Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg
From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Subject: A Girl's Place is in the Mall (TG, femdom, unfin)
Date: 11 Dec 1994 15:00:04 -0500

	            A Girl's Place Is In The Mall
	                     Introduction

	[This is the story of Frankie a young man whose lack of
initiative led to the ultimate lesson! He lives with his Aunt Cynthia
in Santa Cruz California, a town that is quite well to do and which is
well developed. Its beaches are famous as are its many inhabitants
with "eclectic", tastes. Frankie is a little rebellious and possessed
of, as yet, hidden desires. Like most young people of his age, he is
somewhat undirected about his future. While he has an arrogant manner
about him, he is in reality quite insecure and easily embarrassed. His
Aunt Cynthia, lost her husband at an early age and at 35 is still
quite active. Frankie's parents are dead and as a condition of his
inheritance at age 25, some years away, he must live with and be under
the complete supervision of his strong willed Aunt Cynthia. Cynthia is
a stunning woman, in great condition and possessed of a strong sense
of style.  She feels women should always look their best, that they
should be dressed for power and that they were meant to be in control.
As you might expect, she is addicted to leather, fur, and the most
outrageous provocative high heels. Better yet, she wears them with a
style and skill that would make Alexis Carrington envious!]

	                     Chapter One

	"Frankie... Come here this minute," Cynthia called from
upstairs in her bedroom! "Yes ma'am," I replied, "I'm coming," I said
as I rushed upstairs.  I always hate it when she has that tone in her
voice. She had just returned from a two day trip to San Francisco. I
had been alone in the house while she was gone.

	When I entered the room, I could see she was upset. Even
though it was late spring and getting warm outside, there she was
dressed in a really beautiful leather suit. The skirt was at least
three inches above her knees and it was skin tight. As usual she had
on black stockings and I knew from the many times I had seen her
dressing, I knew they were tightly gartered. As always, she had on
those unbelievably high heels she loved so much. Like her friend Kay,
from Sacramento, she had hundreds of pairs of heels in her closet and
all of them, including the boots had those very high tiny heels.

	"Frankie," she said with a questioning tone in her voice, "Has
someone else been in the house while I was gone"? I answered, "No one
except for Grace the cleaning lady. "Well, someone has been going
through my dresser drawers. This is the second time this has happened
while I have been away," she said with a hardening tone in her voice.
"I don't understand how you can say that Aunt Cynthia. How can you
tell," I asked. She beckoned me closer to her and I began to get
nervous.

	She was a gorgeous woman and had a pair of tits I could not
believe. Once I had seen her dressing through a crack in the door and
I was staggered. They were massive, but very firm and very upright.
All I had ever seen in the magazines I looked at were breasts that
seemed to hang down but hers were like upturned bulging melons with
huge nipples. She always wore bras with holes cut out in them so her
nipples poked through. She said to me once when I asked her why that
"she liked to leave no mistake who was in charge!."

	I didn't really understand that, but I guess it meant that if
she had enough guts to show them that way, she wasn't afraid of
anyone. Actually she wasn't afraid of anyone at all. She had a black
belt in Karate and more than once I had seen her throw a man for a
nasty fall. When she worked out with another woman, especially her
friend Kay, a strange light seem to come on in their eyes.

	Her suit top was just like a man's suit with a deep vee
opening, only she always wore just a black lacy bra underneath.
Sometimes she wore those beautiful silk blouses, but, more often than
not, just a very light camisole or only her bra. I could see the deep
dark vee her breasts formed as I moved closer.

	When she talked to me like this I was supposed to be standing
almost at attention, like when I was in that military academy. I could
smell the leather and her perfume and they were overpowering.
"Frankie," she started off, "were you a good boy while I was gone?" she
asked with a mocking tone in her voice. My face began to get red and I
was embarrassed. She used this approach to overpower me and I felt so
humiliated and weak. "What do you mean Aunt Cynthia?," I said, hoping I
was not in trouble. "Step over to my dresser and open the top drawer"
she said, pointing to it with her index finger.

	Her nails were always done so brightly and she wore them so
long they were like claws. I felt weak in the knees as I moved over to
the dresser. "What do I keep in the top drawer of my dresser Frankie?"
she asked again, with a mocking tone. "You... you keep your panti...
panties and bras in the top drawer Aunt Cynthia," I answered. I was
trembling from the pressure and she was having a ball. "What did I
make you do when you dropped that load of wash last month, Frankie?
What was your punishment for being careless?" I answered with a real
tremor in my voice and I could feel my face turn beet red. "I became
responsible for washing them and putting them away neatly every week"
"What else were you told about that Frankie," she asked.

	"I was told that they had to be folded very neatly," I
answered. "Does the drawer look neat now Frankie?" she continued.
"Doesn't it look messed up.... as if someone had been rummaging around
in there? I wonder who could have been so curious? Was it you Frankie?
Did you feel the need to rummage through my panties?" I was turning
beet red and I knew she could see it. I felt mortified. She reached in
the drawer and took out a really silky pair that had lace all over
them.

	"Aunt Cynthia, I don't know what you could mean. You know that
even handling them embarrasses me. Why are you being so mean to me
now?" I whined. "I guess I just like to see a high and mighty male
teenager really understand what women have to put up with and more
than that I love to see a man cry real tears," she said. With that,
she began to rub the panties all over my face. I began to squirm and
blush even more. "Do they smell good, Frankie?" she asked. Of course
they did... all her clothes did. "Well I think you were the one in my
drawers so your washing duties will now include doing my stockings and
it is now also your responsibility to keep the drawer neat at all
times."

	"Now, I have been on the road all day and my feet hurt. Go get
your stool, and change into those Speedo trunks I bought you. Bring
the large basin and the foot care tray from downstairs." Oh wonderful,
I thought to myself, now this. I hated taking care of her feet and she
knew it. She had such lovely legs and wore only the barest of thong
panties, so that I was in a constant nervous state. The worst thing was
that Speedo bathing suit. It seemed as if she took the utmost delight
in embarrassing me at every opportunity.

