Sissy Therapy

"Great practice, guys! If we keep working hard, we have a real shot at the conference title." Coach Jones addressed the thirty or so high school boys gathered around him. The boys were sweaty and tired, but the coach's praise momentarily raised their spirits. "Smith— nice passing out there. Keep up the good work."

Fifteen year old Billy Smith grinned cockily. "Sure, Coach. After all, I am the greatest!" The other boys moaned at Billy's arrogance. Coach Jones dismissed the players, thinking to himself that it was going to be a long season with Billy guiding the team.

The next day, the halls of Susan B. Anthony High School teemed with fresh young faces, eagerly anticipating the school year to come. Billy strode confidently down the hall to his next class. This was Billy's second year of high school, and he planned to make the most of his year. After all, Billy had already won the starting quarterback spot, despite his diminuitive size. Of course, Billy conveniently forgot that between graduation and transfers, Billy was literally the only quarterback left.

With the arrogance Billy displayed, however, one would think that Billy had beaten out Joe Montana for the job. Billy had very few friends left on the team. But what did he care— he got the starter's job didn't he?

But Billy wasn't thinking about football at the moment.. He was thinking about Cindy Jackson, a cheerleader and the prettiest girl in school. Despite Billy's best efforts, she had never given him the time of day. In fact, she had always acted downright snotty toward Billy, particularly after she overheard him telling his buddies what a "stuck-up Miss Priss" she was. But there was no denying her beauty —long blonde hair, ample hips and bust, piercing blue eyes. Billy couldn't account for her dramatic change in attitude toward him, but he didn't care. He figured that as starting quarterback, he deserved to have the prettiest girl in school as his girlfriend. Yes, Billy was on top of the world.

Between classes, Billy saw Cindy at her locker. Anxious to encourage his budding relationship with her, he decided to say hello. As he got closer, Billy noticed that the rest of Cindy's "crowd" was hanging around. Like Cindy, Billy had always considered this collection of girls as bitchy and stuck up, and was generally intimidated by their haughtiness and good looks. Nonetheless, Billy grinned with anticipation as Cindy flashed a coy smile in his direction. Leaning cockily on the locker next to hers, Billy bragged about how many touchdown passes he was going to throw that year and how lucky Cindy was that Billy was "available". Finally the bell rung, and as Billy was getting ready to leave, Cindy did something that stopped him dead in his tracks—she was motioning for him to kiss her!! Smugly, Billy thought that Cindy had finally come to her senses. Billy hesitated only for a second as he shyly closed his eyes and leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Billy expected fireworks, but what happened next was totally unanticipated.

"Billy!! Stop it!! Get off of me! What in the world do you think you're doing!!" Cindy flailed at him with her arms.

"W-what's the matter?" Billy tried to fend off Cindy's blows, which were coming fast and furious. Finally, Cindy ran down the hall crying, attracting the attention of the assembled students as she ran. Facing the angry glares of Cindy's friends, Billy could only respond quietly, "I thought she wanted me to kiss her." Billy was left muttering to himself as Cindy's companions quickly retreated after her.

Billy made his way to his next class as if in a trance. He felt terrible. He was sure that Cindy had wanted him to kiss her. But by her reaction, it was clear that she hadn't. Billy was mortified...and scared. Billy was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't see the messenger hand a note to his annoyed homeroom teacher. "Billy...Billy! Ms. Walker wants to see you in her office immediately." Billy slowly made his way to the door as his classmates whispered furiously. Billy trudged to Nadine Walker's office, his mind racing. Ms. Walker was the school psychologist and counselor. Billy had instinctively disliked the woman. She seemed cold and aloof, and rumor had it that she didn't like boys very much. Finally, he stood at Ms. Walker's closed door. Steeling himself, he knocked on her door.

"Come in," came from behind the door. As he entered, he heard Ms. Walker say softly, "Thank you, Cindy. I'll be in touch." Cindy made her way to the door quickly, but not before giving Billy a self-satisfied smirk. Billy was momentarily taken aback.

"Sit down, Billy! You're in serious trouble." Billy started to speak, but Ms, Walker silenced him with a wave of her hand. "Shut up and listen. I know exactly what happened... I've talked with all the witnesses: You sexually assaulted Cindy!"

Billy couldn't believe his ears! Sexual assault? That was crazy!! There's no way Ms, Walker!! I just..."

Didn't I tell you to shut up!! If you interrupt me one more time, I'm calling the police and you can talk with them!" Ms. Walker slammed her hand against the desk for emphasis.

Billy cowered back in his chair, frightened by Ms. Walker's anger and the mention of the police. Billy's head was spinning.

"That's better! Now you better listen up. I have statements from Cindy and the other girls who saw the attack. All of them say that Cindy did nothing to encourage you—you simply forced yourself on her, ignoring her pleas to stop. You boys think that you can do whatever you want, don't you!! Well, it makes me sick to see a sweet young girl like Cindy abused like that." Panic stricken, Billy tried to recall the incident. Thinking about it, he could see that bystanders might easily have misinterpreted the situation if they didn't see Cindy come on to him! Worse, Billy knew that Cindy's friends would back her up completely. Billy's heart raced and he felt sick to his stomach.

"I should have called the police by now. With the state's new sentencing guidelines, they'd put you away for years. You'd learn all about sexual assault in jail. I'm sure you'd make lots of friends," she spat. Despite her angry demeanor, Ms. Walker smiled inwardly. She could see the fear in Billy's eyes, and he was staring to cry. "Boys on the threshold of manhood were just right," she thought—"full of false machismo, but all too ready to retreat the safety of childish tears." After letting Billy cry for a while, she continued. "Well, Billy? What about it — should I call the police?"

"Please Ms. Walker!! Don't call the police!! I'm sorry — I didn't mean it! Please!"

"Well, Billy, I've been looking over your file and it looks like you've never been in trouble before. I also see that you live alone with your mother and sister, is that right?"

"Yes ma'am," Billy sniffled. "My parents are divorced. My Dad works in Europe."

Ms. Walker pretended to make some notes in his file. She knew a lot more about Billy. His mother had come in to see her the year before. Ms. Smith had explained that she was at her wit's end, trying to make her son behave. Ms. Smith told her that since the divorce, Billy had made her and her thirteen year-old daughter's life miserable. Not only was his behavior bad, his attitude toward females was particularly disturbing. Billy had apparently adopted his father's political viewpoint that women belonged in the home, and that their only goal in life should be to have babies and please their men. According to Ms. Smith, Billy constantly belittled his sister, telling her that she was nothing but a pathetic girl, inferior to him and all other males. He had often infuriated her to the point of tears. On a personal note, Ms. Smith had complained bitterly that since the divorce, Billy had run off any man with whom she had tried to start a relationship. Sympathetic to Ms. Smith's plight, Ms. Walker had urged her to be patient with her son, all the while thinking about her own plan for correcting Billy's behavior. Over the summer, Ms. Walker had refined her plan; a plan Ms. Walker was about to put in action.

Ms. Walker appeared thoughtful. "Listen to me, you little turd. There's only one way for you to avoid incarceration." Ms. Walker paused for effect.

"Please Ms. Walker, I'll do anything!!"

Ms. Walker continued, malice dripping from her words. "Let me explain. My graduate studies dealt with men who engaged in violence against women. I concluded that it stems from a deep seated envy of females In fact the more macho the male, the stronger the repressed feminine persona. To eradicate this, therapy is necessary to bring the feminine persona to the surface That's the only thing jerks like you understand. But in your case, I think jail is the answer."

"NO!! I mean, please let me try this therapy. Please Ms. Walker!"

Ms. Walker appeared to consider Billy's plea. In reality, she had fully expected Billy's reaction. Everything was proceeding exactly as planned. "My how I love to hear a boy beg. All right, Billy. I'll work with you. Therapy it is."

"Thank you Ms. Walker," Billy replied eagerly, relief audible in his voice. His tears began to subside.

"Not so fast 'tough guy'. You have to do everything I say-and I mean everything. Any screw-ups and you can start packing for jail! Understood?" Ms. Walker glared at her hapless victim.

"Yes ma'am! I'll do whatever you say." Billy breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Good! From now on, you'll meet me here in my office every Friday after school for therapy. Report here after your last class. And Billy— don't be late."

"Sure Ms. Walker...and thanks." A greatly relieved young man fled back to class, leaving a grinning Ms. Walker recounting the day's events. "That was too easy. What a sniveling little brat. All males were like that," she thought bitterly. "So easily manipulated." Cindy, Ms. Walker's young protege, had told her it would be a cinch, but even Ms. Walker had not expected things to be this easy. With a smirk, Ms. Walker started planning for Friday's session..

During the rest of the week, Billy thought about his plight. He shuddered at how close he had come to being arrested. He had heard horror stories about prison. His only option was this therapy of Ms. Walker's. He didn't understand exactly what she was talking about, but it didn't make any difference. If he had to go through some goofy therapy to avoid jail, he would do so gladly.

After his last class on Friday, an anxious Billy made his way to Ms. Walker's office. Nervously, Billy sat in the chair indicated by Ms. Walker. He had never had any kind of psychotherapy before. Billy wondered idly if Ms. Walker would make him lie down on a couch.

"Well Billy, I've got to admit that I'm a little disappointed. I hoped you wouldn't show so I could call the police. Oh well. I guess we better get started. Now, Billy, let me tell you a little more about this therapy I've developed. I've determined through years of research that the most effective way of taming the male pig is to inculcate feminine traits in the patient..to let the patient's true nature emerge" Billy nodded his head to give the appearance that he understood. "I call it...sissy therapy!" Ms. Walker turned with a flourish toward Billy. Billy wore a look of puzzlement and confusion as she continued. " During our little sessions, Billy, we're going to be exploring what it means to be a sissy. I'm also going to be giving you assignments to be completed during the week. The assignments are carefully designed to suppress your male psyche, while allowing your true essence—your feminine side—to emerge. Understood?" Not wanting to appear stupid, Billy eagerly shook his head yes. In reality, he had no clue what she was talking about. Sissy therapy? He certainly was no sissy! Billy began to get a bad feeling and shifted uneasily in his seat.

"You should know that if you fail to carry out any assignment, I will happily turn you in and testify against you. Do I make myself clear?" As she spoke, she took Billy's chin in her hand and roughly forced his eyes to meet hers.

"Yes ma'am, Billy responded quickly, shocked at the unexpected physical contact This woman was nuts!

"Good! Now let's begin with your first assignment. Billy. What do sissies wear under their clothes?" Billy shrugged stupidly. Ms. Walker continued impatiently. "Well, sissies want to be as girlish as possible, right?"

"I guess so," Billy muttered. How was he supposed to know about sissies?

"And what do girls wear?"

Billy's mouth turned dry as he responded, "P-panties, I guess."

"Very good, Billy! Of course, pretty panties with lots of frilly lace and sweet little bows! So that's what you should wear, right!?" Ms. Walker grinned evilly, anticipating the reaction her words would have.

Billy stared at the woman, wide-eyed. "No way, Ms. Walker, if you're suggesting what I think you are, there's no way! I'm not wearing any stupid panties! Forget it! I'm no stinkin' sissy!"

"Billy, Billy, Billy. I thought we discussed this. You do everything I say, or I call the police." Ms. Walker picked up the phone and started dialing.

Billy leapt from his seat. "No, Ms. Walker! I-I'm sorry! I won't do that again. Please, give me another chance! Please."

Pausing, Ms Walker turned to Billy and intoned coldly, "That was your last chance—you won't get any more." Looking at the hatred in her eyes, Billy knew she was speaking the truth.

Brightening, Ms. Walker started again. "So, Billy. What do little sissies like you wear?"

"Pretty panties, Ms. Walker." Billy felt ridiculous just saying the words. He could feel his face redden in embarrassment.

"Good! I'm glad we got that cleared up. Now your assignment for the week is to wear frilly panties every day." Ms Walker paused to let the weight of her words descend on Billy. "But not just any panties. I want you to borrow them from your Mommy." Billy gasped.

Ms. Walker continued, her amusement evident in her voice. "I think it's important in sissy therapy to allow the patient to develop a closer bond with his mother. In fact, it's essential if the sissy is ever to break the chain of violence. Besides, I bet she has oodles of lovely panties." Ms. Walker saw that Billy was dying to tell her to go to hell, but couldn't. She had him trapped! A huge smile appeared on her face. "And Billy, don't try to take them without her knowing—that's not polite. Trust me, I'll know if you don't ask her. You'll report here before class each morning so that I can check to see that you completed your 'assignment.'" Ms. Walker then let him go, but not before teaching him how to do a rudimentary curtsey and demanding that perform one when entering or leaving her presence. "It's part of your therapy," she explained mockingly.

Billy slowly made his way home. He was in complete shock. What had he gotten himself into? Panties?!! He had seen the silly, horrible, lacy underwear his sister and mother wore, always leaving him thankful for his boxers. Having to wear girls' panties was terrible enough, but what was he going to tell his mother? Since the divorce, Billy and his mom hadn't been on the best of terms. She was always taking his sister's side in the almost daily squabbles between them. After his mother had caught him selling pictures of his sister in her underwear to his friends, she had barely spoken to him. His sister! That little bitch! He couldn't let Rachel find out or his life would be over!!

Throughout dinner on Sunday night, Billy desperately tried to think of some way out of his predicament. He couldn't tell his mother about what had happened at school or his efforts to avoid prison—she'd turn him in herself!. At supper, Billy merely toyed with his food, his appetite ruined. Beads of sweat formed on his forhead as he anticipated the inevitable task at hand. After what seemed like an eternity of internal struggle, and seeing no way out, Billy nervously approached his mother after the dinner dishes were cleared away. His mother sat knitting, while Rachel did her homework nearby.

"Mom, can I talk to you?" Billy's mouth was so dry, he could hardly get the words out. Beads of nervous sweat appeared on his brow. Ms. Smith had warily observed her son's approach. Over the summer, his behavior had become even more intolerable than usual. His "success" on the football field had only fueled his arrogance. Worse, his approaching puberty made her even more concerned that his current diminuitive size would soon give way and he would soon be physically larger than her and her daughter. She shuddered involuntarily at the thought of a larger, more aggressive Billy. She ruefully thought that he must want some money or to complain about some imagined slight from Rachel. Nothing could have prepared her for the ensuing conversation.

"Yes, Billy." What's on your mind?" Ms. Smith sighed and continued with her knitting.

"It's something I need to talk to you about in private." Billy glanced in his sister's direction.

"Oh, go ahead. Rachel's busy with her homework. She can't hear us anyway. What is this about?" Ms. Smith asked impatiently.

"Uhm, I need to ask a favor." Billy's tongue grew thick and his heart pounded as the moment of truth arrived. "I'd like to borrow a pair of your ....(cough) panties." Billy leaned in close, whispering the hated word.

Ms. Smith dropped her knitting, staring at her son in disbelief.. "You want to borrow a pair of my panties !!" Billy cringed at the volume at which she repeated his request. Sure enough, Rachel appeared in no time, sensing innately that something "good" was about to happen. Billy felt like crying, as his mother started laughing. "I'm sorry, Billy, I must have misunderstood you. I thought you asked to borrow a pair of my panties! Can you imagine? Now what is it you really wanted."

Billy stood, head bowed, as he answered, "Y-you heard right, Mom" Rachel fell to the floor laughing, grabbing at her sides. "This is too good," she cried.

Ms. Smith tried to stifle her laughter. "Why on earth would a fifteen year old boy want to borrow his mother's panties. What are you planning to do with them?" she asked suspiciously.

Billy reddened even more as he answered, "I was going to—you know— wear them." Rachel's renewed laughter caused him to cringe visibly.

"What a pansy! I knew all that macho stuff was an act. You're just a little girly-boy who wants to wear his mommy's panties!! This is too perfect!!"

Billy reddened and simply hung his head. Ms. Smith was mystified. Why did her jock son want to wear her panties? He was clearly upset about it. Although her first reaction was a resounding "no", she was more than a little curious. Besides—it was the first time in months she had the upper hand with her son. She decided it was payback time. "Well, dearie , this is certainly a change. Rachel, it seems our star quarterback is really a cheerleader at heart. Imagine! Billy—a prissy little pantywaist. Let's go see what we can find.for the new girl in the family." Ms. Smith roughly led her sniffling son to her well-appointed bedroom. Rachel gaily skipped behind.

"Can I help, Mother?"

"Of course dear. You can give me your advice. I never selected panties for a sissy before," she giggled derisively. Rachel clapped her hands with glee. "Now Billy, you sit on the bed while Rachel and I find something...appropriate for you. After all, a boy's first panties should be special, don't you agree?" The two females conspiratorially giggled as they bent over Ms. Smith's rather large panty drawer. As he dried his tears, Billy could see them holding up various colored panties, whispering and giggling all the while. Finally, the two turned toward Billy, their eyes gleaming.

"Okay Billy. Let's see how these look on you."

"What do you mean, Mom?"

"Well, we have to see them on you, silly! Lucky for you that we're almost the same size. Go into the bathroom and put these on. Take everything else off so we can get the full effect." She quickly herded the hapless boy into her bathroom and shut the door. Turning to her daughter, Ms. Smith shrugged and burst out laughing.

"Come out right now Billy, you've been in there long enough." Billy stared in horror at the full-length mirror and winced. He looked—and felt— ridiculous. It was like a horrible nightmare. He couldn't count the number of times he had teased his sister about her girly things. He had sneeered in disgust while his mother and sister prattled on about some "cute" this, or some "adorable" that. Now, he was the one wearing the feminine fluff. Slowly he turned the doorknob and entered the bedroom, eyes downcast.

