently to turn
Prissy around and bend him over revealing a multitude of white
lace ruffles on the sheer nylons panties covering his bottom. 
The final touches were the words embroidered in black script on
the front of his apron:  "Sissy Maid".

          Prissy again found himself at a loss to gain any
control over the situation.  And as on Friday afternoon, he stood
submissively before the mirror and allowed the girls to crowd
about, teasing and laughing at his effeminate image.  He was
ordered to model his uniform for them, allowing his hands to
dangle limply from his wrists, or primping his hair, and further
instruction in walking with heels, ensued.  Of course Prissy was
only in the second day of her period, and a tampon had been
inserted by Karen while dressing him.  "If you'll stop trying to
take large steps like a boy, Prissy, you'll have no problem
swishing about in your pretty shoes!" coached Chrissy.  Having
experienced wearing heels for hours the day before, Prissy was
soon mincing about in the five inch spikes without too much
difficulty.

          Jennifer ultimately quieted her friends down, and stood
Prissy in front of the mirror once more while she explained his
duties for the day.  "Now you're a grown up girl Prissy.  See how
much progress you've made in such a short time?  Today you'll
serve us as our maid.  We tried to think of some other suitable
position for you, but none came to mind!" she teased.  "So from
now on you will address each of us by our name, preceeded by the
title `Miss'.  That's a nice sweet way for a maid to address
pretty girls like us, don't you think?  The rules are that you
don't speak unless spoken to.  When you do speak you will always
do so in an appropriately girlish and respectful voice.  You will
curtsey each and every time you are spoken to, and each and every
time you enter or leave a room.  The earlier rules also apply. 
You are a GIRL!  And a serving GIRL at that!  Anything that
belies your femininity or subservience will result in demerits,
and punishment.  Oh, and one last thing.  Remember in your little
speech on Friday?  When you told everone how when a girl gets a
real job `All she does is worry if her stockings have runs, or if
her makeup is on straight!'  Well you've got a real job now, and
we expect the same from you.  I'm afraid that if you get a run in
your stockings we'll have to extend your time in skirts though. 
What do you say girls?  How about one more day as a girl for each
inch of a run in her precious stockings?"  "Sure", replied Sally. 
"And that should go for her makeup too.  If her lipstick needs a
touch up and we have to point it out to her I think she should
get another day as well!"  "Right", added Jennifer.  "But
remember Prissy, if you perform as expected, and required, we'll
even give you the videotape and pictures we took.  But until
then, you're on duty, got it, Miss Prissy?"

          Prissy stood there and easily realized the challenge he
was faced with.  But somehow he saw a light at the end of the
tunnel.  It's only one more day, he thought.  If I can handle
this I'll get the tape back and can put this entire weekend
behind me.  And of course, there was revenge.  He didn't know
how, or when, but he knew he would have his.  Grasping his skirts
with both hands, Prissy dropped a neat little curtsey, and said
"Yes, Miss Jennifer.  I understand", in a girlishly high voice
that sent the others into a fit of laughter.  Of course, if he
scowled or expressed any displeasure at all, he knew he'd be
punished.  Prissy figured he was learning their game.  So he
stood there quietly, hands folded neatly on his apron, and waited
for their next command.

          Bathing and dressing four girls is a lot of work, and
Prissy learned that first hand in the next 2 1/2 hours.  Starting
with Jennifer, he carefully undressed each one, drew a warm bath,
bathed and sponged their ENTIRE bodies, dried and powdered their
them, performed a pedicure and manicure, and assisted in dressing
the girls.  He knew he was continuously in danger of violating
one of their rules, and was mindful to constantly check his
lipstick, and carefully protect his stockings from any contact
that might cause a run.  He had been given a compact mirror and
lipstick which Prissy placed in a small pocket in his apron.  The
girls got quite a thrill from observing him follow his own
description of the working girl, pausing every few minutes to
pull out his mirror and check his lipstick, and occasionally
adding another luscious red coating to his lips as additional
protection.