	When I returned with everything, she was stripped to her bra,
garter belt, stockings and the thong bikini panties. She had on a
short lace robe, but it concealed nothing. "Unhook my stockings and
roll them down as I taught you.  Make sure that you do not snag them"
she said. She stood in front of me and I kneeled in front of her to do
as I was told. My head began to swim and I broke out in a cold sweat.
Her aroma was overpowering and I began to get an erection. It was so
embarrassing because that Speedo bathing suit revealed everything. "I
didn't give you permission to do that," she said. She reached for her
clothes brush and whacked the head of my penis. It shrunk and I almost
began to cry. I was trembling all over.

	For the next hour I washed and then massaged her feet and her
legs. I finished up with a soft skin cream rubbed in clear up to the
crack of her thighs. All the while she was talking to me in that sexy
soft voice of hers. It was like she was trying to seduce me. I got
excited several times more but each time I was rewarded with the hair
brush. After a while I was so sore that I couldn't have gotten excited
on a dare. While I was massaging her legs we talked... or rather she
talked and I listened. "How were your grades for this last quarter?,"
she asked. "About average, I replied, keeping my head down and
concentrating on my work. I really didn't want to look at her and talk
about grades. I had barely missed getting two D's and I knew if she
found out she would be furious.

	"I talked to Mrs. Johnson, the Girl's Vice Principal, this
morning by cell phone on the way home. She said you were not living up
to your potential and lacked both direction and discipline. She told
me that Mr. Doren, the Boy's Vice Principal had given up on you and
that she had been asked to take over in his place. What do you have to
say for yourself young man?" she asked.  "I don't have anything to
say for myself," I replied with my head still hung downward. It was
bad enough that she knew of this but to also be assigned to the Girl's
VP was even worse. How could she understand my lack of motivation
especially since all she ever dealt with were girls.

	"I am going to get you an attitude tutor who will also work on
your weak subjects during this off period. You have three months till
you go back to school for your Senior Year," she said. "But, Aunt
Cynthia, I don't know why I am so blah in school; how can a tutor help
me? I won't cooperate with the tutor cause I don't believe in it." She
replied in a very firm voice, "with an attitude like that you won't
get anywhere. In fact I am so angry that I am going to motivate you in
a special way. If you don't get your head together and start to cooperate
in one month, you'll regret it in ways you never even considered."

	Just then the door bell rang and I was told to go answer it.
"Go just as you are, there is no need for a robe," she said. I was
really embarrassed as her friend from Sacramento, Ms. Kay, walked
right past me and went on in. "Where is she, upstairs?" she asked. I
said, "Yes Ma'am," and followed her upstairs.

	She went on in to Aunt Cynthia's sitting room and they greeted
each other like sisters. I was told to clean everything up and went
about my business.  Aunt Cynthia ended up telling her friend Kay all
about my problem and her threat. Kay said, "I have a great idea, why
not put her, excuse me I meant him in a position that really forces a
decision?" Aunt Cynthia asked what she meant and Kay said, "why don't
I just show you." Aunt Cynthia agreed and with that Kay grabbed my
arms and told Aunt Cynthia to grab my feet. I began to struggle but
realized how helpless I was between these two very strong and
determined women.

	I was taken into my bedroom, where they sat me down in a
chair. Kay stripped the covers off the bed and reached into her purse.
"I always keep a pair of old stockings and panties in my purse for
training aids," she said. The panties were slipped over my head
blocking my view. I was dumped on the bed and they proceeded to tie my
wrists to the bed post. Aunt Cynthia went back to her room and brought
out another pair of stockings. Kay had her tie my ankles to the bed
posts as well. I was so embarrassed that I began to cry.  "Oh look she
has.. oops, I mean he has tears in his eyes. Isn't that adorable. Now
let's strip off those trunks and get to work," Kay said to Aunt
Cynthia.

	"I still don't know what you have in mind, Kay darling, but this
whole thing has really excited me," said Aunt Cynthia. In fact I would
love to play if you are interested," she said to Kay. "Oooohhh I would
love to," said Kay, "here, unhook me and help me off with my clothes."
They were going to carry on right in front of me. That would be
mortifying. Kay was as well endowed as Aunt Cynthia but she was also
wearing a full length corset. Her waist was squeezed down so small
that her bosom overflowed. I started to get excited again.

	"Go get me your nail tray and some cotton strips," she said to
Aunt Cynthia.  She left and returned with the tray. They were both
standing there, Aunt Cynthia with only the thong bikini and bra on and
Kay in that corset, gartered stocking and heels. Her bosom was simply
spilling out of her bra.  I could see all of this and it had me very
excited. Kay said, "You get his nails ready for painting on the right
foot and I'll do the left." Can you imagine the sight of these two
beautiful women, bent over, filing and trimming my nails. Their bosoms
jiggled and swayed as they worked quickly.

	"Here's the plot my dear Sin ( she always called Aunt Cynthia
"Sin"). I am sure he has things to do and people to see on the quarter
break and since it's summer, they'll want to go to the beach soon. If
he doesn't change his attitude in a week, this can stay on till he
does. He will have the crappiest summer of his life because there will
be no place to go. When it comes time in a month for his annual
physical, which he will need to be readmitted to school, he won't be
able to go if we haven't removed this polish." Aunt Cynthia said, "I
love it and it gives me another idea for the rest of this week to
really reinforce it. We will go shopping at that new mall in Santa
Clara, only it will be a special shopping trip for Francie!"

	They finished preparing my toenails and started in. "First
let's put on two gloss of the actual polish," said Aunt Cynthia. Half
an hour later they started with the real polish. I like this Fire Ruby
irridescent red," said Kay. Aunt Cynthia agreed and they proceeded to
put on two coats of that. After half an hour while it set, they put on
an acrylic top coat. "This will keep the polish hard and on no matter
what he tries to do.