"Oh Mom!! Doesn't Billy look adorable in his panties!!"

"He does look sweet, doesn't he. Wearing those panties always made me feel so feminine. I bet you feel the same way, don't you darling," Billy remained silent as his sister and mother snickered.

"Mom, I can't get the full effect with Billy slouched over like that. Billy, put your right hand on your hip, and hold your other hand like this."

Rachel adopted a exaggeratedly feminine pose. When Billy merely snarled at her, his mother intervened angrily. "If you want to borrow my things, you do what your sister says—now!"

Billy groaned as he imitated his sister's pose. FLASH! Billy blinked in horror. His sister had a camera!!

"Smile pretty, dearie!!," Billy's mother laughed. We all know how much you like taking pictures. Now it's your turn to be the model! Billy was forced to pose like a lingerie ad model as his sister snapped photo after photo of Billy in panties. Worse, Ms. Smith insisted that he wear a big smile. "After all, this was all your idea!" she warned. When Billy had thought he could endure no more, Rachel approached him with her hands behind her back. With a flourish, she produced a full, bloomer style panty, covered with rows of lace. At the waistband was a large satin bow, in pink like the rest of the garment.

"Mom got these for a costume party, but we both thought you'd love them."

"That's right . Just perfect for your first pair of panties! Enjoy!

"But Mom!" Billy whined.

"But Mom, nothing! You asked to borrow my panties, and these are the ones I'm lending you. Stop complaining!" Billy slumped in defeat as his mother continued, "Now do you want to borrow a pretty bra, too?" Billy fled the room with the hated panties in his hand, his mother's and sister's mocking laughter ringing in his ears. Billy knew his relationship with the two would never be the same.

As she drifted off to sleep, Ms. Smith smiled as she recalled the evening's surprising turn of events. The sight of her boisterous, formerly "Mr. Macho" son, posing like a pinup in her undies was priceless. Ms. Smith figured it must be some type of prank or something. Billy and his friends were always making childish bets—he must have lost the latest one. Nonetheless, Ms. Smith couldn't but think how much fun she and Rachel had had. It certainly was nice to have Billy under their thumbs for a change.

Meanwhile, in the next bedroom, Rachel couldn't sleep. She was too excited by the sense of power she felt as her older brother minced around in lacy underthings under her command and that of her mother. She couldn't wait to see the pictures she took! Her asshole brother wasn't so tough tonight. She fell asleep imagining forcing Billy to model his mother's dresses.

The occupant in the next bedroom also couldn't sleep—although for a much different reason. Billy was seething. The events at school were bad enough, but he hadn't anticipated the "fun" his mother and sister would have with him. He had never been so humiliated in his life. Worse, he was sure that Ms. Walker had plenty more "sissy therapy" to go. Billy was worried sick by the thought. What would his teammates say if they knew their quarterback was prancing around in panties—his mother's at that! And Rachel and her camera! He'd get even with her, he thought bitterly.

The following day, Billy slowly walked toward Ms. Walker's office, imagining every eye was on him. Although his mother's panties couldn't be seen, the rows of ruffles made the seat of his pants stick out. At breakfast, his mother and sister had insisted on checking to see that he was, in fact, wearing "his" panties, and now Ms. Walker was about to do the same thing.

Billy entered Ms. Walker's office and dropped into a nervous curtsey, as Ms. Walker had instructed the Friday before. "How's our sissy today," she asked, amused by the show of compelled submission. "Did we do our assignment?" As Billy expected, she insisted that he drop his pants. "Why, Billy, darling, they're simply precious.! The bow is just—you !" she teased. "I must admit. I'm surprized. I thought you'd pick a pair that were a little less...girly." After fluffing up the ruffles and straightening the bow on the waistband, Ms. Walker allowed Billy to pull up his pants.

Billy did so quickly, mortified that someone would walk in. As she reclined in her office chair, Ms. Walker had Billy describe the activities of the prior evening. As she laughingly asked Billy questions about the experience, Billy tearfully recounted the evening's events. After receiving a warning that he should continue to wear the panties the rest of the week "or else", he was allowed to curtsey and leave. As Billy made his way out the office door, he met Cindy, who was apparently coming for an appointment with Ms. Walker.

"Well, if it isn't loverboy. I understand you're undergoing a little "therapy", eh Billy? You know, it must be working. You look different already ...like you've got a pretty little secret!"

She knew!! Ms. Walker must have told her. "Great! Billy thought, it'll be all over school in no time!!"

The rest of the day was a disaster. Try as he might, Billy couldn't concentrate on his work. The ruffled panties tickled him and served as a constant reminder of his predicament. Worse, Billy saw Cindy with her pack of friends during lunch. As Cindy pointed at him, the girls looked at Billy and broke out laughing. "Great" thought Billy. "Just great."

At home, things didn't improve much. Billy rushed to his room and put on his own underwear. What a relief!! Even though he was out of the hateful panties, the teasing continued. His bratty sister kept calling him "pantywaist." When he yelled at her to shut up in his usual fashion, Billy's mother had snidely replied that since it was true, he had to learn to live with the name. At dinner, Ms. Smith and Rachel wanted to hear all about his day in panties... "Did they make you feel pretty?" "Did you wish you had a matching bra?" "Did you play with the ruffles and bow in class?" "Did you let any boys see them?" Billy's mother produced the pictures of Billy's "fashion show" that she had developed. Rachel and Ms. Smith argued over which was the most adorable, until Billy grabbed one of the pictures and tore it up in frustration. His mother simply grinned and said, "Don't worry, panty boy. I've got lots more copies stashed away! Maybe we'll distribute copies at the next football practice." Rachel and Ms. Smith guffawed as Billy pleaded with them not to show the pictures to anyone.

Finally, supper was over and Billy's mother decided that she and Rachel extracted as much amusement from the situation as possible. "Well Billy, you've had your gay little escapade. Now if you'll kindly return my undies, we can get back to normal around here."

Billy wanted nothing more than to comply with his mother's request. He was sick and tired of the teasing he was getting from his sister and his mom—he resolved to make them pay. Instead, with his sister looking on in obvious amusement, Billy heard himself ask if he could borrow the panties the rest of the week.

Billy's mother looked at him with a sneer. She thought that after what they had put Billy through, no red-blooded boy would ever want to see another pair of panties, much less wear them. "That must have been one hell of a bet," she mused. No matter. She and Rachel would just continue their fun.

"Oh dear, I was afraid that once you wore panties you'd never go back!! Of course you can borrow them. I wouldn't dream of depriving my little girl," she mocked, as Rachel giggled. "Of course, every girl must learn how to rinse out her pretties so they'll be nice and fresh! With that she grabbed Billy and led him to his bathroom, where she instructed him in the fine art of hand- washing lingerie. Chuckling at the look of disgust on her son's face as he had to handle the hated garment, she thought wistfully that it would be nice if she could always control him this easily. "There!" she exclaimed happily as he finished.

The next day Billy was sitting in an empty classroom between classes, lost in thought over his current predicament. Preoccupied with the sudden turn his life had taken, Billy didn't see Cindy and her pack of friends approaching.

"Well if it isn't our little therapy patient. I must say Billy, it must be working. Your attitude seems ever so much better." Cindy's friends giggled at her joke and gathered around to watch the fun.

Billy reddened at the mention of his therapy. "You set me up, you bitch! I didn't assault you and you know it!" Billy spat.

"Oh, I know that Billy," Cindy said sweetly. But do you think the police will take your word over the word of all these eye witnesses?" The girls broke into gales of laughter.

"But why?" Billy plead sorrowfully, knowing that she was right. "Why me?"

"Billy, darling... did you think you could talk about me behind my back and get away with it? You pig!! I guess we'll see who's a "Miss Priss" now won't we? Now," Cindy said brightly, "since it's just us girls here, let's have a little fashion show. Let's see what the school's starting quarterback wears under his jeans.."

"Cindy, no!"

"Now Billy, you don't want me to have a chat with Ms. Walker, do you? Now do it!!" Cindy barked.

Billy grimaced in frustration at his predicament. He dared not antagonize Cindy, since she and Ms. Walker held his future in their hands. Billy simply stared at the tops of his shoes.

Grinning in triumph, Cindy undid Billy's pants and roughly pulled them down, exposing the hated panties."Oh my!" Cindy exclaimed in mock amazement. "It looks like our star athlete is a litttle girl at heart!." As her friends dissolved in laughter at the formerly macho-boy in frilly pink panties, Cindy continued, "What darling panties. Wherever did you get them?" she asked sweetly. "What's that ? I couldn't hear you. They're your mother's! What a lucky boy you are to have a mother willing to lend you such pretty things," she mocked. I think most mothers would be shocked if their sons asked to borrow their daintiest undies. Your Mother must realize that you're really more girl than boy!" The teasing continued until the bell rang. Almost in tears, Billy yanked up his jeans and ran to his next class as fast as he could.

The rest of the week didn't go much better for Billy. Billy had started changing into his football uniform in a stall in the boys restroom to avoid discovery of his secret. He prayed that Cindy and her friends would keep quiet. Some of the guys teased him about not dressing in the locker room, but Billy nervously tried to play it down.

At home, his mother and sister continued to press their newfound advantage. One night, his mother had demanded that he wash the dishes, a job previously done only by the women in the house. His mother had teased, "I know you've always considered dishwashing women's work, but considering your new taste in undies, I think the job's perfect for you, don't you? Now get to it!" Then Rachel had offered him a gaily-wrapped package. "Go on, open it!!," she insisted. Initially excited at receiving a present, Billy tore open the package and extracted a sheer, heavily ruffled, pink bib apron. His shoulder's slumped in defeat as he held it up. As Ms. Smith quickly placed it over the head of the stunned youth and tied the sash roughly behind him in large bow, she explained, "Rachel and I saw this apron and we both thought of you. Isn't that funny? There! Sissy boy is all set. Sissies just love to help in the kitchen, don't they dearie?" "Seeing that his mother expected an answer. Billy groaned meekly, "Yes, ma'am."

"Now don't be a grump. And remember to use the rubber gloves!! We must protect our dainty hands!!" After the females stopped laughing at their own joke, the two kept up a running commentary about Billy.

"Doesn't Billy look darling in his new apron? I knew he'd love it. Judging from his choice in panties, he'd like anything with ribbons and bows." "He does have extremely feminine tastes, doesn't he." "I always knew he was a big sissy." "Yes, it's so nice that he's finally `out'". At first, Billy tried to ignore his tormentors, knowing that they were deliberately trying to embarrass him. In no time, however, their barbs had found their mark.

When Billy could stand the torment no more, he exclaimed, "Shut up! I'm not a stupid sissy. I'm not and you know it!!"

"Whatever you say, Billy. By the way, I think your panties are dry," his mother smirked. Billy knew it was a losing cause. As long as Ms. Walker made him wear those damn panties, there was no way he could get his mother and sister off this "sissy" kick.

The following night, Billy's mother and sister approached him after he finished the dishes—the job was apparently his now—and he was hanging his mother's panties to dry after washing them. When he saw them, Billy backed away in fear, knowing that the two were up to no good.

"Brother dear, we know what a trying week it's been, admitting the truth about yourself, and expressing it in your most intimate garments." Billy heard his little sister snicker. "Well anyway, Mom and I both thought you'd have sweet dreams in this! Billy recoiled in horror. It was a floor length pink peignoir set with billowy sleeves and bows everywhere. "What do you think?"

"I think you're both crazy!! There's no way I'm wearing that get-up!! It's disgusting. Get it away from me, you twit."

Ms. Smith looked at her daughter in mock amazement. "Oh dear! I'm afraid we've made a huge mistake. How could we have been so wrong? We're so sorry, Billy." Billy's mother quickly snatched the wet panties from the shower rod and headed to her room.

Not expecting his mother's actions, Billy began to panic. He had to get those panties back. As he ran after her, he yelled, "Uh, wait a minute, Mom! I didn't mean to get upset. It's just .. that.."

"What ?"she demanded testily, wheeling around to face her son, her hands on her hips.

"Well, it's just that I'm not a sissy like you and Rachel keep saying. I just wanted to try wearing panties for a couple of days, you know..."

"Frankly, I don't know Billy. I think it's time to bring your little cross- dressing experiment to a close." She wheeled around as she continued to her room.

"Mom, no! I mean I'll wear the nightgown!!"

"Absolutel not! You had your chance! Now leave us alone."

"Billy's mind was reeling. If he showed up tomorrow without the panties he'd be toast! "Mom, please!! I'm really sorry. Please let me wear your nightgown. It's really ...pretty!"

"I don't know..." Ms. Smith bit her fingernail and appeared pensive. "This set is so frilly and feminine, no real boy would ever wear such a sissy thing. Anyone who would wear this must be a real girl at heart!!"

"N-No Mom! It's perfect! Really!! I can't wait to put it on," Billy pleaded as if his life depended on it.

Ms. Smith smiled victoriously. Rachel had guessed right. For whatever reason, her son was desperate about wearing her panties to school. He was already doing the dishes in a prissy apron. Now he was going to wear the most feminine garment in her closet. She didn't know how far she could push Billy, but she was certainly going to find out! She and Rachel were enjoying themselves way too much to let an opportunity like this go by—particularly after what Billy had put them through. Rachel decided to join in the fun. "Then say it panty-boy. Tell us what a sissy you are!"

Rachel and her mother looked at Billy expectantly. "Okay! Okay!! I- I'm a- sissy, Billy announced in a sing-song voice. Satisfied?!" Billy knew immediately that they weren't as they began to walk away. "Wait," he shouted desperately. "I'm a big sissy! I love to wear frilly panties and things. I've always wanted to wear a pretty nighty to bed!"

"Well, if you insist! Rachel, why don't you help your brother into his new nighty and meet me in my bedroom."

As Ms. Smith left, Rachel advanced on her brother like a predator approaching wounded prey. "Come on, Sissy dear. Let's make you all pretty."

"Oh shut up, Rachel! Just give me the stupid thing and get out of here!"

"Tut! Tut! Brother dear. Better watch your mouth before I call Mom back." Billy knew that she had a point and held his tongue. "That's better Sissy, . I can't wait to see you in this. As Rachel helped him into the peignoir and matching panties, she continued the assault on his fragile ego: "Well, Mr. Bigshot, don't you look just precious. Look at you! You're just a big soft girly! I can't wait to tell my friends. They won't believe me...especially Jane. She used to think you were cute. Wait until she finds out that you wear nightgowns prettier than hers!" Rachel dissolved in laughter. As Rachel led her sissified brother downstairs, he pleaded with her not to tell anyone. In no time, Billy found himself in his mother's bedroom.

"Oh how sweet!! "Ms. Smith exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight. Your father bought me that as an anniversary present one year. I can't imagine what he was thinking—it's ridiculously prissy. But it looks great on you, Billy!" she laughed. "See for yourself." Billy glumly looked in his mother's full-length mirror and cringed. He looked like some kind of fag, he thought ruefully. The nightgown was even worse than those awful panties of his mother's. It was floor length and both gown and peignoir consisted of layers and layers of sheer material held together by satin bows.. Billy had never seen his mother wear it—or anything like it!

Noting her son's sour look, Ms. Smith warned her son to smile pretty... or else. As Billy planted a fake smile on his face, his sister started with the camera again. More pictures!! As Rachel forced her brother into one feminine pose after another, Ms. Smith appeared with a pair of pink slippers with a slight heel and a large bow on the front. " Here Billy. These go with the set! "

Reluctantly, Billy slid his feet into the slippers. Even though the heels were only about an inch high, he had difficulty walking. "Just think!! Your first nightgown and your first heels, all in one night," Billy's mother enthused. Now let's get a pretty snapshot to send to Bill Sr. I'm sure that he'll be excited to see that someone's enjoying his gift, even if it's his sissy son!! The two women laughed as Billy begged them not to send the pictures to his father.

"Well, let's just see how coooperative you are during the school year," his mother threatened.

At school the next day, Billy was met by Cindy and her clique as he emerged from Ms.Walker's office. After laughingly feeling the ruffled seat of his panties under his jeans, she handed him a pink lunch bag. "Here's your lunch, dearie. Don't let me see you eating anything else!" she said mysteriously, as she wheeled and strode away.

In the lunchroom, Billy glumly took his place with his football teammates. He was starved, and he guessed (accurately) that his lunch would be less than hearty.

"Hey Billy! Nice lunch bag. You know, it's just our luck to have a fag for a quarterback."

Billy mumbled an excuse about running out of brown bags at home, all the while cursing Bob Hayward for directing everyone's attention to it. Bob was a large, muscular lineman who had made it clear that he didn't like Billy and that he had no business being the team's quarterback. Billy was truly afraid of the loud-mouthed bully. Bob's barbs continued as Billy extracted a grapefruit half and a diet soft drink. Billy's other teammates, who knew of Billy's struggles to keep weight on his small frame, looked at him quizzically. Billy tried to ignore them in the hopes that they would find a new victim to taunt when he heard a voice that sent chills down his spine.

"Hi, Bob. Hi, guys. Ready for the game on Friday?" It was Cindy. Bob flexed his pecs and eyed Cindy lustily. Cindy gave him a sexy smile. "Oh, hi, Billy" she said, pretending to notice him for the first time. Making an obvious visual inventory of Billy's meager lunch, she exclaimed excitedly, "How sweet! You're on the diet, too! All us cheerleaders are on it!" As Billy stared at Cindy blankly, wondering what she was up to. Cindy feigned exasperation as she reaced into her book bag and displayed the cover of "Teen Girl" magazine with a flourish. Billy felt sick as among the girlishly- titled articles he made out, "Wiggle your way into that darling back to school dress on our exclusive grapefruit and soda diet!" Horrified at what his teammates must be thinking, Bill began making hurried denials that fell on deaf ears as his teammates picked up their trays and left the table, glaring inquisitively at Bily as they did so.