          Later that morning, Prissy was instructed to prepare
and serve brunch.  The girls casually sat about the table reading
the Sunday paper as Prissy slaved away, setting the places,
cooking the food, and then serving his "employers".  The girls
frequently took opportunities to have Prissy wait hand and foot
on them, despite the fact that he was already quite busy with his
appointed tasks.  "Prissy, would you be a dear and hand me the
sports section of the paper", asked Karen with a wide grin on her
pretty face.  Of course, Prissy answered "Yes Miss Karen", and
minced in from the kitchen.  He paused at the doorway and
curtsied as required, swished over to where Karen was seated, and
lifted the paper from the table only a foot away from her,
placing it carefully in her hand.  Prissy curtsied again, and
demurely inquired, "Will that be all, Miss?"  Upon receiving her
acknowledgment, and the brief conversation being at an end, he
dutifully curtsied, walked back to the doorway with the small
steps forced upon him by the high heeled pumps, turned and
performed yet another curtsey before leaving the room to continue
with the brunch preparations.  A few seconds later, Chrissy
wanted the television section, or some other small request was
made, and the entire ritual was repeated again for the amusement
of the girls.  Even though it had been several hours since they
had first dressed Prissy as their maid, the girls couldn't help
but giggle and laugh as they watched him prance about.

          Seemingly hundreds of curtsies later, brunch was
eventually completed, and Prissy was put to work straightening
out the living room, first vacuuming the floor, and then cleaning
the tables and lamps with a feather duster.  He was becoming
increasingly confident of his ability to weather this ordeal when
the doorbell rang.  

          "Prissy hon, will you get that please?" asked Jennifer,
who was in fact seated only a few feet from the door at the time. 
"And don't forget to greet whomever it is with a curtsey!"  A
flash of fear crossed Prissy's face as he considered the
implications of appearing in these clothes before others.  But he
was clearly without a vote in the matter, and performed his
curtsey ceremonies in reply to Miss Jennifer's request before
crossing to the door and opening it.  A beaming Susie greeted
Prissy as he swung the door open.

          "Hello Prissy!  My isn't that the cutest little outfit
though?" Susie said in greeting, as she walked inside and looked
Prissy over from head to toe.  "Prissy, maids curtsey when they
greet guests at the door, or have you already forgotten?"
Jennifer called out.  Submitting to what was rapidly becoming
"Curtsey Madness", Prissy gathered his senses and quickly grasped
his skirts and bent his knees to Susie, all the while trying to
figure out what was going on.  Susie charged past him to join the
others in the living room.

          "I thought you told me Prissy was your cousin Jennifer. 
I didn't know she was also your maid", Susie goaded.  Jennifer
and the others remained silent, and Prissy finally figured that
it was left up to him to explain his subservient status.  "Oh
this.  Jennifer and I like to make bets a lot.  I lost the last
one and I'm her maid today as a result", Prissy said, trying to
act casually about the whole matter.  "Well whatever the reason,
Prissy, don't start thinking you're just `one of the girls' while
wearing your precious little outfit.  Don't forget your place!"
Jennifer responded.  She continued, "And don't forget to ask my
guest is she'd like some refreshements."

          Prissy didn't like the way things were going, but hung
tenaciously to his resolve to get out of this situation as soon
as possible.  With seemingly the millionth curtsey of the day, he
sweety inquired, "Would you like something to drink, Miss Susie?" 
"But of course, dear.  I'll have a Coke please", she replied with
a wide smile, that turned into a smirk.  With a swish of skirts,
Prissy turned and went back to the kitchen to fetch the drink. 
As he returned and served Susie the doorbell rang again.

          "Oh, that must be the others", Susie explained.  "I
told some of the girls where I'd be.  I hope you don't mind if
they drop over too."

          "Not in the least.  I've got my little maid to assist,
and I'm sure it will be no problem at all, right Prissy?" replied
Jennifer.  Without any alternatives Prissy agreed, and admitted
ten more girls, all of whom he knew from the neighborhood, and
whom he had met the night before at the Prom.  The throng
exploded with laughter as they viewed Prissy, who greeted each in
due course with a curtsey, took their wraps, and admitted them
into the large living room to join the others.  Jennifer and
Susie noted the frazzled look on Prissy's face as he tried to
perform his maidenly tasks and serve such a large group.  It
seemed he spent more time gracefully curtseying to all of the
girls, following Jennifer's instructions to the letter, than
anything else.  And the girls just loved seeing him do it too!

          With the additional duties, Prissy forgot entirely
about checking his appearance.  Within the hour, a small run
appeared at the base of each leg, just where Chrissy had
carefully cut a strand from the stockings while Prissy had been
blindfolded and dressed.  The wiggle in Prissy's walk, and the
constant pressure from curtseying, exacerbated the runs, and
within a few minutes they had crawled up the back of each leg to
the top of his stockings, protruding from beneath his frilled,
starched petticoats.  Once refreshements had been served to each
guest, Susie, whom Prissy still thought was unaware of his true
identity, called the problem to Prissy's attention.