	Aunt Cynthia said, "You know, for this trip, I think she needs a
light coat of very pale pink polish on her fingernails." Kay agreed
and they proceeded to file and shape my fingernails. They actually
made them slightly pointed.  They put several coats of a pale pink
polish on them and then the acrylic overcoat. "Now people who pay
attention will suspect a real 'sissy boy' and pay a lot more
attention," said Kay. They put their stuff back in the tray and began
to fondle and kiss each other.

	Kay was really hot and it was obvious that they had been
together before in this way. Aunt Cynthia was moaning and mewing as
Kay's fingers slipped under the front of the bikini thong panty. Soon
Aunt Cynthia was racked with spasms as she orgasmed. Kay was there
lapping at her shaved pussy while my Aunt Cynthia twisted her fingers
in Kay's gorgeous blond hair. I was embarrassed and humiliated beyond
belief.

	They left me tied that way for several hours. About 6 p.m.
they untied me and allowed me to have a light supper. I hadn't noticed
it because I had drifted off to sleep, but now I could see that my
closet was virtually empty except for a pair of jeans, some kind of
black shoes and a t-shirt. Aunt Cynthia brought me a sleep shirt and
said, "Get to bed early, as we have a full day tomorrow." The sleep
shirt was a huge pink one with some kind of figure painted on it. It
certainly didn't look masculine at all but I had come to learn in this
household, you do what the Mistress of the household says - or else.

	The next morning I was told to shower and come down for
breakfast. While I was in the shower washing, the color of my toenails
hit me. They were a wild sexy hot red color. I was so ashamed and
embarrassed that they had done this to me. I looked for my bathrobe
but found only a short colored silk one and my regular slippers were
gone. In their place was a pair of soft cotton slipons that had a
single wide band across the instep. They were in red and pink silk to
match the robe.

	As I went down the stairs to breakfast, I was shocked to find
they had a guest. It was another woman, and when I entered the dining
area, I could tell she was looking me over carefully. "Good morning
Francie darling," said Aunt Cynthia. I nodded my head meekly. "See how
full his hair is," said Kay to the other woman. "Why yes, there is a
wonderful amount to work with," she answered back.  Aunt Cynthia said
"This is your motivation tutor, Francie.  Her name is Mistress
Danielle and you are always to address her that way.  She will start
working with you tomorrow. We are going to be busy shopping today
however."

	Kay and Aunt Cynthia were already dressed for the day. Kay was
in a leather jump suit that clung to her body like glue and Aunt
Cynthia was in a white silk blouse with a red leather skirt. Both of
them had heels on which I couldn't even believe. I wondered what they
had planned, being dressed like that.

	With that introduction, the woman finished her coffee and left.
"Now Francie," Aunt Cynthia said and I interrupted her. "Stop it right
now.  My name is Frankie... You are all crazy.. I won't put up with
this."  Kay reached over to me and grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward
her.  She backed her chair up at the same time and pulled me over her
lap.  She reached in her purse and pulled out a long handled ruler-
like thing. Aunt Cynthia pulled up my little shortie robe exposing
my bare bottom. Kay proceeded to give me the whipping of my life
till I thought my bottom would burst into flames.

	I tried to reach back and stop herm but the blows came even
harder. I gushed tearsm sobbing out my cries of pain. That seemed to
excite her even more.  Thenm with my bottom in flames, she began to
knead and pinch my bottom. I was actually getting excited by the whole
thing. All of a sudden, my fanny cheeks were pulled apart and in
horror I felt ice cubes being pushed up my bottom. One, two, three,
four, five, six and more. I tried to wiggle out of the way, but the
spanking resumed till I was in flames. "Poor dear," said Kay to Aunt
Cynthia, "she might leak today, get me a Tampon." This was the
ultimate humiliation, I thought. Aunt Cynthia came back saying, "I
only have Supers." "That will do just fine till tonight," said Kay,
"Push it in Sin dear." Then that horrible feeling I had never
experienced before. They pushed it deep inside of me. I could feel the
little string between my flaming cheeks.

	I was given no relief however. I was led upstairs to my
bedroom. On the bed I found what I described earlier. A pair of jeans
and a skimpy T-shirt. I couldn't really tell much about the jeans
except that they had no back pockets and no belt loops. The t-shirt
was kind of light weight and a had a little pink bow at the neck. The
bow was real tiny but it was there. There were no sleeves on the T
shirt. The shoes were like men's loafers but had a big kiltie flap on
them and almost no heel. They were maroon colored and had little black
patent inserts on the flap. I realized they were girl's loafers. There
was a pair of multi-colored nylon panties lying on the bed as well. I
started to get very red in the face. "You don't expect me to wear
those things do you?" I pleaded. "Well, you could wear these skin
tight jeans instead," said Aunt Cynthia.

	"We could make her wear pantyhose under the jeans," said Kay
but Aunt Cynthia said, "No, she is going to shop for her own." I was
told to take off my robe which I did but by now I was blushing beyond
belief. "I just realized," said Aunt Cynthia, "He can't go around in
that t-shirt with that underarm hair.  We'll have to shave his
underarms immediately." I was dragged back into the bathroom and made
to shave my underarms till they were smooth as silk.

	Then I was taken back to the bedroom and told to put on the
panties. i did and immediately got an erection from the smooth silky
feeling. Once again, Aunt Cynthia's hairbrush was swung sharply and my
erection died, but my tears flowed. I was given the jeans to put on,
which I did. At least they were ok.  Then I was handed a pair of
little socks with a large lace ruffle top.  "Here put these on and
fold the lace ruffle down nicely," said Aunt Cynthia.  I was in deep
shock and blushing beyond belief. Tears rolled down my cheeks all the
while. I slipped the loafers on and then the t-shirt, as I was told.