When they were alone, Cindy smiled derisively at Billy. "Oh, no! I may have given your teamates the wrong impression," she mocked. As Billy seethed in silence, Cindy continued, "This is what you'll be having for lunch and dinner until I say otherwise. Just to make sure, we'll have some surprise weigh-in's to make sure yhe you're not cheating on your diet. After all, you want to be able to"wiggle into" your new school dresses , don't you" she laughed. Billy's face burned in frustration.

That evening, Billy's sister had teased him about his new diet.

Billy's mother had remarked that she thought it was "adorable" that Billy was concerned about his figure. She even suggested aerobics at the health club with her and the"other girls."

Later, Billy stood at the sink in his jeans and t-shirt, trussed in his June Cleaver apron, finishing the evening's dishes. On his head, he now sported a new headband with a large white bow, courtesy of Rachel. Billy knew how ridiculous he must look, and his sister's hilarity confirmed it. Billy bitterly thought to himself that he had never seen his sister so happy. As he was finishing up, Ms. Smith approaced Billy, a wine bottle in her hand and an evil gleam in her eye. Billy got a feeling of dread as she fixed his eyes with hers.

"Billy, Buffy Harrington is having a group of girls from the club over and she's out of wine. Be a sweetie and run this over to her."

"But Mom! It's still daylight! I can't go outside like this!" Billy gestured wildly at his apron and hair bow.

"Of course you can't silly!" Billy's mother soothed. Billy sighed a huge sigh of relief as his mother continued. "Imagine, a boy going out in an apron to a neighbor's house," she chuckled. Don't be ridiculous." Ms. Smith helped Billy out of his apron and folded it neatly. "You've got to be presentable before you go out in public!" Grinning widely, Rachel entered the room. Billy panicked when he saw that she was carrying an armload of things, obviously intended for him. As Billy tried to run, his mother quickly grabbed his arm and spun him around. Delivering a swat to his bottom, she reminded him that the panties he was wearing could disappear at any time. Once again, the threat worked its magic as Billy slumped in defeat.

Rachel could hardly contain her excitement as she prepared her brother for his errand. She knew that their private joke was about to go public. Billy's reign as the neighborhood terror was about to come to an humiliating end.

Billy pleaded with his mother as Rachel slipped a pair of pink girls' Ked's on his feet. "Please, Mom!! No!! I can't go outside in girls' clothes!! Everyone will see me! How will I be able to explain it? Please! If the guys find out, I'll be dead!! I'll do whatever you say! "

Ms. Smith ignored Billy's tearful pleas and merely cackled as she buttoned a fluffy pink wool cardigan over his t-shirt. Billy cringed in horror as he recognized it as one of his mother's. It was covered with appliqued bows and was horribly feminine. As she buttoned the last pearl button under his chin, Ms. Smith stared into her son's fear-filled eyes.

"You're darn right you'll do whatever we say." As a final touch she removed Billy's hairbow and replaced it with a girl's straw boater with a ribbon around the crown. "There! You look just perfect! A darling sissy boy out for a neighborhood errand."

As Billy continued his desperate protests, Rachel and Ms. Smith pushed him toward the door. After a giggle and a final shove, Billy found himself outside. with the wine in his hand Frantically trying the door, Billy found it locked. As he pounded on the door, he could hear the laughter of his sister and mother. Realizing finally that he had no choice, Billy started toward the end of the block where Ms. Harrington lived. Billy considered ripping off the hateful sweater, hat and shoes, but he could feel the eyes of his mother and sister on him as he walked toward Ms. Harrington's. Billy knew the penalty for failing to play his part in his mother and sister's game would be jail. No, he'd simply have to get this over as fast as possible.

As he made his way down the street, Billy imagined the mirthful stares of the neighbors who happened to see him as he walked by. But what was worse was the thought of facing Ms. Harrington in his sissy get-up. Billy and his friends had played some pranks on the pretty, but overbearing divorcee during the summer, and he was not happy to be returning to the scene of the crime. As Billy approached the well-maintained house, he saw the parked cars of Ms. Harrington's guests. This was going to be the worst day of his life, Billy thought bitterly. Despite his fervent wishes to the contrary, Billy soon found himself at the door. Shaking with nervousness, Billy knocked quietly on the door. Before he had finished knocking, the door flung open and he stood face to face with Buffy Harrington.

"Billy! Your mother called and said you were on your way over with the wine. She's so thoughtful. But don't just stand there, come in!" Ms. Harrington grabbed Billy's arm and propelled him into the living room where her guests were assembled. Billy found himself in the middle of a group of slightly tipsy country club matrons, out for a "girl's night out" at Buffy's.

"Girls!" Ms. Harrington exclaimed. "Look who's here! It's our resident star athlete with the wine. You all remember Billy... he "egged" everyone's car the last time we got together. And doesn't he look darling. What a cute hat! And that sweet little sweater! Is that your mother's? I've always loved that on her. I never thought I'd see it on you! Turn around and let us see." Billy glumly turned around as the women roared their amusement. As Billy meekly stood with his head bowed, the mocking comments started. "Is this what all the macho football players are wearing this year? "I wish I could get my daughter to wear pretty things like Billy's...she's into the grunge look." "Isn't this precious? Imagine ...a boy wearing such a feminine sweater!" "No real boy would ever wear such a dainty thing!" Finally, Ms. Harrington interrupted the reverie.

"Billy! That color pink really does something for you...and it gives me an idea. I was just getting some things together for the resale shop, and there's an outfit I know you'll adore. Stay right there! Ms. Harrington hurried out of the room, leaving him to the giggles and whispers of her friends. Ms. Harrington quickly returned, wearing a huge grin and carrying a bundle of things. "Billy, slip this on and see how it fits."

Billy blanched when he saw what Ms. Harrington was referring to. It was a dress—hot pink with large white polka dots! Billy unconsciously backed toward the door, as he muttered,"N-no thanks, Ms. Harrington. I think you've got the wrong idea. I-I don't wear dresses and stuff like that. I just put on this sweater because I was cold and it was the closest thing handy. Really!"

Ms. Harrington smirked as another woman blocked his escape."Right- -and I suppose that darling hat and those pretty tennis shoes were "handy," too. No, I think we have a sissy boy on our hands. Don't you agree girls?" The women loudly concurred. "Now stop your act this second, girly, and put on this dress. Girls!"

To Billy's horror, several of the laughing women held him while Ms. Harrington undid his pants, revealing his panties. "So you're 'all boy', huh? Only a true sissy would wear these! " In no time the women had Billy stripped to his panties. Billy was horrified and tried to hide himself. This only amused the ladies more. Worse, Billy felt himself becoming aroused. The women quickly noticed and their taunts intensified. "Oh, look!! He really loves this! What a pansy!"

As tears began to trickle down his face, Ms. Harrington bore down on him, the dress in her hands. As she pulled it over Billy's head, she kept up a sarcastic commentary: "Now Billy, I just know you're going to love this dress as much as I have. I'm afraid I just don't have the figure for it anymore," she sighed. "But you! With your boyish hips and those pretty shoulders, it will be perfect on you. Now let me tie this halter. There! You look simply adorable. Don't you love the built in petticoat in the skirt? It really adds fullness. But we're not done yet.! Here are the accessories. First, a pretty pair of high-heeled pumps. There we go! And these button earrings go perfectly with the bubblegum necklace and bracelet! And last but not least, matching polka dot gloves with a cute bow at the wrist. Done!! You look like the perfect country club sissy, ready for lunch with the girls!!" The room erupted in raucous laughter.

For the next hour, Ms. Harrington forced Billy to join in the party. "After all," she mocked, you 'look the part.' All of the conversation was directed at Billy "So Billy darling, what do you think of the fall fashions? I bet you just love the classic sweater sets that are in again.. They're so femmy and pretty. Of course, you'll need pearls to wear with them. Since you seem to be so fond of your mother's things, maybe she'll lend you hers!"

One overweight woman stuffed into an expensive cocktail dress changed the subject: "Billy, dear, do you have a boyfriend yet?" As the girls snickered, Billy exclaimed,"Of course not! I'm no homo! I like girls!"

"Oh, Billy ,sweetheart! It's time you woke up and smelled the pansies! What girl is going to go out with a boy who wears his mommy's sweaters and lacy panties? Believe me, girls want a real man, not some kind of sissy! Face it. Your dates are going to be wearing the pants from now on." Buffy grinned as she saw Billy wither under her hateful words.

As Billy tried to protest, another socialite started in: "Billy, what do the boys on your football team think about your preference for girl's clothes? The women smirked at the panicked look on Billy's face at the mention of his teammates.

Billy began to plead. "No, please don't tell anyone ! Please, you've got to promise. They'll kill me!" As Billy jumped to his feet, he felt the rustle of his petticoats.

"Now, now, Billy. All us girls have little secrets...and we'll keep yours.. At least for the time being." Buffy paused and appeared thoughtful. "I tell you what. Do they still introduce the teams before the football games?" As Billy nodded glumly, she continued. "Well, when they introduce the star quarterback, I want you to drop into a little curtsey. Won't that be sweet?" The ladies roared their approval. "I bet you already know how to curtsey, don't you?" she mocked. Billy cringed as the ladies forced him to demonstrtate. After the women gushed their goodbyes, Billy found himself running home in his new dress.

Billy's heart was pounding as he closed the door of his house behind him. "Well, look, Rachel! Our little girl has returned! But doesn't she look all grown up in her new dress!" Ms. Smith and her daughter delighted in forcing Bill to recount the evening's events. Billy conveniently left out the part about the curtsey. After the pair memorialized the evening on film, Billy was allowed to don his nighty and go to bed. As he crawled into bed , Ms, Smith hung Billy's new on the front of his closet door."I'll lend you one of my padded dress hangers until you get your own, dearie!"

Friday was to have been one the biggest day's in Billy's life—the day of the first home football game of the season. Billy should have been excited, but he was utterly miseable. He knew the team had to win the game to have a shot at the conference title. Although the opposing team was one that they should ordinarily beat, Billy's performance at quarterback had gone decidely downhill. He was nervous and his "therapy" prevented him from concentrating on football. Moreover, his new diet left him without any energy. His practices had been terrible. Even the mid-day pep rally failed to lift his spirits. Despite his efforts to ignore them, Billy couldn't help but notice Cindy's mocking looks as she led the cheers.

Immediately after school, Billy made his way to Ms. Walker's office, hoping that the "session" would be short, and he could concentrate on the game. After the obligatory curtsey, he sank sullenly into the chair opposite Ms. Walker's desk. "Well, Billy, this has certainly been an exciting week. Already it's time for a new assignment. Can you believe it?"

When Billy made some desultory comment under his breath, Ms. Walker stood up and came around her desk until she was standing directly in front of Billy. " What was that, Billy? Do you have something to say? " Ms. Walker's tone was angry.

" No ma'am. "

" Good. Let's discuss your week, shall we?"

" Oh, Ms. Walker, it was just terrible. My mother and sister made fun of me, and they both think that I am some kind of pansy. Now my mom is even making me do the dishes. My sister is always teasing me-she says I'm a big sissy! It's awful. Please Ms. Walker, don't make me continue this. I'm sorry! Really am I am." Billy's tears and pleas were genuine.

" There, there, Billy. There's no need to get upset. The initial stages of therapy are always difficult. You are experiencing life in a new way and challenging old notions of behavior. It's only natural that you are suffering some anxiety and embarrassment. That simply indicates that the therapy is working. I'm glad to hear that your mother and sister are actively assisting in your therapy. My experience is that sissy therapy is much more effective when the entire family is involved. It makes it much more ... special. In fact, in this kind of therapy, family members often have an instinctive knack of knowing what the sissy therapy patient really needs. You should thank them for helping you. Besides your sister's right- -you are a sissy, whether you care to admit it or not! "

Billy slumped into his chair even further.

Ms. Walker continued maliciously, " For this week's assignment, I want you to go on a little shopping expedition. After seeing how much you enjoyed wearing your mother's panties this week, I think you should go shopping for your own." Ms. Walker noted the look of dismay on Billy's face as she went on: "That's right. I want you to select an entire wardrobe of the laciest, frilliest panties you can find. Something appropriate for someone like you. Be sure to tell the salesperson who they're for. And you might as well throw your old underwear away-you won't be needing them anymore. " Ms. Walker grinned down at the hapless youth. "And Billy," she added. "Good luck in the game tonight."

The atmosphere was electric at the stadium that night. The notes of the school fight song wafted in the crisp autumn air as the cheerleaders whipped the spectators into a frenzy. After a fevered pep talk by the coach, the moment Billy had been dreading arrrived. Billy knew what he had to do. Buffy Harrington and her friends were in the stands—he had heard them calling to him during warm-ups. After school, Billy had even arrived home to find a "good luck" bouquet of pansies from Buffy. He steeled himself.

"And, now, ladies and genlemen...starting at quarterback..number fourteen...Billy Smith! The crowd roared as Billy jogged through the column of kicking cheerleaders toward the fifty yard line where his teamamates were assembled. What the cheering crowd couldn't see was the grimace on Billy's face as he turned toward the Home stands and dropped into a curtsey—nervous and hurried —but a distinctive curtsey nonetheless. Billy heard the roar change to a confused murmur as he huddled with his team. When his angry teammates demanded an explanation, Billy told them it was a joke. As he came off the field, the coach gave him an inquisitive glare.

After the kickoff, Billy crouced behind the center to receive the snap. As he did so, the taunting by the other team began. "Hey, look, guys!! It's the fairy quarterback!! Hey, faggot!! You curtsey better than my sister!! Billy heard similar catcalls from the Visitors' stands: "How about another curtsey, girly! You should be a cheerleader, not a quarterback!" Billy even saw the cheerleaders for the other team blowing kisses at him and making limp- wristed gestures at him, to the loud laughter of the crowd.

A few plays later, Billy was on the receiving end of a vicious hit."Go home and play with your dollies, sissy boy! And take the rest of your team of fairies with you.!" Billy's teammates glared angrily at Billy, having been implicated in his traiterous, effeminate act

On his way home from the game, Billy felt like crying. His team had lost by forty points, virtually eliminating any possibility of the conference title. Worse, the loss had been Billy's fault. With the taunts and hateful names echoing in his ears, he had thrown no fewer than six interceptions. While the rest of the team played well, it wasn't enough to overcome Billy's turnovers. After the game, the coach had exploded at Billy, railing that in all his years of coaching, he had never seen such a poor performance by a quarterback. The rest of the team had echoed his sentiments.

As Billy slumped in the car, his mother and sister relished in the blow to Billy's male ego. "Well, I don't know what the fuss is," his mother said. "It's just a stupid football game. Besides, those big boys were mean to you. Even after your darling curtsey. I must say, that came as a bit of a surprize. I'm afraid the people in the stands think you're a bit of a sissy," she mocked.

Rachel chimed in, "Well I think Billy should be a cheerleader, anyway. Whoever heard of a pantywaist quarterback!"

Billy was too distressed to even respond to his sister and mother. He just wanted to crawl into a big hole and die. Tears welled in his eyes at the humiliation of it all.

The next morning, Billy slowly rolled out of bed. Trying to forget the previous night's disaster, his thoughts turned mournfully to his most recent sissy "assignment". Billy only had a dollar or two in his piggy bank, and he would have to ask his mother for money. The trick was to not let on what the money was for. His sister and mother would never let him live it down if they knew he had bought girls' panties for himself. Billy involuntarily shuddered at the thought. No, he'd have to keep them hidden from his two tormentors. Then he could return his mother's panties, and after a few days, things could get back to normal at home. He'd tell his mom and sister what they could do with their damn nighty! Billy began to feel a little better. Maybe he could even bring his teammates around. Billy's mood began to brighten.

That morning, as he was doing the dishes, Billy broached the subject with his mother. " Mom, I need to pick up a few things at to the mall today. May I borrow some money please? "

"It depends dear. What are you shopping for?"

Billy reddened at the thought of his intended purchase. He stammered and stuttered, finally blurting out, " Just some things. " He cringed, hoping his mother had not heard the anxiety in his voice.

Ms. Smith raised one eyebrow suspiciously. What was her son up to? She wondered if his intended shopping trip had something to do with his unusual request earlier in the week. Surely he wasn't going to buy girls' things. Not after the way she and Rachel had teased him all week. Not after his embarrasssment at the football game. He was acting awfully nervous, though. Although ordinarily she would never have given him money without knowing exactly what he was going to buy, she decided to play along. "Well, here's some cash. You can also use this store credit card if they have what you're looking for." She handed him an ornately embossed credit card bearing the name "La Femme." Billy vaquely recalled seeing the name on a storefront in the mall, but had never been inside.

Cautiously, he inquired, " What kind of things do they have there? " "Oh, they have lots of things I know you'd love," she said mysteriously.

Momentarily appeased, Billy stuck the credit card and cash in his back pocket and continued with the dishes. Ms. Smith just smiled to herself, anxious for the day to unfold.

Later that morning, Billy rode his bike to the nearby shopping mall. Already trembling with nervousness, he selected a large department store to make his purchase. Billy planned to wander around the men's department, make his way over to the girls department, make the purchase and get out. Billy patted his pocket to assure himself that the money was still there and began to panic. The money! It was gone! He searched all his pockets. He must have lost it on the ride over!! His mother would never give him any more money this weekend. Billy was starting to gasp for breath as his hand found the familiar shape of the credit card. He breathed a momentary sigh of relief. "I hope this place sells girls underwear," Billy thought to himself.