          "Oh my, Prissy, dear.  You've got a run in each of your
lovely stockings", she exclaimed, in mock concern.  Prissy froze
and turned his head to look down at his legs.  His face fell as
he saw the long runners going up the full length of each
stocking.  Jennifer joined in the fun as all of the girls crowded
about to see Prissy's legs.  "My goodness!  They must be the
longest runs I've ever seen!"  She pulled a tape measure from her
pocket, and declared both runs to be 30 inches long.  Jennifer
stood back up, and smilingly stared straight into the sissified
boy's horrified face.

          "BUT YOU CAN'T!" he screamed in his boy's voice,
stamping his foot.  "I WON'T DO IT!" he wailed.  Susie stepped
back in artificial surprise.  "Why you're not a girl at all! 
You're a BOY!" she shrieked.  Prissy tried to run from the room,
but he was easily outmatched by the large group of girls, and
after a brief struggle, found himself standing in the center of a
šcircle of snickering teenaged girls.  Jennifer stepped forward
and announced to the gathering, "Ladies, may I present Mr. Macho
Man himself, none other than Peter, the great debater!"  Prissy
buried his hands in his face and wept openly as his true identity
was apparently revealed for the first time to the assembled
girls.  Their taunts and jeers were unbearable as he stood before
them, his eyes closed to keep their triumphant faces from view,
but unable to avoid hearing their deriding comments.

          Things eventually quieted down some, and Prissy's
sobbing slowed.  Of course, his lipstick had been smeared by his
hands, and another day was thus added to his girlish purgatory. 
Sally produced fresh stockings, and Prissy was required to lift
his petticoats, untab his stockings, and replace them before the
girls.  He found the unfamiliar task was made even more difficult
by his long nails.

          Prissy was in the midst of serving another round of
drinks when the doorbell rang yet another time.  Jennifer offered
to get it, since Prissy was busy being a good little "Sissy
Maid".  Prissy finished curtseying to the guests after serving
the sodas, and turned to see his Mother and older sister, Patty
standing with Jennifer.

          "MOM!  GET ME OUT OF HERE!" he shouted, again reverting
to his male personality.  He was shocked to hear her reply.

          "And why should I, Prissy.  Don't you like being a
girl?", she teased, while Patty screached in laughter at her
brother's appearance as a "Sissy Maid".  "I think you've amply
demonstrated this weekend just what a stupid dupe a male can be. 
First, you offend every woman by your wretched performance in
that debate.  Then, you allow yourself to be trapped like this. 
And you've plainly shown just how weak willed you are by adopting
the ways of a girl in just one weekend!  Didn't I tell you it
would be easy Jennifer?"  

          Prissy couldn't believe his ears!  His mother was
behind the whole thing?  It was unbelievable!  "That's right,
sweetie", she continued.  "When I heard you practicing your
debate this past week I knew you badly needed an education about
ladies and girls.  But you're so thick you couldn't figure any of
it out.  Where do you think Jennifer got all of these clothes? 
Who do you think arranged to pay for your lovely Prom Dress?  And
did you think Susie showed up at the gownshop by coincidence, or
might a little birdie have told her?  You couldn't even tell that
all of these girls knew who you were last night while you carried 
on like a sweet and lovely Prom Princess with your new boyfriend! 
And I'll bet you're too stupid to realize that your friends here
put a cut in your hose earlier to cause those runs up your leg. 
Oh....by the way, I'm afraid you've got two more lovely sets on
those stockings as well.  I guess you need more practice in
`worrying about your stockings'.  But that's ok, because you're
going to have plenty.  By my count, you've got at least 121 days
of practice ahead of you!"  And the Head Mistress of the Girls
School will be only too happy to keep an eye out on your pretty
legs while you spend those days in classes there!  But I wouldn't
worry about school too much.  You might also want to think about
how much time it will take you to earn enough money working as a
maid to repay me for your new wardrobe!"

          Prissy lost all hope as Jennifer and Susie dragged him
upstairs to change.  It seemed the girls wanted to see Prissy
play with his dollies "like a good little sissy" while they
watched a certain videotape!

                             THE END

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