	I was led over to the full length mirror and almost died. The
lower half from waist to foot was very natural for a young girl but
only barely so for a young man. From the waist up it was too easy to
see sissy boy written all over me. I tried to protest and say no.
First I was rewarded with a severe caning by Kay. My bottom ached by
this time. I felt all plugged up with those ice cubes and the Tampon.
When I asked about that, Aunt Cynthia said, "you can always go to the
lady's room and 'change' your Tampon my dear, but I will inspect you
at home and if you haven't replaced it, you'll get the beating of your
life.  Personally, I wouldn't go in a ladies room looking as unfeminine
as you do however." Kay came over and began to tease and fluff my hair.
Kay sprayed it and put some clear lip gloss on me. My natural color
was crimson red and tears and that's exactly how I felt.

	                     Chapter Two


	"She has no purse, no ID, nothing at all," said Aunt Cynthia.
"That makes her just perfect for a day at the mall," said Kay. "If she
runs away from us she has no way to get home or anything but arrested!"
Unceremoniously, I was dragged from the house to Kay's red Lincoln
Town Car. It was only 9:00 a.m. and we were on the road to Santa
Clara. As we drove over the hill, I had time to think, interspersed
with comments from Aunt Cynthia. I realized I was totally at their
mercy. In a moment I could be on my way to jail. I had no choice but
to do exactly as I was told all day. I was so terribly uncomfortable
with that plug up my bottom, but at least i wasn't leaking from the
melting ice cubes.

	Aunt Cynthia started off, saying "Francine, today you are
going to have to exert some initiative when we are shopping because
if you don't, you will either be arrested for impersonating a
woman or beaten up by men or both. If you are arrested, I will have to
let you go to jail and there they like boy-girls. We are putting you
in the position of having to make an alternate choice to how you have
been living or you will live the way you end up today. When we tell
you to do something today or we suggest it or ask if 'you wouldn't
like to... ', we expect you to accept our 'recommendation'. We expect
you to smile nicely and say how happy you are to accept our coaching
and ideas. If you don't we will take you someplace where the changes
will be made more permanent and far more dramatic."

	She continued, "I have your shopping list here and we will
not go home till it's complete. Kay and I have overnight bags in the
trunk so we will be able to stay in Santa Clara for the week if
necessary. Since you don't have any clothes with you, we will be
shopping today and tomorrow for your whole week away. You'll need all
kinds of clothes since this is also a vacation for all of us. We will
not be returning to Santa Cruz until your shopping is done or you are
permanently taken care of!" Kay added, "I absolutely delight in giving
public whippings and nothing lights my fire like embarrassment and
humiliation of 'boy toys' in public. Your tears and shame are my
aphrodisiacs so be warned."

	Aunt Cynthia started to cover the list with me. She read each
item slowly emphasizing the words and licking her lips mischievously
as she read on.

	"Bras - oh yes dear you most certainly need bras," she said
emphasizing the plural. "I think several, one in black, one in red
and one in pink. You'll need at least three in white for school this
fall." "Oh no I'm not wearing any girl's clothes to school," I yelled
out. I was rewarded with a stinging slap across the mouth. "I'm sorry
ma'am," I stuttered with tears again flowing. "Well, you know the
colors that are needed, you'll have to pick them out yourself and for
that outburst young lady we'll double the numbers!," she said. I was
blushing again and they loved it.

	"Next there will be panties and you'll need at least two dozen
in assorted colors and styles." Kay chimed in, "I just love those high
thigh cut French panties and we'll have to get her some thong style. I
think the boys call them 'butt floss' panties don't they Sin?." I was
beginning to tremble and twitch from all this and we had only been on
the road for fifteen minutes. Were they going to torture me for the
next two hours all the way to Santa Clara? I wondered. What kind of
women did this to men?

	"My dear Francine, you'll also need garter belts, just like
mine, stockings and pantyhose as well. I know... we'll stop at the
discount mall and you can browse to your heart's content, getting all
these undies and stockings you'll need for vacation. The girls at the
Hanes store will be very helpful, especially when they realize that
you are a sissy boy shopping for yourself. Kay and I will be in the
store but we won't get involved unless we have to," continued Aunt
Cynthia. Kay said, "ooh I am getting squishy just thinking of her
torment and embarrassment. We can stay in that store for an hour if
necessary can't we Sin? After all we have all week if necessary and as
I said, whatever Francie needs she can buy, so we really don't have any
time limit, do we? Who knows maybe we'll meet some people and can also
have a real hot social time."

	Aunt Cynthia quickly read off the rest of the list and I
panicked. "Let's see, there's also makeup and a make over, blouses,
skirts, shoes, purses, earrings, a manicure, wash, cut and set that
you need. There is a great gay hairstylist who owns a shop in the
mall. They specialize in new wave styling. You'll also need sweats and
a sexy jogging outfit as well as a leotard and aerobic shoes, shorts
and some of those hot shorts called 'Daisy Dukes', summer sandals,
especially those sexy ones with the pretty stones and very bare straps
on them. We probably ought to get you some luggage and of course
you'll need a new wallet for your new ID.

	I began to tremble at the thought of shopping for those items
and the words "new ID," made me crazy inside. The part that worried me
the most was actually going through the act of purchasing them. I mean
why would any guy be shopping for such things? I would be so
embarrassed and humiliated each time I bought something feminine.
Well, I thought to myself, all I had to do was go from store to store
and order each thing delivered to Aunt Cynthia's home. All I had to
worry about was the ridiculous clothes I was wearing. I was so
embarrassed by the things they had me wearing. Thank god at least no
one could see my toes.

	Finally, after more than an hour of emotional and verbal
torture, we arrived in the San Jose area. We stopped along the way at
one of those Road Side Rest Areas. I was told to use the men's room, at
which I panicked. I tried to argue with Aunt Cynthia. She grabbed me
and pulled me over her lap. Kay unfastened my jeans in front, and
pulled them down over my bottom. Next she pulled the panty girdle down
exposing my bare bottom. She took out a hair brush and paddled me
viciously for more than ten minutes. My bottom was scorched to say the
least and I was bawling like a baby. Kay pulled my panty girdle up and
then my jeans. I was told to zip them and do what I was told.