Billy started searching for the store whose name matched that on the credit card. When he found it, he immediately wished he hadn't. It was a store for just for girls!! Suddenly, Billy remembered where he had heard the name before. This was where his mother shopped for Rachel when she needed clothes for special occasions. Billy 's knees weakened and he collapsed on a bench near the entrance to the store. Billy watched in dismay as countless mothers and daughters entered the store looking for that perfect party dress or accessory. Billy moaned audibly. How could he have lost the money!! Ultimately, only the memory of Ms. Walker with her hand on the telephone gave Billy the strength to go inside the store.

Once inside, Billy was assaulted with the sheer femininity of the exclusive store. Any normal male would have felt instantly uncomfortable, and Billy surely did. Everywhere, girls younger than Billy were busily picking out things to try on under the watchful eyes of their mothers. Billy was so lost in thought that he did not even notice the tall, severely dressed sales person approach him from behind.

Doris Gladstone had seen Billy enter the store moments earlier. Forced to work after a nasty divorce, Doris was generally bored to tears helping the rich, spoiled girls who shopped there, resentful that she even had to work at all. She particularly hated the brothers that the mothers towed in. As the females shopped, she would have to keep the brats from destroying the place. Thus, when Billy walked in, her antennae immediately went up.

" Can I help you find someone?" Ms. Gladstone had assumed Billy was looking for his mother and sister.

Billy was startled by the woman's voice. " No, ma'am. I mean, I was just looking."

Obviously suspicious of a teenage boy alone in the store, Ms. Gladstone continued: " Well, what is it exactly that you were looking for?" she demanded impatiently.

Billy stared at his feet before answering. " I want to buy some panties, please, " he whispered.

Ms. Gladstone sneered as she looked Billy over. He didn't seem the type. On rare occasion, "special" boys came in to make purchases for themselves, but she could spot them miles away. Also, they usually came when the store was empty...not during the busiest day of the week. It didn't matter. She would treat Billy the way she treated all the other boys who had the audacity to shop there. " Well, I think we can help you there, sweetie. We have the most adorable undies you can imagine." The sales lady smiled a sickingly saccharine smile and started propelling Billy toward racks of lacy underthings.

Billy stuck out like a sore thumb in the busy store, and he could feel the stares of the customers on his back. His face got hotter and hotter as he was led deeper into the store. When they had reached a wall of mirrors in the lingerie area, the saleslady clapped her hands together as if to draw everyone's attention, and loudly inquired, "Now, who are these panties for?"

Billy fought the overwhelming sense of humiliation he felt long enough to answer quietly, " For me. " The sales ladies immediately contorted her face in a look of mock amazement as she looked to the nearby customers as if to confirm that she had heard correctly. Billy heard several of the women and girls start to laugh and felt like crawling into a hole.

Now that the saleslady had made him the center of attention, she started the show for the assembled crowd. "Oh my! I'm afraid we don't get many boys buying panties for themselves, but if you love to wear girlish dainties, why shouldn't you? Let's just get you measured for size...." Billy shut his eyes in an effort to escape the humiliation, to no avail. He could still hear the comments of the girls and ladies, as they stood transfixed by the sight of a boy buying panties: "Gross! What a pervert!" "He must be a real sissy—I bet he wears dresses, too." "How funny—I can just imagine him in darling little dress!" "I could tell he was a pansy when he walked in the store."

Pleased with the attention they were receiving, Ms. Gladstone picked a dozen of the frilliest panties she could find. They were every bit as bad as the ones he had worn all week. Turning to Billy, Ms. Gladstone remarked, "Most real girls prefer comfortable cotton panties. But these are perfect for pretend girls like yourself!" She made the red-faced boy hold a pair of lacy pink panties up to his waist as she stepped back to look. "Perfect!" she said with a smirk. " Do you just adore them?"

Knowing that she expected an answer, Billy meekly nodded his head. "Of course you do,—pretties for prissy! Now, do you want some pretty bras to match your panties," Ms. Gladstone loudly asked, a gleam in her eye. Before Billy could begin telling her that he certainly did not want any bras, the saleslady answered for him: "Of course you do, dearie!" She drug the protesting youth to a rack of bras. She hissed in his ear, "You just stop it, sissy boy! If I've got to help little Mary's like you, at least I'm going to get a decent commission out of it! Besides, I know you love it, so quit the act!" Ms. Gladstone gave his arm a sharp squeeze to let him know that she meant business. Afraid of what she might do, Billy meekly followed along. In no time, she had Billy's shirt off and was fitting him with a lacy padded bra, much to the glee of the giggling shoppers who now surrounded them, anxious to share in the humiliation of the teen-aged boy.. "Now this bra is designed to let young girls—and sissies—like you show some breast, even though you haven't developed much. It's like a training miracle bra. See how it lifts you and gives the illusion of "A" cup breasts? She busily fussed with the straps and adjusted the cups so that Billy's chest was encased by the satin garment. "Don't you love the pretty bow between the cups? Just like Mommy's," she teased. "The boys will love the way you look in sweaters."

Billy was horrified! The hateful contraption made it look like he had boobs! As a tear escaped his eye, the saleslady said loudly, "Don't worry, sweetie. I'm sure you'll start to develop soon! Now I know you hate to cover up your pretty new bra, but you should put your shirt on. You do want to wear your bra home, don't you?" Ms. Gladstone gave Billy a look that dared him to disagree. More giggles erupted as Billy meekly replied, "Yes, Ma'am." Billy noticed that even with his sweatshirt on, he looked like he had two girlish bumps, just like he had teased the girls in his class a few years earlier.

Finally, Ms. Gladstone led the shamed boy to the cash register where she rang up the purchase. "Using Mommy's credit card today, dearie? How sweet." The sale lady purposefully held up each panty and bra for the benefit of the other customers before carefully wrapping them in pink tissue and placing them in a huge bright pink bag with "La Femme"in large letters on each side. Handing the bag to Billy, she leaned down to look him eye to eye. "Enjoy your new dainties, precious! I put my card in the bag - come see me when you need a pretty new party dress!"

The laughter of the hateful saleslady and customers ringing in his ears, Billy bolted from the store in tears. After pedaling home as fast as his legs would carry him, Billy slammed his bike down in the garage, preoccupied with the morning's disaster. Angry at his treatment by the saleslady, Billy forgot to take off his sweatshirt and remove the bra. As he walked through the kitchen door on his way to his bedroom, he was immediately accosted by his sister. "Mom wanted to see you the minute you got in." Billy quickly hid the bag behind his back, as his sister pulled him by his free arm toward the living room.

"How was your shopping Billy? Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Um, yeah—I guess so."

"Well-What did you buy?"

"Oh, just some athletic shorts and stuff you know."

"How nice! Why don't you show me what you bought," his mother insisted.

Billy hesitated as he tried desperately to think of a way out of the predicament. As he did, Rachel snuck behind him and snatched the bag from behind his back and delivered it to their mother while a desperate Billy tried to retrieve it from her outstretched arm. "Mom, look! Billy's been shopping at La Femme!!" Ms. Smith smiled broadly as she reached into the bag and pulled out pair after pair of exceedingly dainty panties as Rachel held her brother tight.

"Well, well, well! Aren't these simply adorable! What exquisite taste you have! I thought you might find what you wanted at La Femme. Don't they have the femmiest things!!"! His mother continued to pull panties out of the bag. "Well, I guess you won't have to borrow my undies anymore; you've got plenty of your own."

"I wish I could have been there to see it!! Imagine Mother, a boy buying panties at La Femme!" Rachel howled with laughter.

"Not only that dear, but it looks like our little girl is growing up!" Ms. Smith snickered as she held up one of the lacy bras by its straps.

Incredulous at her brother's purchases, Rachel lifted her brother's sweatshirt. "Mom, look!!"

"Oh, how simply charming! He couldn't wait to put one on!" Ms. Smith demanded that Billy remove his shirt as she and Rachel ooohed and ahhhhed over her son's pretty new bra.

While Billy stood in abject humiliation, his mother returned her attention to the bag. It also appears that our sissy has made a friend." Ms. Smith held up the card the saleslady placed in the bag.

"Don't call me that," Billy said angrily, simultaneously pushing his sister's hand away as she traced the lacy cups of his bra.

Ms. Smith quickly rose and seized her son by the chin. With a steely voice she continued as she locked her son's eyes with her own: "You listen to me, buster!! I don't know what's going on with you. First, you're desperate to borrow my panties, then you go shopping and bring back your own panties and bras"—she snapped the strap of his bra —"from the most feminine girl's store in town. Then you have the nerve to lie about it right in front of my face. Didn't you think that I'd know soon enough from the credit card bill? Well, I think it's time we faced the truth—you're just a prissy little girly- boy!!

Billy fled the room in tears, seeking the solace of his bedroom, where he slammed the door and collapsed on the bed. Downstairs, his mother and sister hugged each other, shrieking in glee. After the celebration ended, they began to make plans for the "new girl" in the family.

After he finished the dinner dishes and had put away his apron, Billy prepared to retreat to his room and try to forget the humiliations of the day. His mother and sister had other plans. "Sissy," Ms. Smith began icily, "now that you've made your true desires known, things are going to change around here. Frankly, I've got to tell you that I'm shocked by this weeks' developments. I always thought you were a normal boy. I guess your sister was right. She says that she always knew you that you were 'all girl'. Well, I'm just glad we finally know the truth so we can help you."

"Yeah, right," Billy thought as he glared at his sister. In the past, Rachel would have been afraid that her brother would retaliate. She knew now that the table had turned. With a daring look, Rachel stuck her tongue out at her brother.

Billy's mother continued: "Now, Billy, your sister and I have been talking about you all afternoon." His mother adopted a tone of mock concern, but she couldn't keep the mirth out of her voice. Billy knew that his mother and sister were enjoying their newfound control over him; it bothered him no end. He also knew that there was nothing he could do about it. Anger and frustration overwhelmed him. "We can't imagine what it must have been like for you all these years, pretending to be like normal boys—playing sports, rough-housing, doing things with your father, playing video games." She sighed dramatically as she stroked his short hair. "All the while you were just dying to play dollies, wear pretty dresses, and do "girl" things with Rachel and me. Well, we certainly intend to help you make up for lost time! " We're just so happy that you're finally getting the therapy you so desperately need!" Ms. Smith cruelly grabbed a handful of Billy's hair and yanked, forcing his eyes to meet hers.

Billy's face went pale at the mention of the word,"therapy."

"That's right, Sissy, dear," his mother chirped. After your little shopping expedtion I decided to call Ms. Walker. I thought she might be able to give me some ... insight ...into your recent behavior. I was right! She told me all about your assault on that sweet Cindy Jackson, you little pig!! You should be ashamed of yourself. I called Cindy and offered to turn you in myself, but she said she's satisfied as long as you're getting the help you need. Ms. Smith's tone turned icy-cold. "The minute you fail to cooperate, it's off to prison you go!! Understand, Sissy?

Billy nodded his head dejectedly, stunned by thiis latest development His mother continued, "Sissy, if you want to avoid becoming some inmate's girl, you're going to do everything your sister and I tell you! Fixing Billy's eyes with hers, Ms. Smith continued, "Ms. Walker says that deep down you really love this, and I want to see a big sissy smile on your face at all times!! Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mother." Billy forced a smile to his lips, desperately hoping that his mother and sister would bore with their game and leave him alone. He had no such luck.

"Good! I'm glad we've got that settled! Now on to the part I know you're going to love."

Rachel picked up the thread: "Well, big brother. From the panties and bras you bought for yourself, it's obvious that you want to start expressing your true self. But you can't just put on a bra and panties and expect to be a girl. You've got to work at being pretty and feminine. The first step is to develop a beauty regimen!" In no time, Rachel had her hapless older brother in a sweet smelling bubble bath, instructing Billy on how to shave his legs and underarms of the body hair that Billy had only recently welcomed.

As he toweled off, Billy's mother handed him a pink floral container of bath powder. Forcing the powder puff into his hand, Ms. Smith said, "This was another gift from your father. I thought it was too sweet smelling, but I bet you'll just love it."

Forcing a smile, Billy knew what his mother expected. Inhaling deeply, Billy replied, "Ummm, it's heavenly." Billy's mother and sister guffawed their approval.

After forcing Billy into his mother's peignoir set and slippers, his sister decided to up the ante. "Now Sissy, I know that it must be hard for you. After all, boys who want to look like girls are not exactly welcomed in society. I know how mean kids can be." Billy shuddered at the truth of her statement. "Nonetheless, I think it's more important to be honest with yourself than to care what others think. After all, the closet is a very lonely place," she chuckled. " Don't you agree?"

Billy didn't like where his sister was going, but he could feel his mother's eyes. "Uh, yeah, I guess so," he lied.

"Good! Now, Mother and I think that it's precious that you want to wear your girly things under your boy clothes. We also recognize that someone as femmy as you shouldn't hide your true feelings. But as much as you might want to do so, we don't think you should just show up at school in a cute dress—at least not yet—it might be too much of a shock for your little friends. So-oo, Mom and I have decided that you should go slowly at first—you know, giving little hints of your true self. Then, as time goes by, we'll help you become more and more girlish. Isn't that a great idea?"

Not waiting for Billy's response, she began tugging at his eyebrows with a pair of tweezers while his mother held his arms. Billy howled with pain, but Rachel continued, a wild grin on her face. "There!!" she exclaimed finally. Billy's mother produced a hand mirror with a great flourish and held it in front of Billy's face.

Billy gasped in dismay. His eyebrows had been plucked into a fine, girlish arch. Seeing that her handiwork had the desired effect, Rachel began to rub it in. "Mom and I both agree that nothing feminizes the face like a pair of thinly plucked eyebrows. Of course, most women prefer heavier brows like Mom and me, but we knew that you'd prefer the ultra- femmy look. We were right, weren't we?"

Billy's shoulder's slumped as he started to cry.

"I thought so—look Mom, tears of joy!!"

On Monday morning, Rachel appeared in his room. "Mother thinks for the time being that I should help you get dressed in the morning. Revelling in her newfound control over her brother, she pinched his bottom. "Now, let's see what darling things you should wear today!!. As Rachel rummaged through his underwear drawer, Billy noted without surprise that all his old underwear was gone.

With a joyful giggle, Rachel held up her choice— a matching bra and panty set in lace encrusted pink. Billy groaned audibly. Just then, his mother appeared at his door with a package. Billy recognized the bag— it was from La Femme.

"While you were doing your homework yesterday, Rachel and I decided to stop by La Femme and visit your new friend, Ms.Gladstone. I must say, you certainly made an impression on her. We had the most interesting chat."

Billy scowled at the memory of the hateful saleslady.

Noticing her son's look, Ms. Smith continued: "After we were finished, she thought that these special little dainties might make you feel better about yourself."

Billy reached into the bag as if it might contain poisonous snakes. Drawing his hand out, he looked at the strange garment. It was made of a very heavy flesh colored material. As Billy stared at the garment in wonder, his mother quickly snatched it from his hands and pulled it up his legs. Laughing, she reached in and tucked his boyhood under before lifting Billy off his feet with a huge tug.

Billy gasped. The thing felt like it was cutting him in half!

Billy's mother continued. Ms. Gladstone knew that you'd love how this little girdle gives you a pretty girlish front. And look—it has gel padding on the hips, just like a real girl!! Your panties will fit much better now."

Rachel tried to stifle a laugh with her hand at the horrified look on her brother's face.

"This afternoon I want you to write Ms. Gladstone a darling little thank you note so she'll know she was absolutely right about you," Ms. Smith added with a grin.

Billy slowly pulled on his panties, crushed at the way they now fit. It was if he were a real girl! His hips were huge and hopelesly girlish. This couldn't be happening. Billy looked up to see Rachel bearing down on him, a bra in her outstretched hands, a broad smirk on her face.

"Mom, Rachel, no way!!" Billy saw a flash of anger on his mother's face and changed his tack. "I mean, I don't think I want to wear a bra today." Billy certainly didn't want to do more than the minimum required by Ms. Walker. Besides, he was going to have enough trouble explaining his plucked eyebrows and his new hips.

"Of course you want to wear a bra. After all, you bought it, girly, so you must be dying to wear it. According to Ms. Walker, it wasn't even part of your assignment. Besides, there's nothing like a darling bra to make a boy feel pretty. You do want to feel pretty, don't you, sissy boy?"

Knowing he had no choice in the matter, Billy glumly nodded his head. As Rachel threaded the bra over her brother's arms, fastened the back, and as she fussed endlessly with the straps, she gave her mother a look of victory.

That afternoon, Billy sat at the kitchen table, reading the letter he had just penned. Unhappy with his own efforts, his mother finally dictated what Billy was to write:

Dear Ms. Gladstone, I just had to write (his mother thought this was a great joke) and thank you for helping me with my purchase of panties and bras recently at La Femme. As a boy, I was a little nervous buying such feminine garments for myself, but you were sooo helpful! I just love the dainty things you helped me pick! And the girdles you gave my Mom for me are perfectly darling! They make me feel so femmy! I can't wait to visit La Femme again. I saw so many cute things! I won't know where to begin. But I just know you will! Yours in panties, Billy (Sissy) Smith

"There, that's better! Don't you think so dear? Why, I bet Ms. Gladstone will post it with the other 'thank you's' on the board right by the cash register! Won't that be sweet? I'm sure all the ladies and girls will be amused."