	"Why do I have to go to the men's room looking like this?," I
cried. "I am so embarrassed and humiliated by all this. Why do you
take such pleasure in torturing me with all this? I didn't do anything
to deserve this." They would have no end of it. Aunt Cynthia said,
"You have done nothing but screw off all year. Your teachers are at
their wits end with your lack of direction. You can't figure out what
you want to do. You are disrespectful to women and especially to me.
Now do you want to hear more!"

	Aunt Cynthia was furious and I could tell there was no arguing
with her. "I don't know what I want to do or be for that matter," I
cried with tears in my eyes. "I am so mixed up about life. I don't
seem to have any success with girls and I really don't understand
them." I was sobbing throughout this whole affair and so terribly
embarrassed. There were people all around us. I could see some of the
men and women pointing at me and laughing. "Please take me away from
here, please please," I sobbed. Kay said to me, "Come on with me to
the ladies room, I have to pee and you can wipe me after I am done;
then we'll go on to Santa Clara and you can do your shopping.

	I followed her into the ladies bathroom and went potty myself.
There was no urinal and I realized I would have to sit to pee just
like her. When I was done I flushed and left the stall. Kay called me
in to her stall and had me wipe her pussy. "That's right Francie, wipe
it with the paper till I am dry." We left the stall and went to wash.
"A woman always washes her hands after going potty. We're not like
those filthy men," she said. I smiled and nodded my agreement. "Let me
touch up your hair and lips," she said. I smiled weakly as she picked
out my hair even more than it was before. She handed me a tube of lip
gloss showing me how to extend it. I noticed it had a red tinge to it.
"That's it... carefully follow the contour of your lips," she said.

	As we got back in the car, Aunt Cynthia said, "I don't want
another episode like that at any time. If you do, we'll just leave you
to the mercy of the locals. As punishment for that outburst you will
have something special added to your list. Now, what is your name,"
she asked. I knew she wanted me to say Francie. I tried to avoid her
eyes in the rear view mirror but she had me. "Come on say it or get
another punishment and another whipping.... NOW!," she barked at me.
"My name is Francie," I said. She complimented me and said that I was
making progress. Toward what? I wondered to myself.

	The rest of the ride to Santa Clara was pretty much in
silence. I was deep in thought. The tight panty girdle was crushing me
and cutting into my thighs. The jeans, which were tight in the hips and
tummy, made it impossible to breathe normally. I found myself
breathing in shorter breaths, using my upper chest. Finally we arrived
at the Mall. It was huge and there were people everywhere. It was a
Thursday but it looked like a Saturday from the business. I saw so
many teenage girls and they all looked so attractive. The guys were
everywhere and they looked normal, not like me.

	Aunt Cynthia parked the car at the outside edge of the parking
area. That only meant we had a long way to walk. "You know, Francie, if
you walk slouched like that, everyone will notice how out of place you
look. Try moving your hips more and push them forward so at least you
won't be read for what you really are so easily. I did my best and
there seemed to be a little change. Once inside the mall we went to
the directory. "Well, I see at least 20 or 30 stores I want to visit,"
said Aunt Cynthia. Off we went to our first stop a shoe store.

	It was real high class and filled with lots of people. The
saleswoman came over to us and asked if she could help us. Aunt
Cynthia said, "Yes.. can you fit my "sissy boy," with a pair of those
pretty sandals there?." She was pointing to a pair of flat sandals
with very small straps and little chains and bright stones over the
instep. "Let me measure her , oops I'm sorry 'him' and I'll try,"
said the salesgirl. "Francie, sit down and take off your shoes and
socks like a good sissy," said Aunt Cynthia. I was beet red but by now
I was in no mood for another humiliating spanking in public. I sat
down, slipped out of the loafers, and took off my socks. The bright red
toenails flashed and glinted in the bright store lights.

	"Oh, what a hot color that is," said the salesgirl. "I never
would have guessed a 'girl' like you would have gone for that hot a
color-at least not the way you are dressed." Aunt Cynthia said I had a
lot of different sides to me. The salesgirl measured my foot and it
turned out to be a size 8. She came back with the pair and gave them
to me to try on, saying, "Here, try these and I'll be back. With a color
like that, I have just the heels for this sissy to try on." Aunt
Cynthia said to me, "Francie, slip those sandals on and buckle them."
I did and then she said to walk around in them and go over to the
mirror.

	I did as I was told but I was trembling inside and blushing
beyond belief. The salesgirl came back carrying a box. "Those look
great, but you really should have on some shorts with them, perhaps
some really short Daisy Dukes, and a gold ankle bracelet for sure."
She opened the box displaying a pair of high heels for Aunt Cynthia
and Kay to see. "These have a 4 inch heel and this wonderful full open
toe cutout. As you can see, it shows three full toes and a hint of the
fourth toe. Not many women can wear this but I think your 'niece'
would be smashing in them. Shall we try them on her?" she concluded.

	Aunt Cynthia said, "She doesn't wear many heels yet, so she may
have difficulty in that height, but let's see them on her. I realize we
don't have stockings with us, but isn't that style often worn
barefoot?" she added. The salesgirl replied, "Yes, in fact it is said
that European women wear these to allow a lover to worship their toes
even when they are out for an evening." I tried the heels on as I was
directed and when I stood I almost tripped. Slowly, I was led to the
mirror by the salesgirl. "See how sexy they look. These will drive a
man crazy and I know you'll just love that," she said. Kay said, "Look
what they do to her ass and leg line.

	Now, that's the look I want on her, don't you Cynthia? Leave
those on and keep walking in them, Francie, so you'll get used to them,"
she said, turning to me. I was blushing so much that the salesgirl
said, "I'll bet she makes a pretty girl and I have just the male
friend for her. He is 34 and he loves sissy boys but he is so horny I
would worry about her if she went out with him. I mean he gets off
three or four times and dumps a real load in a girl. He is so over
endowed it is unbelievable." Aunt Cynthia said, "Let me have your name
and number. We are here for a week and she may need a date for a movie
or dancing." The salesgirl gave her a piece of paper and showed her a
picture of the guy. He was in a football uniform and looked huge. I'm
sure it was just the protector that made his crotch look so big. I
just began to tremble inside at the very thought of going out with a
man. She had said his name was John and that he was 6'4 and "built
like a brick you know what."