As Billy lay in bed that night, the lace of his nightgown itching him, he recalled the many humiliations of the day: At the breakfast table, Billy's mother had demanded that he sit up straight like a "little lady" when he had slumped to hide the lumps in his shirt. Later, Ms. Walker had guffawed when she saw Billy's new "look." Of course, she insisted that he continue to wear bras every day. Ms. Walker also delighted in recounting his mother's phone call. Of course, that was followed by a stern warning that his mother and sister were to be obeyed in all matters relating to his therapy.

Although they didn't say anything, Billy knew his friends had noticed his eyebrows. Kids were whispering and pointing at him all day. Cindy, undoubtedly egged on by Ms. Walker, had been a thorn in his side all day. She wanted to hear all about his new panties and bras. Noticing his eyebrows and hips, she had burst into laughter, gasping that he looked like some starlet from the sixties. In class, Cindy arched her back and pushed her breasts forward, all the while staring at Billy. Then she smirked and blew him a kiss. Football practice was even worse. No one would even talk to him after his performance on Friday night. Billy had glumly noticed his teammates glaring at him and making nasty comments. After supper, Ms. Smith had started teaching Billy how to knit and do needlework, chortling that boys liked girls with domestic skills.

The following day was another exercise in humiliation.. As Rachel was overseeing his underwear choices and taunting him, Billy had lost his temper and told her to "shut the hell up." Rachel had cringed in reaction until reason took over and she recalled the change in the household pecking order. Recovering, she had strode boldly to her older brother and slapped him in the face—hard. "No, you shut up, sissy boy! That's no way for a fairy to talk. You talk to me like that again and I'll tell Mom. Then it's bye-bye Billy.

Billy hung his head in frustrated shame, knowing that his younger sister was right.

"There, that's better. Now as punishment for your little outburst, I have just the thing!"

Billy slumped when he realized that his display of temper was going to cost him.

Rachel returned from Billy's dresser with two gel sacs. Smirking, Racel roughly stuffed the sacs into the lacy cups of Billy's bra. "There! Now you've got something to show your classmates!" Rachel watched with amused glee the look of horror that crossed her brother's face as he realized the what was in store for him in school. Rachel delighted in the look of frustration on her brother's face as he fought his impulse to rip the bra to pieces. "Now let's go show Mom your pretty new titties, and remember to tell her how much you love them!! Now march!" she ordred with a swat to Billy's pantied bottom. Billy's mother and sister then forced Billy to gush about how much he was dying to have a real pair of large breasts like his mother's.

At school, Billy kept books or anything else he could find at his chest to hide his new assets. Billy had even hid out in a stall in the boy's bathroom during lunch in an effort to keep out of Cindy's way. His plan worked—until after school. As Billy returned to the bathroom to change for football practice, Billy found the entrance blocked by Bob and a number of his larger teammates. Billy began to panic, and tried to run.

"What's your hurry, Billy? It's time for practice, and we think it's time for you to dress with the team! Right, guys?" As the boys roared their approval, they dragged Billy to the locker room. Once there, they assembled around him. "Okay, Billy boy. Cindy says that you're hiding something. Let's just see!

Billy considered running, but knew he'd never get out of the locker room. As he desperatey tried to will himself out of his current situation, Bob's patience wore out. "Get him guys. Billy started screaming as hands started ripping his clothes off. In no time Billy was standing in front of his teammates, clad only in white satin and lace panties and well filled bra. Billy began to blubber as his teammates taunted him: "You fag! You make me sick! Nice tits, fairy boy! Cindy was right about you—you are more girl than boy!" The taunts continued until the embarrrased boys was reduced to tears.

Finally, the commotion attracted the attention of the coach, who headed toward the assembled crowd to investigate. He was greeted by the sight of his quarterback, dressed only in lacy girls' panties and bra. Angry a the intrusion of such apparent deviance, the coach demanded an explanation.

"He's some kind of transie, Coach! Look at him!!! He's shaved his legs and everything. I told you that curtsey stuff was no joke," Bob sneered. Through his tears, Billy saw the Coach redden in anger. Finally, the Coach was able to spit out,"Get that pantywaist out of here—he's off the team. We don't need any perverts on the squad!"

Bob and a couple of large linemen roughly grabbed Billy by the arms and dragged him to the door. Recovering slightly, Billy pled with them to allow him to get his clothes. Bob had other ideas.

"I don't think so, girly. I think you should show off your underwear to everyone, don't you? Besides, the cheerleaders are pracicing right over there and I know you'll want to show off your new boobies to the other girls!" A huge shove left Billy lying on the ground outside the locker room, face down, clad only in his hated girls' underwear. When he looked up, Billy saw that he was surrounded by Cindy and the other cheerleaders.

"Billy, darling, I know your matching panty and bra set are cute, but shoudn't you be wearing something over them?" she teased. The girls laughed while Billy tearfully struggled to his feet.

"Please, Cindy. I just want to go home. The Coach just kicked me off the team and everything. The team hates me. My life is ruined. Please. just get me something to wear so I can go home!"

Cindy shuddered with pleasure as she took in the pathetic thing before her. Just a few weeks before, he had been a pompous jerk, poised on the threshold of testosterone-induced ego super-inflation. Now here he was, sniveling like a school-girl, begging for mercy, dressed in the most feminine of intimate garments. Briefly, Cindy felt sorry for the helpless youth. Then she thought about Ms. Walker's warning that this time would come. Ms. Walker had cautioned her to retain her resolve, to think of all the males who had treated her as a second class citizen—a mere girl in a man's world—an object of lust and amusement. Cindy had known exactly what she was talking about. Her own father and brothers treated her like she didn't realy count. Well, here was one male who was going to get a taste of his own medicine!

"But Billy, we were just practicng oue cheers and we're short one girl- you'll be perfect! In no time, the laughing girls had shoved poms- poms in his hand and were teaching hi some basic cheers. Billy refused to co-operate until Cindy pinched his bottom—hard. "Cheer, sissy boy-or else!

An hour later, the girls collapsed in gleeful exhaustion. They had forced Billy to join their practice in his bra and panties. Cindy snapped picture after picture as he imitated the girls. "Well. girls. it looks like we have our new alternate. But. I think it's time for girly to get home before his mommy worries. In no time, Cindy and the other girls had added a garter belt, stockings and three-inch heels to his ensemble. Fearing that Cindy was going to send him home in his underwear, Billy began to beg for more clothes. With a sneer, Cindy forced Billy into a pink wool swing coat that barely covered his pantied bottom. After she laughingly forced pink evening gloves on his arms and arranged a pink velvet turban on his head, Cindy sent the boy off with a laugh and a slap to his bottom. "Ta-ta, fruitcake!" she mocked. In no time, a sobbing Billy was left alone to make his way home.

By the time Billy got home, Billy's legs ached from walking in the hateful heels. The stares and catcalls directed toward him were worse. Billy couldn't imagine feeling more embarrassed as his mother and sister made him model his new ensemble. Finally, Friday came and Billy found himself once again in Ms.Walker's office. Billy was not "delighted", as she suggested he might be, to learn that she thought his therapy was going better than anticipated. From Billy's growing surliness during the week, Ms. Walker had anticipated that Billy might need a "reminder" of the consequences of resistance. During their session, there was a knock on the door. When a burly policeman entered the office, Billy had almost fainted. The officer explained that he had received an anonymous call about an assault on school premises. Billy stopped breathing until he realized that Ms. Walker wasn't going to turn him in—at least not yet. Billy had listened, horrified, as the officer described the new laws passed to severely punish such assaults, and mandating that kids thirteen and older be tried as adults.

After Ms. Walker had assured the officer that it was a false alarm and that she would notify him if she heard anything, the officer left, but not before giving Billy a suspicious look. As the door closed, Billy broke down in tears from relief.

There, there, sweetie. We're not going to have any more trouble from you are we." Ms. Walker intended to take advantage of the moment to move Billy's therapy along. Through his tears, Billy heard her say: "Billy, I think it's time that we became a little more aggressive in your therapy. From now on, I want you to wear at least one article of feminine outerwear every day. Won't that be divine?" Ms. Walker chuckled as Billy's tears started anew.

Later that night, Billy overheard his mother talking on the phone She was laughing until tears formed in her eyes. Struggling to compose herself, she addressed Billy: "That was Ms. Walker. She told me all about your new assignment. I can't help but think of that nice saleslady at La Femme and how much she enjoyed helping you when you bought your underthings. Let's have a girls' day shopping tomorrow for our Sissy. I just know your saleslady friend will know just what you need to look your femmy best!!" Rachel roared her approval, as Billy struggled not to cry.

The next day, the Smith "girls" gleefully made their way through the busy mall to La Femme. More accurately, two of them were gleeful. Billy was walking as if it was his final mile until his mother warned him harshly that if he didn't start "enjoying himself", they were going home to call Ms. Walker. Recalling the police officer from the day before, Billy struggled to compose himself and be more cooperative.

At last the three made their way into La Femme, which was every bit as busy as when Billy had been there before. Ms. Gladstone spied the trio and made her way over to them, her gaze directed straight at Billy. She had not looked forward to working , but the day's entertainment had just arrived. While she was still several feet away, she loudly exclaimed, "Billy darling!! How is my favorite customer!! I'm so glad you're here! We have such pretty things in right now—I know you're going to love them!" Billy cringed as she bent down to give him a hug and girlish kiss as the crowd of shoppers strained to get a glimpse of "Billy" who was a regular customer at La Femme. Ms. Gladstone held Billy at arm's length as she exclaimed, "It looks like someone has been busy with the tweezers—and I love your nails!! Aren't they pretty? I bet you can't wait until they're longer, can you." Billy looked pleadingly at his mother, but she and Rachel were enjoying themselves too much to be bothered. After thanking Billy for his "sweet" card and showing him that it was prominently displayed where everyone could see it, she asked the trio if they were looking for anything special .

Ms. Smith cheerfully explained that although "Sissy so loved his girlish underthings, he simply couldn't bear the thought of wearing boy's outerwear anymore. He simply begged us to bring him here to shop, but we're not certain that Sissy is ready for skirts and dresses. We were hoping you could help ."

"Of course ! Anything to help our little princess!" Having heard the entire story from Ms. Smith on her last visit, Ms. Gladstone knew that Billy had certainly not begged to come back, but this only increased her enjoyment of his humiliation.

"All sissies want to wear ballgowns like Cinderella, but they have to learn that skirts must be earned. But I know just the look for Sissy— ultra- feminine, but leaving no doubt that he is a boy...a sissy boy. Ms. Gladstone smirked at Billy as Ms. Smith and Rachel roared their approval. Ms. Gladstone invited the ladies over to a mirrored sitting area to relax while she gathered just the right things for Sissy. Billy, on the other hand, was led roughly by the arm into a dressing room and instructed to strip. Billy meekly complied, knowing that he was only delaying the inevitable. What seemed like hours later, Ms. Gladstone burst into the room, burdened with dozens of items. Pulling Billy to his feet, she mocked, "You're just going to love the things I've picked for you. Ms. Gladstone thrust a black garment into Billy's arms and told him to put it on. Billy was relieved to see that it was a pair of pants. "The zipper goes in the back, dearie ." Billy corrected his mistake and turned the pants around. As he pulled them on, he noticed that that they only came to mid-calf and had little bows at the hem.

"Uh-m, what kind of pants are these?"

"Why Capris pants, of course," said Ms. Gladstone as she zipped up the back. "Don't you love the snug fit? Your girdle gives you a such a sweet girlish front and plump little bottom. Now for a prissy little blouse." Billy recoiled in horror as he saw the blouse intended for him. It was made of a sheer white fabric, and had enormous puffed sleeves that ended in tight cuffs high on Billy's upper arms. The collar was a large round affair. Billy began to whimper as Ms. Gladstone buttoned the blouse up in the back. However, Billy really started to cry when Ms. Gladstone tied an enormous black satin bow under his chin. Clearly, enjoying herself, Ms. Gladstone laughed, "Sissy, darling, we're just getting started!!"

Next came a pair of lacy white ankle socks like Billy had seen little girls wear. Once those were in place, Ms. Gladstone forced Billy's feet into a pair of black patent leather pumps with a one-inch heel. These will give you an adorable little wiggle. Although Billy prayed otherwise, Ms. Gladstone wasn't done. Next came a white pair of girl's gloves . "Don't you love how your pretty polish shows through?" Finally, Ms. Gladstone threaded a little purse over his arm. "See how it matches your pumps?" Immobilized by shame, Ms. Gladstone spun Billy around to get the full effect. "Aww, Sissy dry those tears. I know you'd rather have a pretty dress, but this outfit is darling on you. Now, when you come out, here's what I want you to do..or else!!"

"Sissy, dear, we're waiting." Billy took a deep breath and steeled himself for the humiliation to follow.

Billy's mother gasped when she saw her son. He minced toward them, his left hand resting delicately on his hip. The handle of his purse nestled in the crook of his bent elbow, while his hand was bent fashion-model style, palm turned toward the ceiling. Billy wore a big smile, although his mother could see that he had been crying. She could well imagine. The prissy outfit made him look ridiculously feminine. As Billy's mother tried to restrain her laughter, Billy did a pirouette. "Oh, Mom!! Don't you just love this outfit? Please, I simply must have it !"

"Well of course you can, Sissy darling. It was made for you!! What do you think, Rachel?"

When she was able to stop laughing, Rachel managed, "Perfect!! It's perfect! I love the way you can see his bra! And it certainly seems to have brought out the best in our Sissy!"

Ms. Gladstone quickly led Billy back to the dressing room for more "fun". As the morning wore on, Billy was forced to try on one humiliating outfit after another. Of course, Ms. Gladstone's threats had ensured that he "adored" every outfit and that he begged to buy each one. Billy was forced to don blouses, sweaters, shorts, leggings, shoes, and accessories, all exceedingly fussy and feminine. Finally, Ms. Smith instructed Billy to put on his favorite new outfit for the trip home.

While Ms. Gladstone drug Billy to the dressing room, his mother and sister tried to recover from the hilarity of the morning. Both women had laughed so hard that they cried. As she dried her tears, Ms. Smith addressed her daughter, "Oh Rachel, I don't know when I've had more fun! Ms. Gladstone has picked the most perfect outfits for your brother-they're feminine but don't hide the fact that Sissy is a boy. "

"Mother, I know! I can't decide which outfit is my favorite. I think it's a toss up between the little sailor suit and that sweet little little Chanel short suit! Can you imagine Billy running into any of his friends in either of those two get-ups? He'd explode from embarrassment!! I know- - let's make him go and watch his old team's football practice in that preppy little cashmere sweater set and wool shorts-I'll lend him my pearls! Wouldn't that be hilarious!!"

Ms. Smith laughed as she conjured up the image her daughter had described. "That would be entertaining, wouldn't it," she said , filing the idea away for later. "Personally, I think my favorite outfit is the black velvet shorts and the sheer black blouse-did you notice that his black bra was plainly visible? I could tell that your brother really hated the huge white satin cuffs and collar. And the accessories! Ms. Gladstone has added just the right fussy, feminine touches. I loved the little straw hat with ribbon streamers, and aren't the gloves the perfect feminine touch? I don't think mister Big Shot will give us much trouble dressed in these outfits."

As he retreated to the dressing room one last time, Billy's mind reeled at the thought of appearing outside the store in the horrid clothes. He was utterly exhausted. Each new outfit had brought tears of frustraion and outrage, and the utter humiliation of mincing in front of his mother, sister, and other shoppers had left him emotionally exhausted. Of course, it didn't help matters much that Ms. Gladstone continued her assault on Billy's now fragile male ego whenever they were alone in the dressing room. Billy had begged her to pick things that were less obviously feminine, but Ms. Gladstone had only cackled and explained that someone as girlish as Billy needed the most feminine clothes possible. Trying to collect himself, Billy took whatever comfort he could in the fact that they were finally leaving.

Billy couldn't fathom picking a "favorite" outfit to wear, but Ms. Gladstone wasn't going to let him pick anyway. Instead, she commanded Billy to put on her favorite: "darling" high-waisted pink wool short- shorts that zipped in the back, a matching pink short-sleeved angora sweater with a delicate white lace collar ("Don't you just love the way the sweater shows your little titties?"), and a "precious" pink wool beret with a bow at the brim Shoes, lace ankle socks, white lace gloves, and a purse completed the hateful outfit. Ms. Gladstone fussed over Billy, adjusting and primping, explaining that she wanted him to look just perfect for his mother and sister.

As a final insult, Ms. Gladstone had forced Billy to view himself in the dressing room mirror, while cupping the breasts formed by his bra. "Just look at you! You claim to be a boy? You're nothing but a disgusting fairy!! I bet you can't wait to show the boys your pretty new clothes. Your mother should just have your pathetic little thing cut off...but I bet that's exactly what you want, isn't it?"

Finally, Ms. Gladstone led a dejected Billy to where his mother and sister were sitting. At the thought of Billy having to appear in public wearing one of the outfits selected for him by Ms. Gladstone, both wore broad smiles. " Sissy, sweetheart! I thought you might pick that outfit. It's soft, and pink, and dainty, just like you!" Rachel couldn't resist fussing with the lace collar and giving her brother's nipple a vicious tweak through his sweater and bra. As she saw a flash of anger on Billy's face, Rachel simply laughed, knowing that he was powerless to stop her. Rachel had the amusing thought that Billy was now her doll to dress up and play with—and she intended to do just that. Gaily, she took Billy's arm and led him to where his mother and Ms. Gladstone were standing, watching the exchange between brother and sister with amusement. As Ms. Smith was paying for Billy's purchases, Ms. Gladstone dropped a final bombshell. Clapping her hands and fixing Billy with her eyes, she said excitedly: "You know, seeing Sissy model his new pretties today has given me an idea!! I'm in charge of the mall's holiday fashion show-you know the one. We have girls model fashions from each of the stores. We've never had a boy model before, but Sissy is just so sweet! Besides, he isn't much of a boy anyway. Is he?"