	Aunt Cynthia said about the spike heels "I wish we could have
her wear them for the rest of the day, but we'll have her change into
them when we need the effect." They paid for the shoes after telling
me to change into my loafers and socks. I did as I was told, then Aunt
Cynthia said, "Oh, she needs a purse to go with those. I think
something in a little shoulder bag with a long shoulder strap." The
salesgirl found just what Aunt Cynthia wanted and I had my first
purse.

	                    Chapter Three

	The next shop we went to was Frederick's of Hollywood where
Aunt Cynthia wanted me to shop for undies. I wanted to protest, but
the plug in my bottom, and the hot red fanny I still felt, made me
think twice. When we walked in a large, well dressed, but very severe
looking, woman came over to us. "May I help you ladies," she said.
Aunt Cynthia explained that she was here shopping with her 'sissy
nephew' and how she expected him to make a large purchase for himself.
This made me really blush but the worst was yet to come. "He is
contemplating a lifestyle change and I want him to 'fully' experience
what that lifestyle would really mean," said Aunt Cynthia. The
saleslady responded with, "How wonderful of your new 'niece' to
consider changing over to the real world of feminine life. I can't
tell you how lucky you are that I am working today. I specialize in
training sissies for their Mistresses," she concluded.

	With a very warm understanding smile toward the woman, Aunt
Cynthia said firmly to me, "Tell the saleslady each thing that you
want and ask her for permission to try each on. Ask her if she has
other suggestions for you as well and follow her guidance completely.
We will return in an hour to see the results. Here is your credit card
Francie." I stammered, "Where... where are you going? I can't do this
alone, I don't know what to do." With that Aunt Cynthia handed me a
short list. "You ask for each thing yourself, Francie... now show some
initiative or I will think up something even worse for you!" With that
she spun on her heel, saying to Kay, "Let's go have coffee and see if
that shoe salesgirl can meet us tonite."

	"My name is Ms. Amanda, and I expect to be treated with
respect as well as obeyed without question," she said to me. "Your
Aunt Cynthia is quite right to make sure you get the full experience,
but I am pleased that this is something you want to do on your own." I
responded, "Well, I'm not sure yet, but I am truly bound to obey my Aunt
Cynthia, without hesitation, so let's get on with it." I blushed badly
as I started to read from the list, realizing that Aunt Cynthia would
question Amanda about how I handled the requests and everything. it
was so embarrassing.

	"I need three white bras for school, a black one, a red one
and a pink one," I said, terribly embarrassed. Amanda said, "what size
do you wear and what style do you like best." I had to reply and
stammered, "I don't know, I have never worn a bra." "We can solve all
of that," she said, "lift up your t-shirt and I'll measure you."
"Right here, in front of everyone," I whined, "they'll all realize
these are for me. It will be so humiliating and I'm scared."

	Amanda reached up under my t-shirt and grabbed my nipple and
pinched it hard, pulling on it, and said, "if you don't do exactly as I
say, I will turn you over my knee this minute." The pain was intense
as she twisted my nipple viciously. Tears came to my eyes but I lifted
my t-shirt. The one nipple was bright red and swollen from her
treatment. "Hmm, we'll have to treat the other nipple to the same,"
she said. She placed the tape measure around my chest just about two
inches under the nipple and said, "My dear 'girl' you are just a bare
35 inches and of course an A cup. "Follow me," she said.

	We walked over to a set of drawers where there were many bras.
"I think you need several which are lace and cannot be seen through too
easily, however, I think your Aunt Cynthia will want you also to have
ones which are very sheer and revealing. I've met women like her
before and they take great pleasure in tit torture to stimulate their
playthings. She will want to see a truly red and rich nipple on you."
She took several white bras from different boxes and told me to go in
the dressing room and she would come in to examine me.

	I found an open dressing room and went in. I tried fastening
one on myself but I was all thumbs, due to my trembling. She came in to
the dressing room and said, "No, silly girl, here's how you fasten a
bra." I did as she showed me and stood up straight for her to examine
me. After checking the first bra she had me do each of the white ones
in turn. Then she said, "Let's look at some of the colored ones and you
can try them on also." I started to put my t-shirt back on but she
said no, just to follow her.

	We left the dressing room with me in a state of nervous
excitement. There were two young women in the store and when they saw
me they started pointing and laughing. I was so mortified, I tried to
hide. Ms. Amanda pulled out several black bras and several in red and
pink. She made me try all of them on and I ended up with three of each
of them as well. Then Ms. Amanda said, "How are you going to control
your figure, dear girl?" She took me to another area in the store and
selected a white and a black corset from the boxes. Each had six
garters on it and looked horribly severe.

	I was led back to the dressing room and she placed it around
my waist. "Those jeans will have to come off for this to work," she
said. I was in shock but she would have no part of my protests. I took
off my jeans, exposing the multi-color panties I had been made to wear.
"Ooh, they are cute and so feminine," she said. "Are you sure you
haven't done this before? By the way, is that pink polish on your
fingernails? Why, you really are the sissy boy, aren't you. Those socks
will have to go for this outfit however. Now put that black bra on the
way I showed you"