"Why Ms. Gladstone!! What a wonderful idea!! I`m sure that Sissy would love to model for you. Oh, I know he'll be embarrassed to appear as a boy in a dress in front of such a large crowd, but I'll bet the thought of wearing a darling holiday dress with lots of frills and petticoats thrills him! Doesn't it Sissy?"

Billy's knees went weak as he heard Ms. Gladstone's "great idea". He could imagine nothing more humiliating than to appear in a dress in a girl's fashion show. Worse, Billy knew that Ms. Gladstone would not only pick the most embarrassingly feminine dresses for him to model, she would insure that the crowd knew that he was really a boy. " Mom, I'm not so sure. I mean ..." Billy thought desperately of something to say to escape the humiliation planned for him by Ms. Gladstone. "I mean, I've seen the fashion shows here at the mall, and, well, the models are real pretty, and I don't think ..."

"Isn't that sweet! Sissy's worried that he won't be as pretty as the other girls! Well, don't you worry, dearie! We'll make sure that you're the prettiest model in the show!" As Billy's face contorted at the way his mother had twisted his words, Rachel grinned her delight. She had a mental picture of her older brother mincing down a runway, perched on a pair of pumps, dressed in a fussy velvet dress, complete with petticoats and a huge sash that tied in a bow in the back. Rachel could just imagine the laughter and catcalls from the crowd as the former quarterback pranced his way down the runway.

The humiliations of the morning and the satisfied smirk on Ms. Gladstone's face drove Billy over the edge. " That's it!! Screw you!! I won't do it! I'm not going to do it! And you can't make me!!"

Ms. Smith quickly seized Billy's arm and angrily pulled him to her. "You listen to me! If you want to stay out of prison, you'll do exactly what I say. I thought I've made that abundantly clear. If Rachel and I want to see you waltzing down the runway in a pretty dress, then that's just what you'll do! Now, you owe Ms. Gladstone an apology," his mother hissed. Ms. Smith swatted the boy's pantied and girdled bottom.

"I-I'm sorry, Ms. Gladstone. I'd love to be in your fashion show." Billy stole a glance at his mother, and saw that she was still angry at his outburst.

"Apology accepted, dearie. I just know that you'll be the talk of the show." Billy could well imagine. "Although your little tantrum reminds me that your feminine comportment could use a lot of work. If you're going to wear darling clothes, your mannerisms should match, don't you think?" "Why Ms. Gladstone, what a wonderful idea. If Billy insists on wearing pretty things, I don't want him slumping around like some ... boy!"

The women all laughed at Ms. Smith's joke.

"Luckily, I know just the person who can help. Ms. Tuttle is a friend of mine who conducts charm classes for girls. I'm sure that she will be able to bring out the "girl" in your son in no time! I'll simply give her a call to explain that she'll soon have a new student. " Ms. Gladstone thought cruelly that Ms. Tuttle would give Billy exactly what he deserved, particularly if she called with some 'special instructions.' "I must warn you though, that Ms. Tuttle is very strict with her girls. But she does get results! I'm sure Billy will just love being a 'Tuttle girl'."

Of course, Ms. Gladstone's suggestion amused Billy's mother and sister to no end, and once again, Billy was made to thank Ms. Gladstone for her "kind offer." Taking the card offered by Ms. Gladstone, Billy's mother promised to call her that afternoon.

Finally, the trio was ready to leave the store. Each of the three was laden with several large pink shopping bags containing Billy's new wardrobe. As they approached the entrance to the store, Billy stiffened up as he realized that he was about to leave the relative safety of the store. He trembled at the thought. Recalling his sissified image in the dressing room mirror, Billy shuddered at the thought of anyone seeing him dressed as he was. Instinctively, he stopped in his tracks. In the end, ignoring his tearful protests, Ms. Smith and her daughter simply took Billy's arms and forced him out of the store. As they led Billy to a small cafe for lunch, Ms. Smith and Rachel snickered at the teasing comments and incredulous looks directed at he feminized boy.

During lunch, Rachel realized that she was having so much fun that she didn't want the shopping expedition to end. Billy, who couldn't get home fast enough, listened in abject terror as he heard his sister enthuse, " You know, mother, when I turned 13, you started letting me wear make up. I think that it's only fair that you let Sissy do the same. "

Ms. Smith, who was thinking of a way to make Billy pay for his outburst at La Femme, readily agreed. "What a coincidence! I was thinking the same thing. Let me give Ms. Gladstone a call to see what she thinks. She has the most wonderful ideas!"

Billy sat quietly as his mother dialed the store's number on her cellular phone. Billy hoped against hope that Ms. Gladstone would veto the idea. Billy listened as he heard his mother's side of the conversation: "Hello, Ms. Gladstone? This is Sarah Smith. . . Yes, Billy's mother. We were just having a delightful lunch when Billy insisted that he be allowed to wear makeup. I know ... I would think that he would be embarrassed enough to appear in public dressed as he is, but you know Sissy! You do ... I see .... I think that's a marvelous idea, and I know Sissy will too. Bye-bye."

Billy waited anxiously as his mother reported the details of the conversation. "Well, darling, Ms. Gladstone simply couldn't get over how quickly our little girl is growing up! She had some marvelous ideas about your make up, and I can't wait to see the results. Let's go. "

Billy tossed the shopping bags on his bed. His mind had gone numb. Without a doubt, he had just endured the most embarrassing and humiliating day in his life. As he sat on his bed, he caught his reflection in the mirror on the back of his closet door. He was still wearing his "pretty in pink" outfit, but that's not what drew his attention. It was the heavy mask of make- up that the salesperson had laughingly applied under the direction of his mother and sister. As Billy sat at the cosmetic counter in a busy department store, Ms. Smith had explained that her son had begged them to allow him to use makeup and that he was so precious, they simply couldn't refuse him. As Rachel whispered instructions to the giggling salesgirl, Ms. Smith had directed her attention to Billy, who was not allowed to see what the woman was doing to his face.

"Sissy, Ms. Gladstone agreed that you were ready for makeup. Most girls your age use a little makeup-maybe some lip-gloss and some mascara. The idea is to look pretty, but natural. But since you're only a pretend girl, Ms. Gladstone suggested something a little more obvious ... something dramatic ... Something that screams, 'I'm a sissy!' With that, Ms. Smith wheeled Billy around to face a mirror on the counter. Billy gasped with horror. He looked like pictures he had seen of actresses from the fifties-heavy foundation, exaggerated blush, false eyelashes, and the finishing touch, a Cupid's bow of bright red lipstick that matched his fingernails. Transfixed by the horrible image, Billy barely noticed as the sales girl placed all of the products Billy would need to reproduce his "look", as well as a moisturizing mask, in a large bag. Laughingly, the pretty sales girl had added, " We're having a special today. With each purchase you get a free fragrance gift. I've picked one out how especially for you. Here. . . let me try it on you. Don't you love it? It's called Pansy!" Wearing his new " look ", his mother and sister had insisted on dragging him to every girl's clothing store in the mall. As a sample of what Billy had to look forward to, the two women picked dress after dress for Billy to hold in front of himself as he was forced to view his girlish image in the mirror. Billy thought ruefully, the mall should pay him for serving as entertainment for all the customers.

Billy was lost in thought of as the door to his bedroom slowly opened. Suddenly, in a burst Rachel and a group of her friends. " I don't believe it! Look at him? Isn't he the most ridiculous thing you ever saw?"

" Look at that make up! He looks like he's ready for the theater!"

One of the girls shrieked as she started pulling things out of the shopping bags. " Oh my gosh! How precious! No way your brother wears this stuff! "

" Way!"

" How in the world did you make him do it?"

" Oh, that it's the best part. Sissy dearest picked out all these lovely things himself! He's such a...girl!"

Ms. Smith watched with satisfaction as Rachel and her friends made Billy try on his new outfits. Ordinarily, she would have asked the girls to tone down the shrieks and the squeals, but she decided to let them have their fun. After all, Billy had were ruined many of Rachel's slumber parties and had generally bothered the girls when they came to visit— showing off and playing practical jokes. Besides, she was really enjoying hearing the girls make suggestions to improve the Sissy's appearance and their teasing comments. Ms. Smith invited all the girls to stay for dinner, and the girls watched in amazement as Billy donned his apron and did the dishes. His periodic tears all only served to encourage the girls. Of course, the girls insisted on staying and "helping" Billy with his beauty regimen and did not leave until he was dressed in his nighty and his face was encased in the moisturizing mask. Ms. Smith and Rachel assured them that they could stop by anytime and "play" with their former tormentor.

As Billy lay in bed Monday night, idly fingering the bow on his nighty, he reflected on the day's events. Before going to school that day, Billy had seriously thought that any day, he would be able to go back to his old life. He kept expecting Ms. Walker to tell him that she thought he had learned his lesson and he could resume life as a boy. Billy knew that there'd be some kidding about his eyebrows and the bra and panty stuff, but he knew that he could make up some lie that would appease his buddies. He thought that he could rejoin the team, having only missed a couple of games. He'd probably even get his old starting position back. More importantly, Billy had even started to plan how he was going to make Rachel pay for the stuff she had done to him. And that Ms. Gladstone! After he found out where she lived, he and his buddies were going to have some serious fun trashing her house! After that Monday, though, Billy no longer harbored such illusions.

Rachel had wakened him earlier than usual that morning, explaining that he would need extra time to put on his " face". Billy had assumed that the makeup was a one-time punishment. He couldn't believe his mother and sister were going to force him to wear it to school. He had shouted some choice obscenities at his younger sister until his mother intervened and warned Billy about the price of disobeying Rachel. After Ms. Smith left the room, Rachel had pinched Billy's ear-hard- to let him know that she was in control for a change. Rachel had lain awake the previous night too, recalling the innumerable times Billy had embarrassed her, made her cry, or teased her about some aspect of being a teen-aged girl—from her period to her choice in boyfriends. She had been powerless to stop it. During the night she had decided that no matter what it took, she was not going to let her brother "go back" to his old self.

With a sneer on her face, Rachel had started in on her brother, who had never seen her so angry. "Now, you little pansy, watch carefully. I'm going to do your makeup this morning, but tomorrow you're going to start doing it yourself. Mother and I decided that it would be best if you never left the house without your makeup on. Seeing the hate in his sister's eyes, Billy gave up trying to intimidate her and started pleading with his sister not to make him up. He began promising things—that he'd do all her chores, that he'd never bother her again, that he'd let her have his CD collection. Anything . Rachel loved hearing her older brother beg, and promised herself that she'd hear more in the future. She had simply laughed derisively. In the end, Billy's face looked like it had at the department store-perhaps worse. After dragging her brother in front of his mirror so "he could see how pretty he looked", she shoved her bra and panty choice at her brother. After watching with a satisfied smirk as her brother dejectedly donned the girdle, bra, and panties, she had sighed disgustedly and roughly adjusted his the flesh in his bra so that his boobs were bigger. Rachel opened Billy's closet, a broad smile on her face. "What a lucky little girl you are, Billy, to have so many cute things!"

Finally, Ms. Smith entered the room, and she and Rachel had an animated discussion about what Sissy should wear all on his first day of being fully " out". Billy had hoped that the two would relent and let him wear his old clothes. However, Rachel and his mother dismissed his protests.

"Now dear," his mother said. " You're starting a new life today, and Rachel and I think you should wear something that makes a "statement". Something like this!'

As Ms. Smith turned from the closet, Billy saw that he she was holding —pink stretch pants and a sheer white sleeveless blouse with enormous ruffles down the front. Rachel hummed to herself as she added pink pumps with low spike heels, gloves and a big bow for Billy 's boyish hair. Realizing that trying to reason with his sister was useless, Billy quietly begged his mother not to make him go to school dressed as he was. Ms. Smith responded with a curt, "You picked it out and insisted on buying it, so you're going to wear it!" After he was dressed, Rachel snapped countless pictures of Billy's "coming out" outfit.

When the time came for Billy to walk to school, Rachel and Ms. Smith literally had to push Billy out the door. As they did so, Billy's mother shoved a pink purse over his arm, explaining that a girl like him should never be without his purse: " Besides, you'll need to freshen your makeup during the day. Ta- ta!"

Underneath the mask of makeup, Billy's face burned red-hot with shame as he saw the incredulous looks on the other students' faces and endured the taunts of his classmates. It was all he could do to keep from crying. It was all Cindy Jackson's fault, he thought bitterly. He tried to hurry to the relative safety of Ms. Walker's office, but the unfamiliar high heels impeded his progress. The faster he tried to walk, the more wildly his hips wiggled in the damn things! When he finally reached Ms. Walker's office, he quickly slammed the door behind him as if to shut out the world. He soon realized that it didn't make any difference, as Ms. Walker forced him to recount the weekend's events.

When Billy could take it no more, he cried, " Please Ms. Walker! Don't make me do this anymore. I look like some kind of drag queen! All the kids will think that I want to look like this!"

"But Billy, you do! You could have taken your punishment like a man, but you took the sissy way out. Unconsciously, you wanted your mother and sister to do this! Billy's protests grew weaker as Ms. Walker's psychological double-talk confused him more and more. Billy knew further denials were useless, and he sat slumped in his chair. He listened as Ms. Walker called the principal to inform her that she was providing therapy to Billy, and that his attire for the remainder of the school year would be somewhat "unusual". The principal had assured Ms. Walker that the school's diversity policy would protect Billy from any physical harm, and that he should wear whatever he felt was indicated by this therapy. The principal told Ms. Walker that she would inform all the teachers, and that she would be happy to assist Billy's therapy in any way possible. "Great!," thought Billy.

As Ms. Walker pushed Billy toward the door, she handed him a school registration card. "I think it's time that you started taking classes that will prepare you for your new future. Don't you?" Billy glanced at the card and quickly saw that his college prep courses had been replaced with Home Economics and secretarial classes. Relishing in the crushed look on Billy's face, Ms. Walker whispered in his ear, "Won't you look sweet on some hunky executive's lap taking dictation in a short skirt and darling sweater set."

Later that day, Billy's mother picked him up from school to drive him to Ms. Tuttle's charm school. As they waited in the well appointed lobby, a large group of girls slightly younger than Billy filed out. Billy wished he could die as they saw him in his sissy attire and and began to titter. Soon, a large immaculately dressed woman approached Billy and his mother. After Ms. Tuttle introduced herself, Ms. Smith started explaining about Billy and his "special" situation. Ms. Tuttle interrupted: "I know all about Billy, or should I say, Sissy. Ms. Gladstone and I had a delightful conversation." Ms. Tuttle went on to recommend that Billy come to her establishment every afternoon for a month. After that, she explained, only an occasional refresher class would be necessary. She also encouraged Ms. Smith to watch the sessions so that she could see first hand the behavior and mannerisms they had "corrected". That way, if she saw any return to old ways, she could report the deficiencies to Ms. Tuttle for "appropriate action". After situating Ms. Smith in a comfortable love seat on the perimeter of the room, Ms. Tuttle led Billy to a chair in the room's center. She glared at Billy with a mixture of amusement and disgust. Billy slumped in his chair as he heard her explain that in her normal charm classes, she developed behavior and manners that would help young girls succeed in the business world if they elected to pursue a career. "In your case, however, I intend to make you the swishiest, girliest, model of exaggerated femininity that anyone has ever seen!" Panicking, Billy glanced at his mother only to see that she was nodding her eager assent to Ms. Tuttle's plans. "Now, for our first lesson, we're going to learn to sit like a little lady." Billy slumped down in his chair. Who did this woman think she was. He might have to look like Doris Day on estrogen, but they weren't going to make him act like some queer. Billy had been a football player. What did this woman think she was going to do to him? When Ms. Tuttle instructed him to sit up tall, back arched, to show the world his "pretty little boobies", Billy simply ignored her. As she repeated her instructions, Billy could sense that she was losing patience with him. Finally, Ms. Tuttle said, "Okay, Billy, we can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way. Actually, in your case, I think that I would prefer the hard way. Now which is it." Billy continued to slump in his chair sullenly and smugly. Without warning, Ms. Tuttle quickly reached down and grabbed Billy's upper arm. She snatched him out of the chair with such ease that Billy immediately started to panic. Easily dragging the struggling boy to her desk, Ms. Tuttle seized a riding crop from a drawer . In no time, she had tattooed Billy 's bottom with six short strokes. Billy cried loudly, more out of surprise and shame at being so easily handled by the woman than from pain. " Well, Sissy. Do you want some more?"

" No!" he cried.

" Do you mean " No thank you, Ms. Tuttle?"

" No thank you, Ms. Tuttle!"

From her vantage point, Ms. Smith watched on in amazement. She thought back to all the times Billy had reduced her to tears over her inability to control his behavior. Now, apparently, the shoe was on the other foot. Soon, following Ms. Tuttle's instructions and commands, he was sitting legs crossed at the knee, toes pointed, back arched prettily, with his hands prissily folded in his lap. At Ms.Tuttle's command, a simpering "sissy smile"was on his face. His mother's giggles of delight told him all he knew needed to know about how he looked. However, the ever-present riding crop prevented him from doing other than exactly as Ms. Tuttle instructed. Ms Tuttle also gave him a lesson on walking like a little lady: hips rotating in an exaggerated fashion, mincing little steps, elbows bent and hands above the waist at all time, with his purse either over his elbow or in his hand. Every hesitation or mistake on Billy's part earned him a sharp blow from the riding crop, which fell with a large THWACK!

Finally, it was time to go home. After Ms. Tuttle admonished Billy's mother to watch him carefully to see that he did not forget the day's lesson, mother and son left the establishment. Once outside the door, Billy let out a huge sigh of relief and began walking in his normal boyish fashion. Observing her son, Ms. Smith rebuked him sharply, "What do you think you're doing, Miss Prissy? Didn't you just learn how to walk in a manner befitting your personality?"

"Mom! You can't be serious! That woman's nuts. I'm not going to walk like that! I'll look like a complete fool."

"You can and you will, you fairy! You'll follow Ms. Tuttle's lessons exactly! Or do you want me to report tomorrow that you've been a bad girl? I don't think Ms. Tuttle likes you very much, and I'll just bet that riding crop stings! "

Billy had hoped that once his mother had seen the ridiculous way Ms. Tuttle was making him a move and act, she would reconsider. Obviously he was wrong. Knowing instinctively that his mother's threats about Ms. Tuttle and the riding crop were accurate, Billy had no choice. Tears welling in his eyes, he began to mince his way to the car has instructed by Ms. Tuttle. Ms. Smith couldn't help but grin as she offered "constructive" criticism. "That's it, girly! Take smaller steps. Remember to wiggle that big bottom. Arch that back more—you act like you're ashamed of your darling breasts. Keep those elbows and wrists bent. "

Rachel was delighted in the "improvement" in Sissy, and had him practice all night long. Rachel and her mother agreed that they had never seen a real girl who moved in such an exaggeratedly feminine fashion. Billy was mortified when he heard his sister declare him more prissy than Margaret Johnson, the most fastidiously girlish female in school. Inwardly, Billy knew she was right.

In the days that followed, Ms. Tuttle "corrected" every masculine movement and mannerism that Billy had. She didn't stop there, however. She soon had Billy talking in a girlish lisp and had altered his vocabulary to match. Billy's formerly boisterous laughter had become a high pitched giggle, and no matter what his true emotions, he always wore a simpering "sissy smile". It was Ms. Tuttle who "convinced" Billy that the sissy in him should be enthusiastic about everything he did, especially if it was suggested by his mother or sister. After all, they knew what was best for him, didn't they?

Rachel and her mother were wildly entertained by the changes in Billy. The sight of him swishing around the house never failed to produce laughter on their part. Of course, this just made Billy feel worse. To add to his humiliation, Rachel made Billy practice in front of the large mirror in her mother's room, knowing full well that having to view himself acting and moving as he was completely devastated him. Rachel had also talked Ms. Smith into getting a riding crop like Ms. Tuttle's, which she wielded with great abandon. Any perceived slight on Billy's part resulted in stinging blows from his sister— forgetting to cross his legs, not putting his make-up on heavily enough, mistakes in his crocheting and knitting. Of course, the fact that it was his younger sister delivering the blows made them sting even more.

One "charm class" held particular significance for Billy and his family. From her seat Ms Smith could see that after a particular remark by Ms. Tuttle, Billy had reverted to his normal voice and was starting to argue with her. Ms. Tuttle had simply seized Billy's arm and whispered something to him. As she was talking, Billy's face went white with fear. Ms. Smith could never get to Billy to reveal what Ms. Tuttle had said, but it had the desired effect. Billy slowly minced over to where his mother and sister were sitting, enjoying the "show".

"Oh, Mommy dearest, Ms. Tuttle says she has some special pills to help me be prettier. She says they'll make my little boobies grow bigger and make my hips more girlish! Wouldn't that be simply divine? May I take them please?" Although her son's breathless voice was asking her to say yes, his eyes were pleading with her to say no. Ms. Smith and Rachel exchanged smirks as Billy's mother decided to have some " fun" with her son.

"Frankly, Sissy, Rachel and I have been expecting this. After all, we both knew that it wouldn't be long before you would want to do everything possible to feminize your body. But I don't know, it's such a drastic step. Are you sure you want to have girlish hips and large breasts? After all, there will surely be no going back to being a regular boy," she said with pretend concern. Ms. Smith could feel the resentment coming from her son has she forced him to beg him for his worst nightmare. Billy quickly became sullen, but as Mr. Tuttle took a few steps toward them, he quickly assured, " Oh yes, Mommy! I want to look as feminine as possible, and Ms. Tuttle says these pills are just what I need. Please?" Ms. Smith smiled as her son's already girlish voice rose half an octave at the approach of Ms. Tuttle. " Well, Sissy, I must confess to being a little shocked. After all, those times you insisted that you weren't a sissy ... and now this! But who are we to stand between you and your true desires!" As Billy jumped up and down and clapped his hands in apparent girlish glee, Ms. Smith saw a tear run down his cheek.

On the drive home, Rachel couldn't help but stare at her older brother. She was imagining him with large breasts and hips. A few weeks ago, she would have never imagined that she would have in her hands several large bottles of estrogen tablets —for him. The fact that her brother had been made to beg for them made them even more precious.

At supper that night, Rachel had insisted that her brother start taking the pills immediately, and happily held one out for him. To her surprise, Billy had actually slapped her hand and knocked the pill out of it. After recovering from her shock, Rachel whispered in her mother's ear. Soon, Ms. Smith had Billy's arms pinned behind him, while Rachel held his nose to force him to open his mouth. " Well, brother dear! Since you seem to have had a change of heart, we'll just have to help you on the road to womanhood." Instead of the one pill that she had offered Billy earlier, Rachel popped three pills into his mouth. This scene was repeated over the next several days until Billy quickly realized that his resistance was only speeding up his physical feminization. After that, he reluctantly took his " medicine", with his sister happily double-checking to ensure that Billy had swallowed the pill.

After that, Rachel delighted in making her brother strip down to his panties in front of the large mirror in her mother's room. She would then carefully examine her brother's breasts for signs of growth. To further humiliate her brother, she had taken one of her mother's "C" cup bras and put it on him. After stuffing the cups with tissue, she had made him try on several of his mother's sweaters and clingy dresses, just to get an idea of what he was going to look like in a few months. " Just think," Rachel mocked, " There's a good chance you'll be even bigger than Mom!"

A few days later, Ms. Gladstone stood holding some sweaters near the entrance of La Femme. Suddenly, she heard a girlish squeal, followed by a " Hi, Ms. Gladstone!" Ms. Gladstone broke into a broad smile has as she saw Billy mincing toward her, followed closely by Rachel and Ms. Smith. Ms. Gladstone had heard about Billy's " progress" from Ms. Tuttle, but couldn't believe her eyes. Billy was simply the most obviously effeminate male she had ever seen!

" What brings you girls into the store?"

Ms. Smith quickly filled Ms. Gladstone in. " Well, it appears that our former football star has just been elected homecoming queen!" Ms. Gladstone brought her hand to her mouth in exaggerated surprise. "That's right! One of Sissy's closest friends, Cindy Jackson, secretly placed Sissy's name on the ballot and led a discrete drive to have him elected. I must say, I understand that some of the real girls weren't happy about it. But who would make a better homecoming queen than our Sissy." Ms. Smith beamed broadly at her son.

Ms. Smith then made Billy tell Ms. Gladstone that he wanted to be the prettiest homecoming queen ever, and just had to have the perfect gown for the half-time presentation. " I've got just the thing!" exclaimed Ms. Gladstone.

Billy stood in front of the mirror in the dressing room in his bra and panties. He noticed with dismay that in the short time he had been taking Ms. Tuttle's " pretty pills", his boy thing had shriveled down to nothing. To the contrary, Billy thought he could detect a new fullness around his nipples and hips. Billy had prayed that the women were only trying to scare him, but he knew better now. Ms. Gladstone interrupted his thoughts, as she entered the dressing room with a flourish. In her arms was a pink strapless gown. As Ms. Gladstone stuffed him into the gown, she kept up a steady stream of banter: " Who would have ever dreamed that my little panty boy would be elected homecoming queen," she laughed. " Isn't that just too precious! And the job that Ms. Tuttle has done with you! She's outdone herself! She tells me that she has never had a student so eager or one with so much innate femininity, even among her real girls!" As she adjusted the top of the dress, Ms. Gladstone remarked, " Well, well. It appears that our little sissy is becoming a woman!" Billy knew better than to react to Ms. Gladstone's taunts.

Ms. Smith and Rachel giggled their delight has they saw Ms. Tuttle and Billy approach. Billy was encased in the strapless satin dress that hugged his body like a sausage casing. Perched in feminine mockery on his bottom was an enormous bow that flounced with every step. From the knee of the dress came a cloud of sheer tulle that formed a 3-foot circle around Billy's ankles, belying the restriction underneath. Tight, shoulder length white gloves encased Billy's thin arms. Ms. Smith knew that none of the other girls on the homecoming court would have a dress remotely as sophisticated or dated. That made it even the more attractive in her eyes. Despite the fact that Billy could hardly move in the dress and the three inch satin pumps that Ms. Gladstone had produced, he was made to parade and pirouette in front of the assembled women for their amusement before being forced to beg in his mother to buy the dress.

As usual, Ms. Gladstone had a couple of " great ideas". First, she noted that Billy should have a special hair-do for the occasion. Since the beginning of school, Billy had not had a haircut, and he wore it straight. It was now just about chin length. The ever-resourceful Ms. Gladstone produced yet another business card with the address of a salon that she was sure would make Billy feel " special". Although he doubted that a girl's hair-do could make him appear any more feminine, he was hoping to hold onto this last vestige of malehood as long as possible. Behind his simpering smile he cursed the day he ever met Ms. Gladstone.

As upset as Billy was about learning that he would soon have a girl's hair-do, Ms. Gladstone's next " suggestion" floored him. In dramatic fashion, Ms. Gladstone asked Ms. Smith and Rachel if Billy had an escort for the homecoming presentation. They quickly assured Ms. Gladstone that he did not. Billy had assumed that he would suffer through the indignity alone, or that in view of his selection, they would call the whole thing off. Ms. Gladstone, of course, had other ideas. " Well, a friend of mine has a son in Billy's class at school. " Looking at Billy, Ms. Gladstone continued: " Like Billy, Bruce is a " special" boy, according to his mother. It seems that he prefers boys to girls. You know how it is, these days it's not that big of the deal. Well, I understand he's a real hunk. The great thing is that he's very open about his " preference", and I just know that he and Sissy would make a darling couple."

Even the threat of Ms. Tuttle's riding crop didn't prevent Billy from objecting. Forgetting his girlish voice for the moment, Billy screamed, "No! You dried up old witch! There's no way in hell that I'm going out on a date with a boy!"

Ever anxious to further humiliate Billy, Ms. Gladstone was delighted with his outburst. As she heard Ms. Smith chastise him and promise him a refresher class with Ms. Tuttle the following day, she knew she had accomplished her objective. She knew that for a boy like Billy, the ultimate humiliation would be to appear as the "femme" half of a male couple. As she savored the moment, Billy was begging and pleading with his mother not to make him go through with it. " Of course you will!" his mother rebuked. "That is, if he even finds you attractive ! You can just drop your little charade this minute. You're just dying to have a big, hunky boy take you out!! The articles in your fashion magazines on how to catch a boy are always well-worn," she lied. "Besides, how do you expect to get married and be a housewife if you don't date first?"

Ms. Gladstone happily told Ms. Smith that she would love nothing better than to make the appropriate inquiries on Sissy's behalf. When she asked for a photo of Sissy to show the boy, Ms. Smith provided an envelope of Billy's school pictures. He was wearing the black velvet short outfit with the see- through blouse. Chuckling as she perused the pictures, Ms. Gladstone knew that Bruce would be quite taken with Billy's feminine appearance. After Ms. Gladstone rang up the gown and shoes, she could hear Ms. Smith and Rachel chastising the shamed faced boy as they left the store.

The day of the homecoming presentation arrived too quickly for Billy. Ms. Gladstone had called shortly after his visit to the store to let Billy know that Bruce would love to accompany him as Billy's escort during the presentation and to the dance after the game. She also directed Billy to appear at her friend's salon the afternoon of the game. Ms. Gladstone explained that she had already decided on the "perfect" look for Billy, and all he had to do was "sit back in and enjoy". The salon was not what Billy expected. He had anticipated something like La Femme: very feminine, very tasteful, and very expensive. The salon where his mother dropped him was none of these. The painted sign on the large glass window on the storefront said, " Thelma's Kut 'n Kurl". Billy began to get a bad feeling.

Billy didn't feel any better when he went inside. He had assumed that Ms. Gladstone would send him to a "politically correct" salon, where the sight of an effeminate male was commonplace. Thelma's didn't look like "correctness" was important. Instead, Thelma's appeared to be a "pink collar" place: not a salon, but a beauty parlor. An abused woman's retreat. A place where overworked women came to complain about their cheating husbands, their lazy boyfriends, their abusive bosses. Getting their hair cut, set or permed was an afterthought.

Billy stuck out like a sore thumb the minute he walked in the door. Insisting that he should look nice for his first girl's style, Rachel had chosen one of her favorite outfits for him to wear: a pink knit suit comprised of shorts and a short little Chanel jacket. In view of the occasion, she had given him pantyhose instead of anklets, and pink pumps adorned his feet. Gloves, little Chanel purse, and broad brimmed hat adorned with a large bow completed the picture of an effeminate sissyboy ready for a day of shopping with mommy on Rodeo Drive. Billy despised the outfit under the best of circumstances, but now he really hated it. The women in the salon were all wearing jeans, polyester pant/smock outfits, or well-worn housedresses. Any real woman who had appeared at the salon looking like Billy would have felt uncomfortable—Billy was mortified!

Under the hard stares of the women in various stages of having their hair done, Billy made his way to the reception counter. Even with the noise of the dryers, Billy could hear the nasty comments: "Damned queer!" "Pervert!" " Friggin' girly-boy!". Billy addressed himself to the scowling matron with a huge head of auburn tresses. Billy's feminine chirp faltered as he began to tell the lady who he was. He didn't get the chance to finish. Thelma cut him off.

"I know who you are, Mary!" To the crowd Thelma announced, "Here he is, girls, just like I promised , the girly boy who's gone and got himself picked homecoming queen !!" The women laughed derisively. "Well let's just get started. Take off that purty jacket and put this on." She shoved a ruffled pink beauty smock in his hand. Feeling dangerously out of place, the sissified boy meekly asked Thelma where he could change. Thelma guffawed. Looking around to ensure that the patrons and operators were sharing the joke, Thelma turned back to Billy. "Why right here , dearie! After all, were all girls here," she spat. As the women laughed, Billy slowly started to unbutton his jacket. The moment he was dreading arrived and the last button was unfastened. Billy slowly removed the jacket, and the laughter got louder. "Well, if that ain't the purtiest little bra. You poor thing, you've got them itty bitty titties. I bet you wish you had a big pair of double D's, doncha!" Billy remained silent, hoping that the horrible woman would leave him alone. Billy quickly realized this tactic wouldn't work as she roughly twisted his nipple and demanded an answer. Afraid, Billy tried to appease the woman: "Yes ma'am . I'd love to have a big pair of boobies!" "Of course you would, girly," she smirked. She then motioned for Billy to remove the shorts as well. Billy slowly undid the back zipper of the shorts, and stepped out of them. Laughing, Thelma made him pirouette to show the ladies what a faggy boy he was.

After shampooing Billy's hair, and wrapping Billy's head turban- style, she led him to a chair by the large front window. Shoving him into the chair, Thelma began combing and sectioning Billy's wet hair. Humming merrily, Thelma used her scissors to even up Billy's ragged ends. Then she combed a section over Billy's eyes, cutting the hair just above his arched eyebrows. " There!" she exclaimed. " A nice set of sissy bangs. " Billy winced has Thelma covered his hair with a smelly setting lotion. Then, to his dismay, Thelma began wrapping his hair tightly around pink curlers. Billy had assumed that he would have his hair cut and blow-dried. Neither his mother nor his sister ever used rollers. As Thelma added curler after curler, Billy noted bitterly that she was tugging unnecessarily hard at his hair, and that the curlers seemed awfully tight.

As Thelma was putting in the last few curlers, a group of boys appeared at the window. Billy saw that they were several years younger than he was, about ten or eleven years old. Billy quickly tried to shift in the chair so that the boys couldn't see his face. Laughingly, Thelma turned the chair so that it was directly facing the window. " What's the matter, dearie?" Don't you want everyone to see you?" Thelma instructed Billy to "smile real purty", and then reached down and undid his smock so that his bra and panties were visible. Thelma explained that since it was not everyday that they had a sissy-boy in the shop getting his hair done like a girl, she had told her son that he and his friends might want to come down and see the show. The boys were pointing and laughing at him, and Billy knew what he must look like. Billy shut his eyes in an effort to shut out the embarrassment, but a sharp tug on his scalp and a warning from Thelma brought them open again. To further add to his embarrassment, Thelma handed Billy his purse and instructed him to freshen his makeup while she finished. Just when Billy thought he could stand the humiliation no longer, Thelma had him stand up, drop into a curtsey to the guffaws of the assembled boys, and follow her to the row of hair dryers.