	What did she mean by that I wondered. She called out, "Jani,
come here please and help me." A pretty woman about 24 appeared and
looked in. "Oh," she exclaimed, to which Amanda replied, "It's ok, we are
just getting a bunch of goodies for this big sissy boy. Get me some
white stockings and some black stockings about size 8, sheer toe in
both and trashy heel style with seams in the black. See if we have
some in pink and red also for the other outfits. He'll need them to
make this corset fit properly." I felt like I was going to faint from
embarrassment. Ms. Amanda told me to reach up high and grab the
railing up on the wall. Then she began to lace the white corset around
me; tighter and tighter she pulled. At one moment I thought I could
feel her knee in my back. Good, she said, and tied the laces off.
"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, your Aunt Cynthia 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
Cynthia 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 Cynthia 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 Cynthia 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 breast forms and some "sexy tight jeans or slacks."
Jani returned with several pairs of jeans and one pair of stretch
slacks with stirrups. Aunt Cynthia 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 back on the socks 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 Cynthia said, "ok," and that she would be there as soon as she took
care of the bill here. As I left, I heard Aunt Cynthia 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
Cynthia 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"

	                     Chapter Four

	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 made 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 Cynthia 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
Cynthia 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 salesgirl
came up to me and said, "What can we show you ma'am?" Aunt Cynthia 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's why we are here." The salesgirl 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 Cynthia
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 salesgirl 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 Cynthia, "We'll take it." The salesgirl 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
Cynthia 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 it's 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
Cynthia. "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 those 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 Cynthia 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 Cynthia 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, and water all around
as well as coffee." She ordered a nice juicy hamburger for herself and
so did Aunt Cynthia. 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 Cynthia said, "I want you to
drink all that water and juice dear girl, it's 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 Cynthia selected three dresses and then came
the 'work clothes'. "I am arranging a summer job for you," said Aunt
Cynthia, "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 Cynthia 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 Cynthia 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 salesgirls 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 Cynthia 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
salesgirl. "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 Cynthia 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 dared not complain, I realized, as
who knows what they would do next. "I have to go to the bathroom, Aunt
Cynthia," 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 Cynthia 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 Cynthia and Kay.
The girl who came in fastened a large belt around my waist holding me
tightly in the chair.

	She said to Aunt Cynthia, "You're sure you want triples?"
Aunt Cynthia 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 to 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 carat 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 one
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, in
fact they use them as recognition signs. I am sure you will be hit on
by many a pretty lesbian and as well as 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 are metal, of course, with little wind
chime-like parts and I suspect that they make noise when a person
moves. She has also chosen several other pairs." She showed them to me.
They all looked so large and heavy.

	She hooked the pair Aunt Cynthia 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 knew 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
Cynthia. 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 Cynthia 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 Cynthia. I unzipped the
jeans and let them slide to my ankles. Aunt Cynthia said, "Don't you
just love the way she drops her pants on command?" The salesgirl
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
Cynthia 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 salesgirl, 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 Cynthia at which
point the girl's 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 Cynthia.

	Aunt Cynthia handed her the crop and said, "Those fluffy bare
cheeks are yours to abuse and punish. Show Kay and me 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 Cynthia 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 Cynthia 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 Cynthia.

	I went in and started going through styles and colors. I knew
Aunt Cynthia like patterned hose but I knew she also like sheer dark
hose. The salesgirl 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 Cynthia
came in and said, "Frank, do you have mesh and fishnet ones?" The
salesgirl said, "Frank, are you a man?" I turned beet red as Aunt
Cynthia 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 Cynthia paid for everything
and said as she left "I don't know what we are to do with him, he sets
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 Cynthia "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 Cynthia 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 Cynthia
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 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 Cynthia.

	"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 Cynthia 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
Cynthia 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 $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 Cynthia "There is a special shop in
San Francisco you ought to visit with your sissy boy. It's called Foxy
Lady Boutique. It's 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 Cynthia 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 her
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 Cynthia's face when the girl said that, I was in
for more humiliation and embarrassment.

	                     Chapter Five

	So far, we had been at this trip for only five hours but I was
a wreck. Aunt Cynthia 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 (they were
not generally visible), in little two inch heels, skin tight girl's
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 Cynthia to the salesgirl who
approached us. She replied "You mean this is a boy?" she said to
Aunt Cynthia. "Oh yes, he's a real sissy, too, and I want only the most
feminine things for him." I intervened "Aunt Cynthia, 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 salesgirl said. "You know, don't you, they show half the full
fanny cheek and are a real invitation to play?" Aunt Cynthia
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 a half dozen pairs of the Daisy Dukes in different
colors.

	Aunt Cynthia approved of all of them and picked out two styles
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 Cynthia and asked what type
of dog it was for. Aunt Cynthia, in her most demeaning manner, said,
"It's for my sissy here. I want him always to wear a collar, even when
he is in his most 'chi-chi," dress or... when she has nothing else on."
He looked at me with total disgust and I was mortified. She tried one
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 Cynthia 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 you 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 a bath. I did what
I was told and proceeded to strip, dropping my clothes in a pile.
That's all it took for Aunt Cynthia 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 Cynthia saw the wet spot growing and said, "I never gaveS
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 Cynthia 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, earrings, 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 your neck down." I realized it was a hair removal
product I had seen at home in Aunt Cynthia's bathroom.

	While I stood the,re I felt a stinging on my ski.n 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 made to cover my body with a
Lancome sun tan lotion. 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 Cynthia
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 Cynthia 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 that
tomorrow, the technician will have something to work with." There was
no doubt, however, that they hd decidedly non-masculine curve to them.
Then after she went 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 acid 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, she powdered my face carefully,
pressing the puff firmly into my skin. My complexion looked flawless.
Then 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 Cynthia 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 Cynthia 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 irridescent 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 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 Cynthia 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 Cynthia 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 Cynthia 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 Cynthia had described
and didn't do too badly. "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 were two ends at one end and a simple loop at the other.
She slipped the loop through the ring and then threaded the loose end
through the loop. I was starting to get excited but the leather strap
kept me from getting an erection. Then without any warning she pushed
the long loose end between my legs and spun me around so fast I almost
fell in those heels.

	She held my hips while Aunt Cynthia forced each testicle up
into my body cavity. The pain was total agony and I became very faint.
"You'll understand in a little bit why I did this," she said, almost
apologetically. Then I felt her pull the cord ends so that my penis
was pulled completely up between my thighs, completely out of sight.
Without testicles to be in the way, I was very smooth and actually had
a wide cleft and what might look like pussy lips.