As he sat down, Billy caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror on the opposite wall. He looked ridiculous. In the mirror he saw a teenaged boy, heavily made up like a china doll, head covered with rows of pink curlers. The sight made him physically sick to his stomach. Before turning on the hair dryer, Thelma stuck a girl's fashion magazine in his hand. " Here you go, dearie. I know you'll just love this." Billy noted ruefully that Rachel had already made him read that issue and tested him on its contents. As Billy sat under the dryer, he became increasingly uncomfortable, both physically from the heat, and emotionally from the glares of the other patrons. Although the noise of the dryer prevent him from hearing what they were saying, their mocking limp-wristed gestures and exaggerated movements left little to the imagination. As he sat under the dryer, a dowdy matron came over with a portable manicure cart. Without any warning to Billy, she began to give him both a manicure and a pedicure. For the latter, Billy had to slip out of his pantyhose. After enduring numerous intentional " slips" of the cuticle stick, Billy possessed bright red fingernails and toenails. To make matters worse, the woman added extensions to Billy's fingernails so that they now extended at least an inch past his fingertips. Billy thought it ironic that the only male in the Smith household now had the longest (and reddest) fingernails in the family.

After testing one of Billy's curls and finding it sufficiently dry, Thelma led him back to the window- front chair. As a she began removing the curlers, Billy observed that many of the patrons had lingered, obviously want him to see the final result on the "sissy-boy". Once the curlers had been removed, Thelma started brushing vigorously, pulling Billy's scalp sharply has she did so. The afternoon light was such that Billy could not catch his reflection in the window, and he had no idea what Thelma was concocting. He did know that involved a lot of hair spray and a lot of brushing. He could feel her pinning some of his hair behind his head, but generally, Billy could only guess as to what she was doing. Thelma was silent as she worked, except for an occasional chuckle. After she had exhausted the contents of the entire can of hair spray on his "do", she pronounced him "all done". As she handed him the large hand mirror, she announced to the eager crowd, "There! The perfect sissy beehive for our sissy boy!"

Billy gasped with horror as he saw his image. Except for his bangs, his hair was lacquered in place above his head in a six-inch column. His hair resembled something he had seen in an old movie! Billy knew instantly that no real girl would ever wear her hair like that. No, he had been intentionally marked has a girly-boy. Instinctively, Billy brought his hands up to his hair. The combined sight of his prissy hairdo and his new fingernails reduced him to tears. Of course, that was exactly what Thelma had intended. After Ms. Gladstone had told her all about the reluctant pantywaist, she couldn't wait to get her hands on him. "Imagine," she thought, "A boy prancing into a girls' store to buy himself some panties! He's getting exactly what he deserves!"

Without waiting for Billy to regain his composure, Thelma pierced each ear, explaining to the sobbing boy that if he insisted on wearing his hair up like that, he would need something to make his ears pretty. As Billy continued to sob, the other operators and patrons crowded around him to admire Thelma's handiwork. They watched with fascinated glee as Thelma added a final humiliating touch to Billy's new "look"; a pert pink bow attached to the back of his hair. By now thoroughly enjoying herself, Thelma yanked Billy to his feet and commanded him a to walk back and forth across the salon in just his shoes and underwear. The ladies roared their approval as the tearful boy minced back and forth, "sissy style". Ms. Smith arrived at the salon a few minutes after the appointed time. On the drive over, she had imagined Billy with a number of different feminine hairstyles. She had laughingly agreed with Ms. Gladstone that it was high time for her son to do something "pretty" with his hair. She knew that along with his doll-like makeup, a prissy hairdo would crush the last little bit of male ego in her son and render him effeminate, regardless of his clothing—not that she was going to let that change. While hoping for something girlish, she hoped that Thelma would not do his hair in a style that would allow him to be easily confused with a real girl. Although she might allow that to happen down the road, for the foreseeable future, Ms. Smith and her daughter wanted to ensure that Billy appeared to everyone as a feminized male-a sissy boy! As she parked the car, Ms. Smith recalled the last hair cut that Billy had gotten before the school year—it had been a crew cut. Ms. Smith giggled at the thought. As Smith Ms. Smith entered the salon, it took her eyes a few seconds before they spotted her son. He was sitting prettily, legs crossed, before a large mirror. She could see that he was very upset and had been crying. Nonetheless, she watched with amused fascination as Billy primped and fussed with his hair, clothes, and makeup. When he saw his mother, Billy emitted a high pitched squeal of delight and hurriedly minced over to where she was standing. After giving her a girlish hug, Billy began to tell his mother about all the "fun" he'd had. Ms. Smith listened with rapt attention as Billy breathlessly showed her his new hairdo, nails, and ears. Ms. Smith was greatly relieved at the choice of his hair style-there was no way anyone would mistake Billy for a real girl in that prissy "do". Thelma approached mother and feminized son, and after introducing herself, explained that Billy's new "do" was a high maintenance affair, and that he would have to set it every night before bed. As she forced a bag of curlers, setting gel, and a flouncy hair bonnet into Billy's hands, she explained that ladies with such a fussy hairdo came in for a shampoo and set once a week, and that she had an opening on Saturday morning, even though that was her busiest time.

Billy involuntarily slumped in defeat as his mother told Thelma that Sissy would love to come in on Saturdays. "Aren't you lucky Thelma has an opening? And don't you look simply divine! You know, if someone had told me in August that I would find you in a beauty salon with the most darling hairdo, primping and preening, I would have told them they were crazy. Why, just a few weeks ago you were all blue jeans and football jerseys. Now you're Chanel and bows. You used to play with model cars and read Sports Illustrated-now you play with makeup and read Vogue! I must admit that your transformation has been difficult for your sister and me ...In fact, I was hoping that you'd tell me that this has all been some kind of silly misunderstanding and that you hated having your hair done! Oh well! I guess that was wishful thinking on my part! Well, I'm convinced that this is truly who you are. I just want you to know that your sister and I will support you one-hundred percent, no matter how embarrassingly feminine you become, because all we want is your happiness!"

Billy whimpered as he heard Ms. Smith his mother tell an amused Thelma that "of course" she would see that Billy set his hair every night. As she paid Thelma, she made Billy thank her for his new " look". Billy thought he would choke on the words. As she was replacing her wallet in her purse, Ms. Smith turned to her son, a gleam in her eye. "You know what, Billy, I was just thinking about Mr. Johnson's barber shop where you used to get your hair cut before you "came out". On the way home, I think we'll stop by there. I know that Mr. Johnson's an ex-college football player and everything, but I'm sure that he'd love to see the new you and to hear all about your visit to Thelma's Kut n' Kurl! Be sure to tell him that you'll be coming here for a weekly shampoo, set and manicure every Saturday. That way he'll know to take you off his customer list. You know ....I just had a marvelous thought! When I passed the shop on the way to pick you up, I saw a lot of your old teammates and buddies getting haircuts for tonight's game and dance! I think that with so many of them in one place, it would be a marvelous opportunity for you to apologize for misleading them all these years about the "real" you. So that there are no more misunderstandings about who-or what-you are, you should tell them all about your "pretty pills", your darling new clothes-oh, and don't forget the fashion show! Who knows-maybe one of them will ask you on a date!!" Billy completely abandoned his sissy act and begged his mother not to take him by the barbershop. "Mother, no!! Pleases don't make me go there!! I'll do anything you want! Please!"

"Appalled" at his behavior, Ms. Smith decided to make a couple of other stops along the way as well. First, a tearful Billy was made to visit Ms. Gladstone at La Femme to thank her and tell her all about his experience at Thelma's. After " fixing" several imaginary stray hairs in his "do", Ms. Gladstone explained that she was thrilled that Billy had dropped by. Since the weather had turned slightly chilly, she had taken the liberty of holding a white fur stole for him to wear at the game. As she rang it up, she insisted that Billy come in and tell her all about his dream date with Bruce that night.

In view of his prior outburst, Ms. Smith's next stop was Ms. Tuttle's charm school. While Billy stood fearfully and dejectedly, eyes fixed on the toes of his pumps, Ms. Smith had described in detail Billy's reaction to her "cute little suggestion" about the barbershop. Ms. Tuttle apologized profusely to Ms. Smith for Billy forgetting all that she had taught him, explaining that perhaps she had been too lenient with him. She then asked Ms. Smith to excuse Billy and her for a few minutes. Ms. Smith saw Ms. Tuttle's beefy hand seize Billy's fragile arm and drag him to her private office, closing the door quickly behind her. After 30 minutes of alternating silence and loud, girlish pleas from Billy, the door to Ms. Tuttle's office opened and a tearful yet smiling Billy emerged. As he sashayed over to her, Ms. Smith noted with delight that if possible, Billy was moving even more prissily than ever before. While Billy went to the "little girl's room" to repair his makeup, Ms. Tuttle offered her guarantee that there would be no further outbursts from her son. Ms. Smith thought briefly about asking what she had said or done to Billy to allow her to make that guarantee, but decided that she really didn't care.

True to Ms. Tuttle's word, Billy emerged from the bathroom and in his most girlish voice, told his mother how much he'd "adore" stopping by Mr. Johnson's Barber Shop and showing him and his friends his new " darling" hairdo. Once there, Ms. Smith had suggested that Billy go in alone so that she did not detract any attention from him. From the car, Ms. Smith could see Billy through the shop window. Although she couldn't hear, Ms. Smith could see that the males were laughing hilariously. Billy, on the other hand, was flapping his wrists around like a wounded bird, animatedly talking and gesturing. Ms. Smith noted with satisfaction that Billy curtseyed before leaving. After he returned to the car, Ms. Smith comforted the crying boy: "There, there dear, doesn't it feel good now that everyone knows the truth about you?"

Billy's day went from bad to worse as he returned home. After she teased him about his new hairdo, Rachel had started getting him ready for his homecoming date. She had reapplied his makeup in a particularly exaggerated fashion so that everyone could see how pretty he was, and had dressed him in the hateful gown selected by Ms. Gladstone. Billy sickened as he heard his sister and mother instruct him on the appropriate behavior for a young lady on a date. His mother had laughingly warned him about being too " easy", telling him that he would never be able to catch a husband like that. Rachel on the other hand, had harshly whispered in his here that he had better let Bruce kiss him or he would " feel the crop. " Billy had been mortified when Bruce appeared to pick him up. Ms. Gladstone had been right. He was handsome, muscular, and dwarfed Billy in physical size. Billy would have felt intimidated by the boy even if he had met him wearing jeans and an athletic shirt— yet here he was wearing a strapless gown, shoulder length gloves, and pink satin pumps with three-inch heels. Billy could hardly walk in the cursed get up. Of course, Rachel had insisted on snapping picture after picture of the "happy couple." Billy was horrified has the older boy placed his arm around him and pulled him tight. Billy was instantly struck by the thought that he would be physically helpless against the older boy.

At the football game, Billy had minced felt to mid-field at halftime with the other girls on the homecoming court. As he did so, he could hear the jeers and derisive catcalls coming from the stands. Clearly, he was not a crowd favorite. As he made his way onto the field, leaning heavily on Bruce out of sheer necessity, several people even spat in his direction. Consequently, when the previous year's queen placed the crown of on his head, Billy was crying real tears. Of course, it appeared to be assembled crowd that Billy was crying girlish tears of emotion over having been crowned homecoming queen. The next few weeks went slowly for Billy. He and Bruce had become a steady couple, thanks to Rachel's commands. School was one horrible scene of embarrassment after another. At home, Rachel and her mother were delighted in the physical changes Ms. Tuttle's " pretty pills" had produced in Billy's appearance. Billy noted glumly that the manly muscles he had worked hard to develop through weight lifting were gone. As she made Billy examine his image in the mirror every night, Rachel loved to rub that fact in with Billy. She recalled how hard he had worked, and how pleased he had been in his developing muscularity. Rachel delighted in making Billy assume some of the " flex" poses that he used to do in front of the mirror. While he did so, she taunted him with the observation that if anything, he was more delicate and dainty than even the girls in his class. One night, feeling especially frisky, Rachel challenged Billy to a wrestling match. She teased him with a promise that if he won, she wouldn't make him take his pills any longer. As she made the promise, Rachel noted the excited look of hopefulness in her brother's eyes.

Although he wrestled as hard as he could, Rachel had easily pinned him, laughing all the while. Billy was bitterly humiliated. Before the school year, he could easily beaten Rachel with one hand, and in fact, had done so on numerous occasions. Now, Rachel was sitting astride her brother on his stomach, holding his thin arms above his head on the floor. As she watched the tears of frustration and humiliation well from his eyes, Rachel knew that the moment was one of she would savor for the rest of life. Before she let the sobbing boy up, Rachel made him tell her what a big sissy he was and that Rachel, a real girl, was his superior.

Billy's new life was also a punctuated by regular visits to Ms. Gladstone's store. Aside from wanting to keep track of her "favorite sissy", she always had some embarrassing outfit for Billy to buy. It was Ms. Gladstone who had the most "darling" costume for Billy to wear for the school's Halloween dance. It was a Little Bo Peep costume, and both Ms. Smith and Rachel agreed that it had been made for Billy. With its long pantaloons, voluminous petticoats, and rows and rows of lace ruffles, it made Billy feel like crawling into a hole. Of course, Ms. Gladstone had insisted that Billy have a special hairdo for the occasion. Consequently, on the afternoon of the dance, Billy had made a special trip to Thelma's.

As he emerged two hours later, he sported curls reminiscent of Shirley Temple. To ensure that Billy would be the " purtiest little sissy boy at the dance," Thelma had arranged the costume bonnet on his head. After tying the bonnet with large bow under Billy's chin, she had fussed to arrange the curls " just so. " It was also Ms. Gladstone's idea that Billy should have a " coming out" party. After Ms. Tuttle's " pretty pills" had left Billy with a growing pair of girlish breasts and plump hips, and after Ms. Tuttle's charm classes had left him acting and sounding like a true pantywaist, Ms. Gladstone had happily informed Billy's mother that it was time that Billy started wearing skirts and dresses full-time. All the women thought it would be a "cute" idea to invite family friends ,relatives, and neighbors over to see the "new" Billy. Guests were invited to bring "appropriate" gifts for Billy, and were referred to Ms. Gladstone at La Femme for ideas. As usual, she had selected the most feminine garments for her little "victim"-tight pencil skirts that forced Billy to take evens smaller steps than usual; prissy dresses with petticoats and wide lace collars;wicked little corsets, baby-doll nighties and the like.

Rachel and Ms. Smith had made a huge deal of the party, and insisted that Billy serve the assembled guests in one of his new dresses and of course, his apron. Rachel had seen to it that the guest list included all of the neighbor's whom Billy had upset in the past with his rude behavior. Billy thought he would die as he was paraded in front of the awful women with their self- satisfied smirks. As he was forced to model his new gifts, Billy apologized for his behavior over the years and explained that his behavior resulted from not coming to terms with his "true sissy nature." The group had guffawed their approval as Billy was made to demonstrate the things he had learned as a "Tuttle girl". Rachel had also presented a slide show of the photos she had taken chronicling Billy's development into Sissy. Ms. Smith and Rachel had gaily told the story of the fifteen year old boy as he changed from macho football stud into pantywaist—Billy's timid request to wear his mother's most feminine panties; his surprise purchase of girlish panties and bras at La Femme; his insistence on wearing girls' outerware to school; his "dream come true" of becoming homecoming queen; and the joys of rolling his hair every night.

What interested the guests most of all was Billy's new love life and his new feminine shape. It amused the ladies no end to hear the former terror of the neighborhood recite how proud he was of his new girlish breasts, and how in love he was with his new boyfriend. Finally, at the suggestion of one of the guests, Billy was made to strip down to his bra and panties to show off his new " assets". As the laughter erupted at the boy with boobs, Ms. Smith had noted happily that Billy's red face could still be detected through the layers of makeup he wore. The ladies' amusement and enjoyment at Billy's humiliation was just what she had hoped for. Finally, the holiday season arrived. Rachel and his mother had gotten into the Christmas spirit by mailing Christmas cards to all their family and friends. This year's card featured a picture of Sissy in a frilly nighty, his hair up in curlers. Ms. Smith was pictured touching up Billy's make-up as Rachel was shown removing the curlers from his hair. Both women wore huge smiles. Below the picture was the caption, "Merry Christmas from all the Smith Girls!" A few days later, Billy found himself backstage at the mall fashion show with a dozen other girls, all of whom regarded him with a mixture of amusement and disgust. As Billy had feared, Ms. Gladstone had picked the "worst" outfits for him. Moreover, his trip to Thelma's that morning had produced a huge lacquered hairdo of curls, topped by a large velvet bow. To making Billy feel " special", she had also taken the opportunity to dye his hair a bright, platinum blonde. As Billy stood, nervously awaiting his turn to walk the runway, he felt like a prisoner approaching the gallows. The stiff petticoats of the velvet dress he was wearing rustled as his knees shook in fear. Finally, he felt a hand shove him toward the runway. He minced down the runway on his patent leather pumps as Rachel had made him practice endlessly over the preceding weeks, trying to ignore the taunts and teasing directed at him. Instead, he focused his attention on Ms. Gladstone's voice as she intoned: "Our next model is someone I'm sure you all recognize. To say that the last few months have been busy for him is an understatement. Just a few months ago, Billy Smith was a starter on the high school football team. Now, Billy, or should I say Sissy, has been elected homecoming queen!! Who can forget the sight of Sissy's coronation in his darling pink gown. Now Sissy's realizing another lifelong dream of modeling dresses. Isn't he precious! Sissy insisted on modeling this particular dress because he knew his boyfriend would just love it on him.

Later in the show, Sissy will be modeling some "exciting" lingerie, guaranteed to titillate his man."

As the laughter and taunts rang in her ear, Nadine Walker allowed herself a grin that spread from ear to ear. Another successful case of sissy therapy , she thought happily. Who would her next patient be?

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