	At my back, about the point where my waist was, Aunt Cynthia
tied a knot, and then she looped the remaining length around to the
front of my waist and then again around to the back. At that point she
tied the ends into a double knot. "Aunt Cynthia," I whined, "I'm
scared and now I have to pee." She led me to the potty and said, "why
my dear 'girl', sit down and pee, but be sure to wipe yourself when
you get up as I am afraid, you'll be a bit wet." It worked and as she
said, I was quite wet from the way things were positioned.

	Aunt Cynthia said to me "It's time to change your Tampon
honey. Find the string and pull it out by the string. Don't let it
fall into the toilet, however, as it might clog the plumbing. We girls
always try to dispose of those things in a box you usually find in the
stall." I did as I was told and had a really strange feeling as the
bloated Tampon came out. I wiped off and then Kay said, "Now we are
going to add a special sensation for you which you will do on a
regular daily basis. This bulb syringe has a solution of Premarin
cream and water in it. The tip of the syringe is long enough to go way
up your bottom. Insert it and squeeze hard... again... "

	Oh what a strange feeling. It was as if I had someone in me
and he came with a massive load. Kay continued "Good, now here, dear
sissy, is a replacement Tampon for you. Go ahead, put it in... yes all
the way." Oh my god I said as I plunged the Tampon in and my rosebud
closed over it. Another incredible rush of emotion hit me. "Now dear
girl, that will make sure you have no unseemly leakage through your
evening."

	As I stood up straight, I was told to walk to the living room
and back. Those horrible heels made me sway and weave like a drunken
sailor. The strong tug of the garters on my stockings was an evil
reminder of how trashy I was. Worse however, was the effect of my
thighs and stocking tops, rubbing on the tied-down head of my hidden
sex. I tried to walk without my thighs touching and that made my gait
even more exaggerated. "Good," said Aunt Cynthia, "she is beginning to
move like a real sissy." Kay had finished dressing and was in a hot
leather two piece suit. When she came back Aunt Cynthia said to her,
"I want you to get her undies on her and make her keep practicing her
walk. You might also put a couple of coats of red polish on her nails
to cover that high school pink and match her lipstick and toe nails.
When I am dressed, we'll put the rest of her clothes on her and finish
her hair. By then John should be here for her." For her???? What did
that mean???

	Kay helped me with the black lace bra and the heavy bust
forms. They obviously showed a nipple through the sheer fabric. Then I
was given a very brief thong bikini panty to put on and lastly the
bare fanny girdle. Once again, Kay used the opportunity to force a lot
of cheek out of the cutout space, so my buttocks were very pronounced.
The fabric of the panty girdle was doing a real number on my male sex.
Kay checked and when she had me feel it, the entire crotch area was a
deep valley with nothing even remotely indicating anything but a
feminine body.

	"Now, let's do her corset," said Aunt Cynthia. "Oh, no," I
pleaded, "can't you just do that waist cincher you bought and the wide
leather belt you normally wear Aunt Cynthia."  She replied, "You know,
Kay, we do want her loose for John and the dancing, and we can
achieve the hourglass figure we want with that waist cincher. I can
wear a gold chain on my waist tonight and that will send another
message in case there are playmates here tonight."

	She turned to me and said, "You know, the line of your figure
will actually be more exaggerated and will attract more attention in
the bar and in the lounge where the dancing is. Are you sure you have
the where-with-all to handle that?" "Oh yes," I pleaded, I am so
shrunk already and if you want me to entertain this man properly, I
must be able to move." Kay brought out the well boned and exageratedly
shaped waist cincher. It was placed around my waist and they began to
pull and tug at the laces. I felt myself being squeezed in at the
middle and my breath becoming shorter and shorter.

	Aunt Cynthia was right, the shape was definitely more
exaggerated and it was obvious that I was severely figure trained.
This way my hips had more freedom and I knew my ass would move more
provocatively. I didn't care however, as I was happy to not have the
upper body restriction. My waist had been taken down almost 6 inches
and I had to either sit upright or stand all the time.

	Then Kay did my nails in the two coats of irridescent red
polish Aunt Cynthia wanted and I was made to continue walking
practice. My calf muscles were screaming in agony, but I was mastering
the heels. I found myself saying "I hope this guy is worth the effort."
Then I recoiled in shock at the essence of what I was saying, if even
just to myself. What had happened to me since yesterday. Aunt Cynthia
finished dressing and came out in a stunning champagne silk blouse
with a deep vee neck and a black kid skirt that had to be mid-thigh
length. Her heels were as bad as mine!

	"Well, let's show her the skirt we bought for her and do her
hair. I want those nails really dry so if she has to undress tonite
she won't ruin the clothes with polish." Kay reached in a bag and
took out a skirt that was at best 19 inches long. However, when she
unfolded it it looked no bigger than a large 'tube top'. She put both
arms in the skirt and stretched it in several directions saying "Dear
sweet slutty sissy, this will hug every inch of that beautiful fanny
and the shape of your upper thighs. It truly has a Latin fanny."

	She also handed me a gold pair of long earrings that tinkled
just like the silver ones I had on earlier. I hooked them to the loops
in my newly pierced ears. They were much longer and more noisy than
the daytime ones.

	Aunt Cynthia added, "You will be so attractive that your date,
that hulk of a football player, will be crazy about you. That way, you
won't have to show any initiative at all and on top of that, he'll
have to fight off every other man in the bar. You'll love the
attention and as Kay said, earlier, you'll be begging for the right to
have any initiative at all! Now let's do your hair and get your skirt
on." (She giggled uncontrollably at that point.)

	I was so worried about everything. I felt so strange. There
was no question I was hot looking. I bet they weren't even going to
let me wear a slip under the skirt. They just wanted a totally sexual
presentation and I wasn't allowed any initiative or freedom of
thought. It's as if I was a property they were marketing to every
sexually active man and woman in town. I had no idea what would come
about this evening and also they had said we were here for a week.